Pirates of the Caribbean: The curse of the black Pearl
Hell hath no fury
Chapter 2
Elizabeth sat in the reading room in her pink velvet chair staring vacantly at the door. The sun shone through the nearby window highlighting every delicate feature of her youthful face and making her hair shine like the sea.
She twiddled her thumbs above her book in frustration, wondering whether today was the day Will would ask the question, though deep down she knew it was not to be, as she never saw Will, as much as she loved him. His apprenticeship left her with an empty space in her bed next to her, as Mr. Brown's laziness loaded a hefty amount of work on Will's already sagging shoulders, metaphorically speaking of course.
She was desperate to see him. He came in late at night whilst she was sleeping, and left in the morning when before she awoke, even though he rarely got away with sharing her bed thanks to the recommendation the Commodore gave her father. She missed the closeness and the new love they during and after her time with Jack. She needed Jack to distract him from work, as she obviously wasn't enough to do the job.
If she were a man it may be different, not that Will like all-boy action but she knew if she were a man she could work too, rather than sit at home needlessly, therefore she would be occupied rather than driving herself insane.
She often let her thoughts take her away into Will's arms before and after they admitted their feelings, but lately she let her thoughts wander away onto the island, into Jack's arms, always wondering if life would be different as Jack's girl, rather than Will's, probably because Will's absence left her wondering if someone else was Will's girl.
She concluded that if she were Jack's girl, she wouldn't be married in white and probably wouldn't marry, as Jack was likely to just leave her once he'd had his pleasure and got bored of her, so she thought it best to stick with Will, despite the lack of 'togetherness'.
She truly loved him, which was one thing she was certain of. Nevertheless the last time they had a real conversation was a week ago, Thursday, like today, when he came home around this time for a quick break his cruel master allowed him, as work was always slow on a Thursday.
She hoped today would be the same, but of course, he needed his 'three hours of practise a day'. Elizabeth didn't give a damn about his swords-man- ship.
The handle turned and she gasped, hoping with all hope Will was on the other side. Instead, the doorman entered. Elizabeth sighed in defeat and rose, straightening her lemon-coloured dress and tossing back her hair.
"A gentleman to see you ma'am." Said the man, bowing, allowing a large, burly dark-skinned man to enter.
Elizabeth noticed he wore no top and had the largest muscles she'd after seen! His eyes were small and round and his head was hairless with a large forehead to extend it. He was covered in large, deep scars and seemed to huff and puff as if he were about to blow her house down!
"Hello." She muttered, setting down the book in her hand. "How may I help you?"
"This." The man snarled, handing her a battered scroll and pushing his way past the doorman and out of the building.
The doorman looked shocked and closed the door, desperately wanting to leave it open to see what the business was about. The day those cursed pirates came to this town was the day all of this funny business started. He had half a mind to resign, after what happened to the last man in his position and those bloody pirates! He swore if he heard the word 'pirate' or 'Jack Sparrow' mentioned again, he would march straight out of this house!
Elizabeth looked towards the now closed door in surprise and wonder, craving the knowledge of what this was all about. She looked down at the scroll that read 'For the attention of William Turner.'
She contemplated opening it, but sat staring at it on the table in front of her whilst biting her nails. Surely Will wouldn't mind, after all, he wouldn't have the time to read it. She let her conscience battle with itself and continued to look at the scroll with lust. After her schizophrenic conscience stopped screaming, she stood and grabbed the scroll and was just about to open it when she heard Will's voice shouting her name in the entrance hall.
"In here!" She shouted nervously, setting the scroll down again, cursing his bad timing.
The handle turned and in strode Will, looking as gallant and worn out as ever. He was dirty, sweaty and bronzed, with dark circles under his eyes and callused fingers. He flopped down on the red velvet chair next to her and sighed deeply, rubbing his head.
"Another hard day?" She asked.
"You know it. He let me out early because I managed to complete all of the orders we had today. Thursday's always slow." He mumbled, yawning straight afterwards.
"I know. So are you not training?" She glanced quickly at the scroll, craving the right time to hand it over.
"I'm too tired. Right now I'm just about ready to curl up in a ball and hibernate for the oncoming winter, not that winter is very cold in the Caribbean." He joked, giving a rare-seen smile of pearly whites.
"Not before you get a bath, I'll tell Josephine to boil the water ready for you." Smiled Elizabeth. "This came today." She picked up the scroll and handed it to him, touching his rough hand in the process, which sent a tingle up her spine.
"Really?" Inquired Will, looking it over with a furrowed brow.
"A rather unsightly looking man delivered it rather rudely. I was quite shaken afterwards, he was dark and covered in scars - pirate if ever I saw one." Elizabeth rambled on.
"Yes, someone like that came into the blacksmith's today. Wanted an unusual cutlass made of some strange metal, he almost killed poor mister Brown when he drunkenly cursed at the man and told him exactly what he could do with the order. He isn't good for business. I expect I added another scar to his deeply cut back." Said Will, putting the scroll down next to him. "Rather unsavoury if you ask me. I apologised and said I would do what I could, but I made no promises."
"Aren't you going to open it?" Said Elizabeth quickly, before Will even finished his story.
"I have to, don't I?" He picked up the scroll again as Elizabeth pouted her lips in that way she does when she wants to know something secret.
Will's large, coal-blackened, blistered hands carefully undid the ribbon and unrolled the beaten up paper.
The note read -
Dear Mr. Turner of 1 big mansion in Port Royale, Port Royale.
I am writing with sad news that your dear friend Captain Jack Sparrow
Has been kidnapped rather cruelly by myself, and I don't
Wish to let him go without a large sum of money.
Feel free to come after him without the money,
But we will double the ransom and send it to your significant other or Your father. I look forward to seeing your money and I will not physically
harm
Your friend unless he does not do as I ask, but I will not kill him. Take a trip to Tortuga. There is a tavern named 'The randy pirate'. Speak
to
A woman named 'Giselle'. She'll help you out from there.
Ta-ta for now,
F, Frederick Oldfire.
"Well.?" Asked Elizabeth, grinning insanely.
"It's from Frederick Oldfire, seems Jack has managed to get himself in yet another mess we have to clear up." Sighed Will through gritted teeth, as Elizabeth's grin grew wider - this was it, Jack and Will meant Jack - no - Will and Elizabeth!
A/N: I know it's a tiresome idea at the moment, but it gets better, I promise! Please review, I'd really appreciate it!
Hell hath no fury
Chapter 2
Elizabeth sat in the reading room in her pink velvet chair staring vacantly at the door. The sun shone through the nearby window highlighting every delicate feature of her youthful face and making her hair shine like the sea.
She twiddled her thumbs above her book in frustration, wondering whether today was the day Will would ask the question, though deep down she knew it was not to be, as she never saw Will, as much as she loved him. His apprenticeship left her with an empty space in her bed next to her, as Mr. Brown's laziness loaded a hefty amount of work on Will's already sagging shoulders, metaphorically speaking of course.
She was desperate to see him. He came in late at night whilst she was sleeping, and left in the morning when before she awoke, even though he rarely got away with sharing her bed thanks to the recommendation the Commodore gave her father. She missed the closeness and the new love they during and after her time with Jack. She needed Jack to distract him from work, as she obviously wasn't enough to do the job.
If she were a man it may be different, not that Will like all-boy action but she knew if she were a man she could work too, rather than sit at home needlessly, therefore she would be occupied rather than driving herself insane.
She often let her thoughts take her away into Will's arms before and after they admitted their feelings, but lately she let her thoughts wander away onto the island, into Jack's arms, always wondering if life would be different as Jack's girl, rather than Will's, probably because Will's absence left her wondering if someone else was Will's girl.
She concluded that if she were Jack's girl, she wouldn't be married in white and probably wouldn't marry, as Jack was likely to just leave her once he'd had his pleasure and got bored of her, so she thought it best to stick with Will, despite the lack of 'togetherness'.
She truly loved him, which was one thing she was certain of. Nevertheless the last time they had a real conversation was a week ago, Thursday, like today, when he came home around this time for a quick break his cruel master allowed him, as work was always slow on a Thursday.
She hoped today would be the same, but of course, he needed his 'three hours of practise a day'. Elizabeth didn't give a damn about his swords-man- ship.
The handle turned and she gasped, hoping with all hope Will was on the other side. Instead, the doorman entered. Elizabeth sighed in defeat and rose, straightening her lemon-coloured dress and tossing back her hair.
"A gentleman to see you ma'am." Said the man, bowing, allowing a large, burly dark-skinned man to enter.
Elizabeth noticed he wore no top and had the largest muscles she'd after seen! His eyes were small and round and his head was hairless with a large forehead to extend it. He was covered in large, deep scars and seemed to huff and puff as if he were about to blow her house down!
"Hello." She muttered, setting down the book in her hand. "How may I help you?"
"This." The man snarled, handing her a battered scroll and pushing his way past the doorman and out of the building.
The doorman looked shocked and closed the door, desperately wanting to leave it open to see what the business was about. The day those cursed pirates came to this town was the day all of this funny business started. He had half a mind to resign, after what happened to the last man in his position and those bloody pirates! He swore if he heard the word 'pirate' or 'Jack Sparrow' mentioned again, he would march straight out of this house!
Elizabeth looked towards the now closed door in surprise and wonder, craving the knowledge of what this was all about. She looked down at the scroll that read 'For the attention of William Turner.'
She contemplated opening it, but sat staring at it on the table in front of her whilst biting her nails. Surely Will wouldn't mind, after all, he wouldn't have the time to read it. She let her conscience battle with itself and continued to look at the scroll with lust. After her schizophrenic conscience stopped screaming, she stood and grabbed the scroll and was just about to open it when she heard Will's voice shouting her name in the entrance hall.
"In here!" She shouted nervously, setting the scroll down again, cursing his bad timing.
The handle turned and in strode Will, looking as gallant and worn out as ever. He was dirty, sweaty and bronzed, with dark circles under his eyes and callused fingers. He flopped down on the red velvet chair next to her and sighed deeply, rubbing his head.
"Another hard day?" She asked.
"You know it. He let me out early because I managed to complete all of the orders we had today. Thursday's always slow." He mumbled, yawning straight afterwards.
"I know. So are you not training?" She glanced quickly at the scroll, craving the right time to hand it over.
"I'm too tired. Right now I'm just about ready to curl up in a ball and hibernate for the oncoming winter, not that winter is very cold in the Caribbean." He joked, giving a rare-seen smile of pearly whites.
"Not before you get a bath, I'll tell Josephine to boil the water ready for you." Smiled Elizabeth. "This came today." She picked up the scroll and handed it to him, touching his rough hand in the process, which sent a tingle up her spine.
"Really?" Inquired Will, looking it over with a furrowed brow.
"A rather unsightly looking man delivered it rather rudely. I was quite shaken afterwards, he was dark and covered in scars - pirate if ever I saw one." Elizabeth rambled on.
"Yes, someone like that came into the blacksmith's today. Wanted an unusual cutlass made of some strange metal, he almost killed poor mister Brown when he drunkenly cursed at the man and told him exactly what he could do with the order. He isn't good for business. I expect I added another scar to his deeply cut back." Said Will, putting the scroll down next to him. "Rather unsavoury if you ask me. I apologised and said I would do what I could, but I made no promises."
"Aren't you going to open it?" Said Elizabeth quickly, before Will even finished his story.
"I have to, don't I?" He picked up the scroll again as Elizabeth pouted her lips in that way she does when she wants to know something secret.
Will's large, coal-blackened, blistered hands carefully undid the ribbon and unrolled the beaten up paper.
The note read -
Dear Mr. Turner of 1 big mansion in Port Royale, Port Royale.
I am writing with sad news that your dear friend Captain Jack Sparrow
Has been kidnapped rather cruelly by myself, and I don't
Wish to let him go without a large sum of money.
Feel free to come after him without the money,
But we will double the ransom and send it to your significant other or Your father. I look forward to seeing your money and I will not physically
harm
Your friend unless he does not do as I ask, but I will not kill him. Take a trip to Tortuga. There is a tavern named 'The randy pirate'. Speak
to
A woman named 'Giselle'. She'll help you out from there.
Ta-ta for now,
F, Frederick Oldfire.
"Well.?" Asked Elizabeth, grinning insanely.
"It's from Frederick Oldfire, seems Jack has managed to get himself in yet another mess we have to clear up." Sighed Will through gritted teeth, as Elizabeth's grin grew wider - this was it, Jack and Will meant Jack - no - Will and Elizabeth!
A/N: I know it's a tiresome idea at the moment, but it gets better, I promise! Please review, I'd really appreciate it!