Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: One
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, will most likely have some Horror aspects farther along
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/). Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois, unBETAd
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Summary: (I'm working on a better one, but this will do for now)After their adventure with the pirate captain Jack Sparrow, Will and Elizabeth ready themselves to settle back down to their lives from before, except with the knowledge that they can finally show their feelings for each other to the world. They should be happy, but find that something is missing. _Jack_ and the excitement--the freedom--he brought with him are missing. But who can hope to capture a pirate's heart, let alone have one care for them?
Author's Notes: Story titles/part titles are in Nahuatl, the language of the Aztecs. I'm not an expert on it, I can barely read a few words in it (left over from an over-enthusiastic report for my anthropology class), therefore these words will be exactly as they appear, without declining or anything like that. So far there appears two: Zatlatzonco means Finally. Tlapopolhuia means To Forgive.
Zatlatzonco
Part One: Tlapopolhuia
I:
Will waited. Waited as he and Jack were surrounded by soldiers, waited as he made his stand, and then Elizabeth made hers. And finally, as Jack made his last few wise-ass comments and moved away from the soldiers, towards the edge of the wall (he was certain that the pirate captain had seen the same sight that Miss Swann and himself had: that of the parrot that could have only come from a crew member of the Black Pearl), Will was convinced that it was finally time.
But Jack left. He left them there, and fell into the water (if he were ever to see Captain Jack Sparrow again, he'd make sure to comment on that bit of unluckiness that even his skills couldn't overcome), to be picked up by his loyal ship and crew. And then he sailed off into the horizon. To the freedom that he cared so much about, and that had so many times over the last adventure almost been stolen away from him.
He left Will wondering what he had done wrong. Wondering if this was some sort of punishment. In the end the he had shown that he truly cared for Jack--they had fought together in perfect union, almost as if they knew the other male's actions before they were begun. Surely that meant he was forgiven? His earlier betrayal of his partner-in-crime had been made not out of animosity or greed, but a selfless desire to help the girl he had loved since first sight. He hadn't understood the other male, hadn't realized that there was always a plan.
And what of Elizabeth? She had loved the action that being surrounded by pirates had added to her life. It was so much better than simply being the pretty daughter of a governor, wearing corsets and marrying a commodore. She and Jack had become closer, almost friends. After they met up with him again he had noticed the new aspect of their relationship. The pirate had become less like a legend to her, more like a human being whom, while she might not like him, could be respected by her.
When Will and his newly regained love were finally allowed to depart from the scene where they had stood up against authority for one last, bitter-sweet moment, it was a melancholy couple that could be seen walking down a deserted, though bright, street towards the blacksmith's shop. Propriety be damned. He had seen her bruised, bloody, and in her underclothes. Being alone with her in public was far from the worst thing that could happen.
"Do you think he'll come back?" He looked up at the words, then gave a soft sigh.
"I think he'll give this place a wide berth, at least until your ex-fiancé gives up his search for good," was the only answer he could possibly give.
Eyes bright with what he imagined (heart breaking as he did so) were withheld tears, Elizabeth nodded. "I meant, though, for us." She paused.
They were now at the door to the shop, and he could hear the so-called master blacksmith snoring after a night of getting pissed on alcohol of such a quality Jack most likely wouldn't even drink it. And that thought of Jack was unwanted, because associating everything in his life with the pirate who left them stranded in a painfully normal way of life was not needed. Not if he was ever going to go back to the way things were before the undead crew of the Black Pearl invaded the town. Or farther back, really, to before Sparrow, dressed in all of his eccentric pirate finery, stepped off the mast of a small, sinking boat.
"Oh," he answered, chocolate eyes straying away from her face. He couldn't meet her eyes, couldn't let her know how much he regretted not running after Jack, jumping into that icy, deep blue salt water and swimming to the black-sailed ship. She could never know how easy it would have been to go, even if it meant leaving her behind, if the captain had only said a word or two along those lines.
"I wish he had...had just grabbed our arms and pulled us back with him. Had spoken those same arrogant words and tripped, taking the three of us into the sea."
A wry smile parted Will's lips. Of course, any girl he loved so much would equally love him and every part of himself. And piracy--freedom--ran in his veins. "Or had said something, anything, to tell us when to meet him. We could have packed, ran off in the middle of the night." His smile became a grin. "Running from the commodore alongside people who understand us, and whom we can understand in turn."
Elizabeth nodded, her own dark eyes holding a far-away look. "I'll see you tomorrow, Will," she finally said, brushing still soft lips across his cheek and stepping back.
"I should walk you back." He blinked when she shook her head.
"I was imprisoned by pirates, I think I can walk through the well-guarded streets of the city my own father governs without worry." Then she gifted him with her own wry look. "We were also given an escort when we left."
Will glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough a uniformed soldier was pretending not to be watching the two young people. "Better safe than sorry. We just got back: I need a bit of a rest before I can go off to rescue you again."
They laughed, trying to make light of the situation, and then he was forced to watch another person he cared deeply for turn her back on him. At least he knew where to find her, and knew she would return. They had so many things to plan for, and even if he was nothing more than a blacksmith whose father was a pirate, he still wanted to make her life perfect.
Shaking off any future plans, and deciding to simply dwell on the present for the night (ignorance _was_ bliss, after all), he pushed opened the door. The familiar smell of the smithy greeted him, wrapping him in its heated familiarity. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It was, after all, home (he, scolding his mind with the earlier cliché, pushed away the thought that Jack had almost become home, if not his ship and crew).
He went through the motions: a tender hearted pet and hug of the hardworking mule, the spoken words to thin air and his sleeping boss, even the checking of all parts of the shop. Of course a few things had been moved--he had been away for quite some time. He was sure that someone had given word to the lush, whom he nevertheless liked, about the events taking place. He just hoped it was a sympathetic soul, and not someone who made him out to be a criminal.
Will unconsciously found himself at the farther end of the room, staring at the place where it had all begun: where he had noticed the tricorner hat that was clearly not the property of anyone who frequented the shop, and had gotten his first glimpse of Jack through the clashing of steel blades. But there was no beloved hat resting anywhere in the shop, and the Mr. Brown had cleared away the signs of the confrontation.
Mr. Brown had cleared away the last signs of Jack Sparrow from their lives, except for already fading cuts and scrapes. Will coughed, surprised at himself. Suddenly he regretted not coming back to find everything still out of place and strewn around the smithy. How silly of him, to think such things. Truly, it was nice not to be the one cleaning up for once.
Part: One
Chapter: One
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, will most likely have some Horror aspects farther along
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/). Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois, unBETAd
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Summary: (I'm working on a better one, but this will do for now)After their adventure with the pirate captain Jack Sparrow, Will and Elizabeth ready themselves to settle back down to their lives from before, except with the knowledge that they can finally show their feelings for each other to the world. They should be happy, but find that something is missing. _Jack_ and the excitement--the freedom--he brought with him are missing. But who can hope to capture a pirate's heart, let alone have one care for them?
Author's Notes: Story titles/part titles are in Nahuatl, the language of the Aztecs. I'm not an expert on it, I can barely read a few words in it (left over from an over-enthusiastic report for my anthropology class), therefore these words will be exactly as they appear, without declining or anything like that. So far there appears two: Zatlatzonco means Finally. Tlapopolhuia means To Forgive.
Zatlatzonco
Part One: Tlapopolhuia
I:
Will waited. Waited as he and Jack were surrounded by soldiers, waited as he made his stand, and then Elizabeth made hers. And finally, as Jack made his last few wise-ass comments and moved away from the soldiers, towards the edge of the wall (he was certain that the pirate captain had seen the same sight that Miss Swann and himself had: that of the parrot that could have only come from a crew member of the Black Pearl), Will was convinced that it was finally time.
But Jack left. He left them there, and fell into the water (if he were ever to see Captain Jack Sparrow again, he'd make sure to comment on that bit of unluckiness that even his skills couldn't overcome), to be picked up by his loyal ship and crew. And then he sailed off into the horizon. To the freedom that he cared so much about, and that had so many times over the last adventure almost been stolen away from him.
He left Will wondering what he had done wrong. Wondering if this was some sort of punishment. In the end the he had shown that he truly cared for Jack--they had fought together in perfect union, almost as if they knew the other male's actions before they were begun. Surely that meant he was forgiven? His earlier betrayal of his partner-in-crime had been made not out of animosity or greed, but a selfless desire to help the girl he had loved since first sight. He hadn't understood the other male, hadn't realized that there was always a plan.
And what of Elizabeth? She had loved the action that being surrounded by pirates had added to her life. It was so much better than simply being the pretty daughter of a governor, wearing corsets and marrying a commodore. She and Jack had become closer, almost friends. After they met up with him again he had noticed the new aspect of their relationship. The pirate had become less like a legend to her, more like a human being whom, while she might not like him, could be respected by her.
When Will and his newly regained love were finally allowed to depart from the scene where they had stood up against authority for one last, bitter-sweet moment, it was a melancholy couple that could be seen walking down a deserted, though bright, street towards the blacksmith's shop. Propriety be damned. He had seen her bruised, bloody, and in her underclothes. Being alone with her in public was far from the worst thing that could happen.
"Do you think he'll come back?" He looked up at the words, then gave a soft sigh.
"I think he'll give this place a wide berth, at least until your ex-fiancé gives up his search for good," was the only answer he could possibly give.
Eyes bright with what he imagined (heart breaking as he did so) were withheld tears, Elizabeth nodded. "I meant, though, for us." She paused.
They were now at the door to the shop, and he could hear the so-called master blacksmith snoring after a night of getting pissed on alcohol of such a quality Jack most likely wouldn't even drink it. And that thought of Jack was unwanted, because associating everything in his life with the pirate who left them stranded in a painfully normal way of life was not needed. Not if he was ever going to go back to the way things were before the undead crew of the Black Pearl invaded the town. Or farther back, really, to before Sparrow, dressed in all of his eccentric pirate finery, stepped off the mast of a small, sinking boat.
"Oh," he answered, chocolate eyes straying away from her face. He couldn't meet her eyes, couldn't let her know how much he regretted not running after Jack, jumping into that icy, deep blue salt water and swimming to the black-sailed ship. She could never know how easy it would have been to go, even if it meant leaving her behind, if the captain had only said a word or two along those lines.
"I wish he had...had just grabbed our arms and pulled us back with him. Had spoken those same arrogant words and tripped, taking the three of us into the sea."
A wry smile parted Will's lips. Of course, any girl he loved so much would equally love him and every part of himself. And piracy--freedom--ran in his veins. "Or had said something, anything, to tell us when to meet him. We could have packed, ran off in the middle of the night." His smile became a grin. "Running from the commodore alongside people who understand us, and whom we can understand in turn."
Elizabeth nodded, her own dark eyes holding a far-away look. "I'll see you tomorrow, Will," she finally said, brushing still soft lips across his cheek and stepping back.
"I should walk you back." He blinked when she shook her head.
"I was imprisoned by pirates, I think I can walk through the well-guarded streets of the city my own father governs without worry." Then she gifted him with her own wry look. "We were also given an escort when we left."
Will glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough a uniformed soldier was pretending not to be watching the two young people. "Better safe than sorry. We just got back: I need a bit of a rest before I can go off to rescue you again."
They laughed, trying to make light of the situation, and then he was forced to watch another person he cared deeply for turn her back on him. At least he knew where to find her, and knew she would return. They had so many things to plan for, and even if he was nothing more than a blacksmith whose father was a pirate, he still wanted to make her life perfect.
Shaking off any future plans, and deciding to simply dwell on the present for the night (ignorance _was_ bliss, after all), he pushed opened the door. The familiar smell of the smithy greeted him, wrapping him in its heated familiarity. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It was, after all, home (he, scolding his mind with the earlier cliché, pushed away the thought that Jack had almost become home, if not his ship and crew).
He went through the motions: a tender hearted pet and hug of the hardworking mule, the spoken words to thin air and his sleeping boss, even the checking of all parts of the shop. Of course a few things had been moved--he had been away for quite some time. He was sure that someone had given word to the lush, whom he nevertheless liked, about the events taking place. He just hoped it was a sympathetic soul, and not someone who made him out to be a criminal.
Will unconsciously found himself at the farther end of the room, staring at the place where it had all begun: where he had noticed the tricorner hat that was clearly not the property of anyone who frequented the shop, and had gotten his first glimpse of Jack through the clashing of steel blades. But there was no beloved hat resting anywhere in the shop, and the Mr. Brown had cleared away the signs of the confrontation.
Mr. Brown had cleared away the last signs of Jack Sparrow from their lives, except for already fading cuts and scrapes. Will coughed, surprised at himself. Suddenly he regretted not coming back to find everything still out of place and strewn around the smithy. How silly of him, to think such things. Truly, it was nice not to be the one cleaning up for once.