Disclaimer: As I have said in my previous PotC fanfic, I do not own Jack,
Will, The Black Pearl, Port Royal, Tortouga, or any of the people on such
vessels/places. Sadly. *sniffle* But this time, Sheridan, Eitan, and Linda
are all mine. *hugs characters*
Onto..
Anything's Possible: A PotC fanfic By: Aerohead
Chapter One: Strange Encounters Rating: PG-13 for language and some undertones of.well.you'll see *evil cackle* *cough*
Sheridan groaned, looking at the assignment on the board as she entered her eleventh-grade history class. She wasn't thrilled about her own heritage - her being a grade-A American mutt. She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes, her fingers trailing on the hair wrap she always had in. She played with the Yin-Yang beads on it, before slumping into her seat. The teacher gave her a stern look as she continued to scowl at the board. "Today, class, we will begin your genealogy assignments. You have been split up into groups of three. As I call your names, I'd like you break up into your groups and head down to the library." And then he began to call out names. Sheridan watched as her classmates were split up into trios. Finally, when there were six people left in the room, the teacher sighed. "These were the hardest two groups to make. Crow, Sheridan." Sheridan looked up, grimacing that her teacher had used her step-father's last name instead of her own. "Daniels, Eitan." Eitan looked up and over at Sheridan, who banged her head against the table. "And finally Peterson, Linda." Linda smiled sweetly at Eitan, as Sheridan started to bang her head harder against the table. The trio stood, looking at each other.
"Hey, Sheridan." Linda said, trying to make light of the situation.
"You two listen to me; I do not want to do this. And if I'm in a bad mood, tough. But one thing's for sure; I am not getting caught between you two and your endless flirting." She gave both of them an equally hard glare. "Savvy?"
Eitan laughed. "What's with that word? It sounds so stupid." He shut up when he caught Sheridan's look. "I didn't mean it."
"My grandfather always said it, and he learned it from his grandfather and so on and so forth. That's the most family history you can get out of them." Sheridan stuffed her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, before starting to walk down the hall. Eitan caught up with her quickly, giving her a look.
"What do you mean, endless flirting?" He asked.
Sheridan gave him a peculiar look. "You mean you haven't noticed the looks she gives you? The looks you give her are worse, of course." she trailed off, humming to herself. Eitan thought to himself, his own dark eyes confused, before he tried to catch up with Sheridan, who was turning into the library, her expression vacant.
She didn't head into the history section at first; rather, she headed into a secluded section neither Eitan nor Linda had ever noticed before. "What's this?" Linda asked, taking the book from Sheridan's hands.
"If you guys find some history books, I'm going to find the real history books." Linda looked at Sheridan as she picked out a large volume.
The minutes faded away lazily, although they fell down on Sheridan quickly, as the girl was comforted with books about her favorite subject - Pirates. Her black eyes took it all in eagerly, and her expression never changed between annoyed or confused. It was always information that she understood and wondered about. "Do you think we could go to your house, Sheridan?" Eitan asked, pulling the girl out of her dream-like state. She looked up at him. When they were younger, Sheridan had been friends with Eitan's twin brother, who was killed in a car accident. Many times before then, Eitan had been over Sheridan's house with his brother, and knew she had her own basement club-house like room where they could study. He also knew she lived only about a block away from the school and he and Linda's respective homes.
"Eh, sure, why not?" Sheridan shrugged, picking up her books to check out.
"Well, here it is. My very own room. You should all be so thrilled." Sheridan said sarcastically. Eitan looked around. Minus the state-of-the- art computer on a new faux wood table, it was the same as when they were six. There were pictures of pirates lining the walls, along with a map of the Caribbean and an old picture depicted the proper procedure for loading a gun like the one used during the late seventeen and early eighteen hundreds. But the thing that had always intrigued Eitan, minus the wall of history books on the Spanish Main that Linda had started perusing through, was a pair of swords from that swashbuckling time-period. Under one was carved the word "Turner" while under the other was carved the word "Sparrow".
"I've always wanted to fight with a sword." Eitan said tiredly. He saw something flying at him, and caught a practice fencing sword by the hilt. Sheridan smiled at him.
"Want to give it a go?" She asked. Eitan blinked. Sheridan had been taking fencing lessons since as long as he could remember, and he didn't want to get hurt too badly. He looked up at something lying on a shelf, dusty and forgotten. He grabbed it, realizing it was a pistol, and cocked it. Sheridan gasped for a second, before looking at him. "I'm not stupid." She pointed behind her at the picture. As she did, she heard Linda gasp. "What?" She asked.
"This book you took out of the library." Linda started.
"What about it?" Sheridan asked, sauntering over to the blonde girl. She looked at the picture, and her eyes widened. She felt odd, as if she recognized the pirate in the drawing. He had a determined air about him, and his eyes, although deeply lined in something - probably the artist's rendering of his dark eyes, or an accidental smudge from where the artist was distracted - hid a deeper intelligence then what their owner wanted to come across. She barely got to read the name before the book and table Linda had opened it on, started to shake. Eitan came over, thinking he could assist the two girls. But when he saw the shaking, and now glowing book in front of them, his eyes widened in horror.
"Move away from it."
"Don't you think we'd be trying to do that if we could?" Sheridan spat. She could hear what sounded like the ocean in her ears, and she could feel rocking around her. "Do either of you feel that rocking?"
"Yes." Linda said quietly.
Eitan was quiet. Sheridan looked over at him. He was pale and scared- looking. He had dropped the small blade Sheridan had thrown at him earlier in shock, along with the pistol. His body was tense. "Remember when you said you had no roots, Sheridan?"
"Yes, but why are we bringing this up during a crisis?" She asked angrily.
"I have a feeling your roots are finding you." It was at that moment the floor fell out from under them and they fell. It felt like ages, and Sheridan could feel herself gasping as something cold engulfed her and an icy liquid filled her lungs.
~*~ ^_^
Sheridan woke up to find herself coughing up something salty and wet. "Well, I'll be. You are alive." A man was looking over her. His beaded hair clanked with his movement, and he looked oddly familiar. She looked down at his sword. I know that sword. she thought. A sickening realization hit her as her stomach turned and more sea water came out of her stomach. The man smiled warmly at her. "Need help there love?" He asked.
"I'm fine. Just.just let me alone for now, alright?" She resisted saying 'savvy' like she wanted to. She could feel the rocking sensation again and banged her head against the wood under her. "Oh Lord, why are we rocking again?"
"You are in a boat." Said a younger man, looking at her strangely. "What's your name?" He asked tentatively.
"Sheridan Crow." She stated. Then she winced. "Sheridan Sparrow." She corrected. "Crow's my step-father's name.
"Sparrow?" The man's chocolate-colored eyes seemed to darken in concentration. "You're not related to Jack, are you?"
"Jack.? Jack Sparrow?" She looked over at the younger of the two men she had just met. As she did, the man with the beads in his hair looked over at her, not annoyed, but not nonplussed, either.
"That would be Captain Jack Sparrow, love. And what's her name, Will?"
"She said it's Sheridan Sparrow." The man named Will said. The beaded man who was almost obviously Jack Sparrow gave the girl a look up and down.
"She does look rather much like me." He laughed lightly. "She's even got beads in her hair." He sauntered over to her.
"Sheridan, he walks a lot like you when you're mad." Eitan laughed, receiving a death glare from his dead brother's best friend. He sheepishly grinned at her.
"And you said you an' Elizabeth haven't done anything together." Jack said lightly to Will, making the young man flush slightly.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
Jack nodded over to Sheridan, before placing a hand on her chin and picking it up to see her face. She realized his eyes were lined with kohl, and the feeling of familiarity she had gotten from the picture in the book that had dragged her into this strange world was that of the man standing before her. She gasped, but he just smiled. "Look at her. She's my spitting image if I were a girl and sixteen." His smile faded slightly. "You're mother doesn't work in a brothel, does she now?"
Sheridan looked slightly disgusted. "No! My mother's a fencing teacher in Boston."
Jack looked at the girl warily. "I've never been up to the colonies." He said, more to Will then to Sheridan. "And how did she come about being up there and teacher such a dangerous spot, love?"
"We've lived there all my life. I think my family moved there in the 1970s or something."
Jack and Will exchanged looks. It had become deathly quiet around them. The only sound was the water lapping against the boat they were on. "You aren't lying, are you?"
"No, Captain Sparrow, she's not." Linda said quietly. It was the first time anyone had noticed she was there. "We were reading a book in Sheridan's room and the house started to shake and the book lit up - it was a picture of you that we were looking at." She said suddenly, pointing at Jack. The man looked at her, confused.
"You three are saying you're from the future." He said slowly. Eitan, Linda, and Sheridan nodded in unison. Jack looked over at Will. "I believe I need more rum." He started away, leaving Will in charge of the three teen- agers stuck aboard the Black Pearl. His eyes were firmly planted on the three. He watched Sheridan as glowered back at Eitan, the boy Jack believed to look like Will himself. He contemplated the fact that the Eitan and Sheridan were so much like Jack and himself, yet so different at the same time. It was at about that time Jack came sauntering back, half-drunk and carrying the rest of his cordial. "I've thought it over," he said to the trio, "and I believe I have found a treasure that could help you get back to your own time. But until then, you'll be part of the crew of the Black Pearl, savvy?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and the cordial.
Eitan, Linda, and Sheridan looked at one another. "Of course, Jack," Sheridan said, smiling, "but I get fifteen percent of all profits along the way, for.ancestry's sake, savvy?" She also raised her eyebrow.
Jack pointed at her. "She's good. Love, I can tell you right now, you'll make one hell of a pirate." A short, pudgy man came up behind Jack.
"Captain, there's a ship following us. It looks like the Dauntless."
"Norrington?" Will sighed. "I thought you said he didn't see us when we left Port Royal. Jack.." Will looked suspiciously at the Captain of the Pearl.
"I'm a dishonest man, Will. You've known me for nearly three months now, you should know that already." Jack said.
"Sir, I hate to break up you conversation, but."
"What, Gibbs?" Jack asked, not in the least concerned.
"They're only about fifty feet away. And the boat's still holdin' damage from the fight wit' Barbossa." Jack leaned out of ship to see the Dauntless easily gaining on them.
"Men," he started, before looking around, "And of course, Anamaria, my great-great-something granddaughter, and her little blonde friend that looks too much like Elizabeth for Will to be telling the truth about his intended and himself," Linda blushed, along with Will, while the woman named Anamaria and Sheridan merely looked at Jack, waiting his orders, "I believe we will need bigger cannons and a miracle."
Onto..
Anything's Possible: A PotC fanfic By: Aerohead
Chapter One: Strange Encounters Rating: PG-13 for language and some undertones of.well.you'll see *evil cackle* *cough*
Sheridan groaned, looking at the assignment on the board as she entered her eleventh-grade history class. She wasn't thrilled about her own heritage - her being a grade-A American mutt. She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes, her fingers trailing on the hair wrap she always had in. She played with the Yin-Yang beads on it, before slumping into her seat. The teacher gave her a stern look as she continued to scowl at the board. "Today, class, we will begin your genealogy assignments. You have been split up into groups of three. As I call your names, I'd like you break up into your groups and head down to the library." And then he began to call out names. Sheridan watched as her classmates were split up into trios. Finally, when there were six people left in the room, the teacher sighed. "These were the hardest two groups to make. Crow, Sheridan." Sheridan looked up, grimacing that her teacher had used her step-father's last name instead of her own. "Daniels, Eitan." Eitan looked up and over at Sheridan, who banged her head against the table. "And finally Peterson, Linda." Linda smiled sweetly at Eitan, as Sheridan started to bang her head harder against the table. The trio stood, looking at each other.
"Hey, Sheridan." Linda said, trying to make light of the situation.
"You two listen to me; I do not want to do this. And if I'm in a bad mood, tough. But one thing's for sure; I am not getting caught between you two and your endless flirting." She gave both of them an equally hard glare. "Savvy?"
Eitan laughed. "What's with that word? It sounds so stupid." He shut up when he caught Sheridan's look. "I didn't mean it."
"My grandfather always said it, and he learned it from his grandfather and so on and so forth. That's the most family history you can get out of them." Sheridan stuffed her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, before starting to walk down the hall. Eitan caught up with her quickly, giving her a look.
"What do you mean, endless flirting?" He asked.
Sheridan gave him a peculiar look. "You mean you haven't noticed the looks she gives you? The looks you give her are worse, of course." she trailed off, humming to herself. Eitan thought to himself, his own dark eyes confused, before he tried to catch up with Sheridan, who was turning into the library, her expression vacant.
She didn't head into the history section at first; rather, she headed into a secluded section neither Eitan nor Linda had ever noticed before. "What's this?" Linda asked, taking the book from Sheridan's hands.
"If you guys find some history books, I'm going to find the real history books." Linda looked at Sheridan as she picked out a large volume.
The minutes faded away lazily, although they fell down on Sheridan quickly, as the girl was comforted with books about her favorite subject - Pirates. Her black eyes took it all in eagerly, and her expression never changed between annoyed or confused. It was always information that she understood and wondered about. "Do you think we could go to your house, Sheridan?" Eitan asked, pulling the girl out of her dream-like state. She looked up at him. When they were younger, Sheridan had been friends with Eitan's twin brother, who was killed in a car accident. Many times before then, Eitan had been over Sheridan's house with his brother, and knew she had her own basement club-house like room where they could study. He also knew she lived only about a block away from the school and he and Linda's respective homes.
"Eh, sure, why not?" Sheridan shrugged, picking up her books to check out.
"Well, here it is. My very own room. You should all be so thrilled." Sheridan said sarcastically. Eitan looked around. Minus the state-of-the- art computer on a new faux wood table, it was the same as when they were six. There were pictures of pirates lining the walls, along with a map of the Caribbean and an old picture depicted the proper procedure for loading a gun like the one used during the late seventeen and early eighteen hundreds. But the thing that had always intrigued Eitan, minus the wall of history books on the Spanish Main that Linda had started perusing through, was a pair of swords from that swashbuckling time-period. Under one was carved the word "Turner" while under the other was carved the word "Sparrow".
"I've always wanted to fight with a sword." Eitan said tiredly. He saw something flying at him, and caught a practice fencing sword by the hilt. Sheridan smiled at him.
"Want to give it a go?" She asked. Eitan blinked. Sheridan had been taking fencing lessons since as long as he could remember, and he didn't want to get hurt too badly. He looked up at something lying on a shelf, dusty and forgotten. He grabbed it, realizing it was a pistol, and cocked it. Sheridan gasped for a second, before looking at him. "I'm not stupid." She pointed behind her at the picture. As she did, she heard Linda gasp. "What?" She asked.
"This book you took out of the library." Linda started.
"What about it?" Sheridan asked, sauntering over to the blonde girl. She looked at the picture, and her eyes widened. She felt odd, as if she recognized the pirate in the drawing. He had a determined air about him, and his eyes, although deeply lined in something - probably the artist's rendering of his dark eyes, or an accidental smudge from where the artist was distracted - hid a deeper intelligence then what their owner wanted to come across. She barely got to read the name before the book and table Linda had opened it on, started to shake. Eitan came over, thinking he could assist the two girls. But when he saw the shaking, and now glowing book in front of them, his eyes widened in horror.
"Move away from it."
"Don't you think we'd be trying to do that if we could?" Sheridan spat. She could hear what sounded like the ocean in her ears, and she could feel rocking around her. "Do either of you feel that rocking?"
"Yes." Linda said quietly.
Eitan was quiet. Sheridan looked over at him. He was pale and scared- looking. He had dropped the small blade Sheridan had thrown at him earlier in shock, along with the pistol. His body was tense. "Remember when you said you had no roots, Sheridan?"
"Yes, but why are we bringing this up during a crisis?" She asked angrily.
"I have a feeling your roots are finding you." It was at that moment the floor fell out from under them and they fell. It felt like ages, and Sheridan could feel herself gasping as something cold engulfed her and an icy liquid filled her lungs.
~*~ ^_^
Sheridan woke up to find herself coughing up something salty and wet. "Well, I'll be. You are alive." A man was looking over her. His beaded hair clanked with his movement, and he looked oddly familiar. She looked down at his sword. I know that sword. she thought. A sickening realization hit her as her stomach turned and more sea water came out of her stomach. The man smiled warmly at her. "Need help there love?" He asked.
"I'm fine. Just.just let me alone for now, alright?" She resisted saying 'savvy' like she wanted to. She could feel the rocking sensation again and banged her head against the wood under her. "Oh Lord, why are we rocking again?"
"You are in a boat." Said a younger man, looking at her strangely. "What's your name?" He asked tentatively.
"Sheridan Crow." She stated. Then she winced. "Sheridan Sparrow." She corrected. "Crow's my step-father's name.
"Sparrow?" The man's chocolate-colored eyes seemed to darken in concentration. "You're not related to Jack, are you?"
"Jack.? Jack Sparrow?" She looked over at the younger of the two men she had just met. As she did, the man with the beads in his hair looked over at her, not annoyed, but not nonplussed, either.
"That would be Captain Jack Sparrow, love. And what's her name, Will?"
"She said it's Sheridan Sparrow." The man named Will said. The beaded man who was almost obviously Jack Sparrow gave the girl a look up and down.
"She does look rather much like me." He laughed lightly. "She's even got beads in her hair." He sauntered over to her.
"Sheridan, he walks a lot like you when you're mad." Eitan laughed, receiving a death glare from his dead brother's best friend. He sheepishly grinned at her.
"And you said you an' Elizabeth haven't done anything together." Jack said lightly to Will, making the young man flush slightly.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
Jack nodded over to Sheridan, before placing a hand on her chin and picking it up to see her face. She realized his eyes were lined with kohl, and the feeling of familiarity she had gotten from the picture in the book that had dragged her into this strange world was that of the man standing before her. She gasped, but he just smiled. "Look at her. She's my spitting image if I were a girl and sixteen." His smile faded slightly. "You're mother doesn't work in a brothel, does she now?"
Sheridan looked slightly disgusted. "No! My mother's a fencing teacher in Boston."
Jack looked at the girl warily. "I've never been up to the colonies." He said, more to Will then to Sheridan. "And how did she come about being up there and teacher such a dangerous spot, love?"
"We've lived there all my life. I think my family moved there in the 1970s or something."
Jack and Will exchanged looks. It had become deathly quiet around them. The only sound was the water lapping against the boat they were on. "You aren't lying, are you?"
"No, Captain Sparrow, she's not." Linda said quietly. It was the first time anyone had noticed she was there. "We were reading a book in Sheridan's room and the house started to shake and the book lit up - it was a picture of you that we were looking at." She said suddenly, pointing at Jack. The man looked at her, confused.
"You three are saying you're from the future." He said slowly. Eitan, Linda, and Sheridan nodded in unison. Jack looked over at Will. "I believe I need more rum." He started away, leaving Will in charge of the three teen- agers stuck aboard the Black Pearl. His eyes were firmly planted on the three. He watched Sheridan as glowered back at Eitan, the boy Jack believed to look like Will himself. He contemplated the fact that the Eitan and Sheridan were so much like Jack and himself, yet so different at the same time. It was at about that time Jack came sauntering back, half-drunk and carrying the rest of his cordial. "I've thought it over," he said to the trio, "and I believe I have found a treasure that could help you get back to your own time. But until then, you'll be part of the crew of the Black Pearl, savvy?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and the cordial.
Eitan, Linda, and Sheridan looked at one another. "Of course, Jack," Sheridan said, smiling, "but I get fifteen percent of all profits along the way, for.ancestry's sake, savvy?" She also raised her eyebrow.
Jack pointed at her. "She's good. Love, I can tell you right now, you'll make one hell of a pirate." A short, pudgy man came up behind Jack.
"Captain, there's a ship following us. It looks like the Dauntless."
"Norrington?" Will sighed. "I thought you said he didn't see us when we left Port Royal. Jack.." Will looked suspiciously at the Captain of the Pearl.
"I'm a dishonest man, Will. You've known me for nearly three months now, you should know that already." Jack said.
"Sir, I hate to break up you conversation, but."
"What, Gibbs?" Jack asked, not in the least concerned.
"They're only about fifty feet away. And the boat's still holdin' damage from the fight wit' Barbossa." Jack leaned out of ship to see the Dauntless easily gaining on them.
"Men," he started, before looking around, "And of course, Anamaria, my great-great-something granddaughter, and her little blonde friend that looks too much like Elizabeth for Will to be telling the truth about his intended and himself," Linda blushed, along with Will, while the woman named Anamaria and Sheridan merely looked at Jack, waiting his orders, "I believe we will need bigger cannons and a miracle."