Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Two
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
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
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: I finally know where I'm going, a bit. Yes, they'll meet up with Jack soon. And, yes, there will be adventure to follow. Definitely something supernatural.
II
"Father said that he would, of course, be willing to pay for the wedding," Elizabeth continued, staring into the cup of tea before her. "And there is a very nice cottage on the other side of town he believes will suit our purposes perfectly." She glanced up at her companion. "Will, are you paying any attention?"
He glanced at her, away from the window he had been looking out, surprised. "Of course I am. Wedding, cottage, purposes." When she had nodded and gone back to the small sandwich on her plate, he turned his head once more.
The ocean looked so peaceful from the height of the governor's mansion. Down near sea level a person always noticed the waves, the tide, how quickly moving and immediate the sea seemed. Will was coming to understand that it was only when looking down at the sea from a vantage higher than just a simple dock, that you could appreciate its true beauty.
A small, annoyed noise swung his focus back to Elizabeth. "All you do, now, is daydream, Will. Do you miss everything that much?"
That gave him pause. No, he didn't miss everything that had happened. The undead pirates, the sword fights, and the fact he never knew whether he'd live through the day or not were not missed. But certain things: A moment of perfect understanding with Jack, where brown met brown and lock, or how spending time with Jack guaranteed that he would be working with at least one person he admired and respected.
"I miss the sea, the open air," he said after a moment's contemplation. "I miss feeling a boat beneath my feet, a ship rocked by a force no one can comprehend. It's not that I miss acting like a pirate ("...he is a blacksmith." "No, he's a pirate."), but certain things...do run in my veins."
He wondered why his fiancée suddenly brightened upon hearing those words, but was soon given his answer. "That we can work around."
"Uh...pardon me?"
Her smile was so bright that for a moment he believed he had been blinded. "I will request from my father an engagement gift..." she trailed off, leaving him in suspense, waiting for him to chime in with the ending of her perfect plan. When he didn't, she realized he was much too distracted to even plot with her, and that it would be best to get underway as soon as possible. "I will work out all of the details. Pack those things which you feel are most suited for the trip. Word will be sent when everything is ready, if we have not seen each other beforehand."
He stared after her as she swept from the room, her purposeful steps echoing through the mansion. Standing he made to follow, then, thinking better of that idea, began the journey back to his small home in the town. As he approached the building where he lodged he stopped, turned back the way he had come, and stared up at the large home on its hill. It was a preposterous idea, and her father would most likely disagree (but when had the old man not given her what she wanted?).
"Hard day, Will?" The wife of his landlord asked as she walked towards the side of the building for her drying laundry.
"Yes," he answered, relieved by the knowledge that she never wanted personal details. "Hard year."
He moved to go through the front door, up the stairs, and to his small room, but stopped just before the doorstep. The searching look he threw the thick wooden walls of the building made it seem as if he was questing for the meaning of his life within the cracks and crevasses of the worn lumber. A noise from the alleyway between the buildings--the landlady cursing at a stain she hadn't noticed while washing--brought him back to himself.
Without another look he hurried inside and up the stairs, entering his room in a flurry of short cape and hat. He always dressed up when going to Elizabeth's for tea, feeling better about himself and their unspoken although widely known engagement when he didn't simply look like the blacksmith's assistant. He fell to his small bed, fully clothed.
He had purchased a few new pieces for his wardrobe after returning to Port Royal. Jack had only reminded him at the last minute to grab a handful of coins ("...for a rainy day. Savvy?" the pirate's hips swaying as he went back to searching for the small but priceless pieces he was most interested in) from the piles where they lay strewn about the large cave. They had weighed down his pockets, but also lifted his spirits. It had felt _good_ to take that gold.
He had used those pieces of treasure to supplement his meager income, although he spent little of the money. He could only justify spending so much on himself before feeling guilty. It was, after all, stolen treasure, even if the pirates would argue he had worked hard enough to get it.
Will sat up so quickly that he became dizzy, and fell back down to the bumpy mattress and neatly made sheets. A hand came up to his head, and he almost hit himself with it. He had only just realized what Elizabeth had been trying to tell him all along: She was planning a trip, thinking it was the only way to bring Will's thoughts back to her, and away from the ocean.
Poor Elizabeth, it was as if she thought she could not compete with his fantasies about their adventuring under Jack Sparrow. And, Will was coming to accept, in a way that was true. Was this what his own mother had gone through? Her husband drawn to the siryn call of the tides and the drama promised by life on a ship. No wonder Will had not seen the Caribbean colonies until she had passed away: She had feared losing her son as she had lost her husband.
"Elizabeth..." he murmured, eyes closing in a movement that, if anyone would have been watching, would betray all his weariness.
He wished that piracy wasn't illegal. That he could walk down to the dock and find the Black Pearl tied there, receiving new supplies while the crew went off into the town to stretch their legs on land. Then he could walk up into the ship, up to the helm, where of course Jack would be caressing his ship (maybe whispering the song that Elizabeth had taught the pirate and said he'd loved). Then he could smile at Jack, and Jack would smile back, and then he would ask if Jack needed another hand, or Jack would ask. And then they'd be sailing out into the horizon within a few days, everything forgotten except the spray of sea water and the feel of rough rope against his hands.
But Norrington would never allow a pirate to sail within Port Royal without a fight, and there was little chance of the beloved Black Pearl being put into such expected danger by her captain for the simple task of seeing an old friend again. A self-deprecating smile formed at that thought. He was unable to be sure whether Jack even thought of them as friends, or if he had simply been..."leverage" in a bad situation.
Despite the fact twilight was only beginning to converge on the town, Will allowed sleep to claim him after that last fatalistic thought. He didn't want to remember anymore, simply wanted to fall into the oblivion unconsciousness inevitably offered. In no time at all he'd be creating new memories of sailing with Elizabeth at his side and no pirates in sight.
Part: One
Chapter: Two
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
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
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: I finally know where I'm going, a bit. Yes, they'll meet up with Jack soon. And, yes, there will be adventure to follow. Definitely something supernatural.
II
"Father said that he would, of course, be willing to pay for the wedding," Elizabeth continued, staring into the cup of tea before her. "And there is a very nice cottage on the other side of town he believes will suit our purposes perfectly." She glanced up at her companion. "Will, are you paying any attention?"
He glanced at her, away from the window he had been looking out, surprised. "Of course I am. Wedding, cottage, purposes." When she had nodded and gone back to the small sandwich on her plate, he turned his head once more.
The ocean looked so peaceful from the height of the governor's mansion. Down near sea level a person always noticed the waves, the tide, how quickly moving and immediate the sea seemed. Will was coming to understand that it was only when looking down at the sea from a vantage higher than just a simple dock, that you could appreciate its true beauty.
A small, annoyed noise swung his focus back to Elizabeth. "All you do, now, is daydream, Will. Do you miss everything that much?"
That gave him pause. No, he didn't miss everything that had happened. The undead pirates, the sword fights, and the fact he never knew whether he'd live through the day or not were not missed. But certain things: A moment of perfect understanding with Jack, where brown met brown and lock, or how spending time with Jack guaranteed that he would be working with at least one person he admired and respected.
"I miss the sea, the open air," he said after a moment's contemplation. "I miss feeling a boat beneath my feet, a ship rocked by a force no one can comprehend. It's not that I miss acting like a pirate ("...he is a blacksmith." "No, he's a pirate."), but certain things...do run in my veins."
He wondered why his fiancée suddenly brightened upon hearing those words, but was soon given his answer. "That we can work around."
"Uh...pardon me?"
Her smile was so bright that for a moment he believed he had been blinded. "I will request from my father an engagement gift..." she trailed off, leaving him in suspense, waiting for him to chime in with the ending of her perfect plan. When he didn't, she realized he was much too distracted to even plot with her, and that it would be best to get underway as soon as possible. "I will work out all of the details. Pack those things which you feel are most suited for the trip. Word will be sent when everything is ready, if we have not seen each other beforehand."
He stared after her as she swept from the room, her purposeful steps echoing through the mansion. Standing he made to follow, then, thinking better of that idea, began the journey back to his small home in the town. As he approached the building where he lodged he stopped, turned back the way he had come, and stared up at the large home on its hill. It was a preposterous idea, and her father would most likely disagree (but when had the old man not given her what she wanted?).
"Hard day, Will?" The wife of his landlord asked as she walked towards the side of the building for her drying laundry.
"Yes," he answered, relieved by the knowledge that she never wanted personal details. "Hard year."
He moved to go through the front door, up the stairs, and to his small room, but stopped just before the doorstep. The searching look he threw the thick wooden walls of the building made it seem as if he was questing for the meaning of his life within the cracks and crevasses of the worn lumber. A noise from the alleyway between the buildings--the landlady cursing at a stain she hadn't noticed while washing--brought him back to himself.
Without another look he hurried inside and up the stairs, entering his room in a flurry of short cape and hat. He always dressed up when going to Elizabeth's for tea, feeling better about himself and their unspoken although widely known engagement when he didn't simply look like the blacksmith's assistant. He fell to his small bed, fully clothed.
He had purchased a few new pieces for his wardrobe after returning to Port Royal. Jack had only reminded him at the last minute to grab a handful of coins ("...for a rainy day. Savvy?" the pirate's hips swaying as he went back to searching for the small but priceless pieces he was most interested in) from the piles where they lay strewn about the large cave. They had weighed down his pockets, but also lifted his spirits. It had felt _good_ to take that gold.
He had used those pieces of treasure to supplement his meager income, although he spent little of the money. He could only justify spending so much on himself before feeling guilty. It was, after all, stolen treasure, even if the pirates would argue he had worked hard enough to get it.
Will sat up so quickly that he became dizzy, and fell back down to the bumpy mattress and neatly made sheets. A hand came up to his head, and he almost hit himself with it. He had only just realized what Elizabeth had been trying to tell him all along: She was planning a trip, thinking it was the only way to bring Will's thoughts back to her, and away from the ocean.
Poor Elizabeth, it was as if she thought she could not compete with his fantasies about their adventuring under Jack Sparrow. And, Will was coming to accept, in a way that was true. Was this what his own mother had gone through? Her husband drawn to the siryn call of the tides and the drama promised by life on a ship. No wonder Will had not seen the Caribbean colonies until she had passed away: She had feared losing her son as she had lost her husband.
"Elizabeth..." he murmured, eyes closing in a movement that, if anyone would have been watching, would betray all his weariness.
He wished that piracy wasn't illegal. That he could walk down to the dock and find the Black Pearl tied there, receiving new supplies while the crew went off into the town to stretch their legs on land. Then he could walk up into the ship, up to the helm, where of course Jack would be caressing his ship (maybe whispering the song that Elizabeth had taught the pirate and said he'd loved). Then he could smile at Jack, and Jack would smile back, and then he would ask if Jack needed another hand, or Jack would ask. And then they'd be sailing out into the horizon within a few days, everything forgotten except the spray of sea water and the feel of rough rope against his hands.
But Norrington would never allow a pirate to sail within Port Royal without a fight, and there was little chance of the beloved Black Pearl being put into such expected danger by her captain for the simple task of seeing an old friend again. A self-deprecating smile formed at that thought. He was unable to be sure whether Jack even thought of them as friends, or if he had simply been..."leverage" in a bad situation.
Despite the fact twilight was only beginning to converge on the town, Will allowed sleep to claim him after that last fatalistic thought. He didn't want to remember anymore, simply wanted to fall into the oblivion unconsciousness inevitably offered. In no time at all he'd be creating new memories of sailing with Elizabeth at his side and no pirates in sight.