"I'm sorry, Jack, she's really not like that. I guess it's jus' meetin' a pirate fer the first time or somethin' that kinda shocked her or somethin'." Will shrugged. He sat with Elizabeth and Jack in his shop.
"She is a sweet woman, really she is. But, I must ask you, where had you thought you had met her before? And did you say you thought she may have been a pirate?!" Elizabeth asked, bewildered. But he hadn't heard the question. Jack had his head propped up on his hand and was gazing into the distance, deep in thought. Somehow he knew the Victoria he just met; somehow he knew she was the Captain Victoria he knew so long ago. But this Victoria, Victoria Norrington, was so different. She was more beautiful, for one thing. Her long, flowing, deep brown hair was definitely different from Captain Victoria's strawberry-brown hair, which was always piled on top of her head. But she could've dyed her hair so easily, and simply let it down, Jack argued with himself. But Captain Victoria would never marry a man like Norrington, especially not Norrington himself! There was just no way. But her eyes, the same piercing hazel eyes Captain Victoria had. Hazel...Jack thought and a faint smile spread across his lips. "Jack?" Elizabeth tapped his arm and he was jerked back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, luv. What was it you was saying?"
"I said, do you really believe Victoria is some pirate you once knew?" Elizabeth asked, emphasizing the word pirate in disbelief.
Jack sighed. "I honestly don't know, luv. She surely seems like a Victoria I once knew, but if she is, is another matter, really."
There was a moment of awkward silence. "So, why are you here in Port Royale anyway, Jack?" Will asked cheerfully, breaking the stillness.
Jack was tempted to correct Will for calling him Jack rather than Captain Jack, but he decided against it. "Ah, I had almost fergot meself," he began, "Well, there be word that Barbossa is back, and o' course, like any man who been killed, he's got hisself a crew and is out to hunt down his murderer," Jack said in his same smooth accent, despite the surreal thing he had just said.
Elizabeth gasped. "But...that's you!"
"Aye, o' course that be me. Now the only way a man can come back from the dead would be that he be cursed, and he was cursed, but I'm pretty sure we lifted the curse, so somethin' happen so that he be cursed again, which means that we be needing yer blood again, Will, so I came back ter Port Royale so you can come on a grand quest with me again ter kill Barbossa...again." Jack took a deep breath and smiled at a dumbfounded Will.
"Wow," was all Will could say.
* * *
"Cap'n, what exac'ly are we lookin' for?" one of the crew members asked his captain.
"We be lookin' fer the Black Pearl o' course, you stupid ingrate!" spat the captain.
"Oh, right. And how is it that we gonna find it?"
The captain rolled his eyes, exasperated with his low-intelligence crew. "How else do you find somethin'? We're gonna look for it!"
"Oh, right," the man smiled meekly and slinked away slowly.
"Cap'n," said a gentle woman's voice from behind him.
"Blackheart..." the Captain muttered and swung her around to face him. They smiled at one another.
"Barbossa..." they leaned in and kissed.
"She is a sweet woman, really she is. But, I must ask you, where had you thought you had met her before? And did you say you thought she may have been a pirate?!" Elizabeth asked, bewildered. But he hadn't heard the question. Jack had his head propped up on his hand and was gazing into the distance, deep in thought. Somehow he knew the Victoria he just met; somehow he knew she was the Captain Victoria he knew so long ago. But this Victoria, Victoria Norrington, was so different. She was more beautiful, for one thing. Her long, flowing, deep brown hair was definitely different from Captain Victoria's strawberry-brown hair, which was always piled on top of her head. But she could've dyed her hair so easily, and simply let it down, Jack argued with himself. But Captain Victoria would never marry a man like Norrington, especially not Norrington himself! There was just no way. But her eyes, the same piercing hazel eyes Captain Victoria had. Hazel...Jack thought and a faint smile spread across his lips. "Jack?" Elizabeth tapped his arm and he was jerked back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, luv. What was it you was saying?"
"I said, do you really believe Victoria is some pirate you once knew?" Elizabeth asked, emphasizing the word pirate in disbelief.
Jack sighed. "I honestly don't know, luv. She surely seems like a Victoria I once knew, but if she is, is another matter, really."
There was a moment of awkward silence. "So, why are you here in Port Royale anyway, Jack?" Will asked cheerfully, breaking the stillness.
Jack was tempted to correct Will for calling him Jack rather than Captain Jack, but he decided against it. "Ah, I had almost fergot meself," he began, "Well, there be word that Barbossa is back, and o' course, like any man who been killed, he's got hisself a crew and is out to hunt down his murderer," Jack said in his same smooth accent, despite the surreal thing he had just said.
Elizabeth gasped. "But...that's you!"
"Aye, o' course that be me. Now the only way a man can come back from the dead would be that he be cursed, and he was cursed, but I'm pretty sure we lifted the curse, so somethin' happen so that he be cursed again, which means that we be needing yer blood again, Will, so I came back ter Port Royale so you can come on a grand quest with me again ter kill Barbossa...again." Jack took a deep breath and smiled at a dumbfounded Will.
"Wow," was all Will could say.
* * *
"Cap'n, what exac'ly are we lookin' for?" one of the crew members asked his captain.
"We be lookin' fer the Black Pearl o' course, you stupid ingrate!" spat the captain.
"Oh, right. And how is it that we gonna find it?"
The captain rolled his eyes, exasperated with his low-intelligence crew. "How else do you find somethin'? We're gonna look for it!"
"Oh, right," the man smiled meekly and slinked away slowly.
"Cap'n," said a gentle woman's voice from behind him.
"Blackheart..." the Captain muttered and swung her around to face him. They smiled at one another.
"Barbossa..." they leaned in and kissed.