Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Three
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/) by tomorrow afternoon. 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: Well, here they are, off on their journey. There will be some foreshadowing tucked away here and there, that you might notice come up in the next few chapters. Oh, and I'm about to put everything up on my site, where there will also be indepth author's notes for each chapter, as well as a summary of the plot for all of Tlapopolhuia.
III
Will had not seen Norrington during the day since the final time he had seen Jack. Associating the two was foolish, though, and even his own mind had a difficult attempt of doing such a thing. He had known Norrington since he had known Elizabeth, and had been forced to deal with the man on various occasions when their paths had crossed during his teenage years.
Not that he really minded. Except for the ever-weighing fact that the Commodore (then a Captain) and the girl he loved were surely going to wed, he always found dealing with the man somewhat relaxing. He always tried to be in control, and that was something Will liked in other people--too often was his own life in disarray.
Out of the side of his mouth he asked, "Why is he here?"
Shaking her head, his fiancée replied, "My father is being overly cautious. I believe the Commodore is supposed to frighten us from our journey."
"Does he have an army of ghostly marines for us to defeat?" At that they looked at each other and shared small smiles, then turned back to Norrington, who watched them with a slight amount of disapproval.
"Pirate activity has been steadily increasing over the last few months." He paused, glanced out at the ships which rested in the port (one of them with clear signs it had been in a struggle), and then continued while pacing in tight steps a few feet back and forth, his hands clasped behind him. "I can only assume...well, I'm sure you're both familiar with the reason why." A pointed look made both Will and Elizabeth stare bashfully at their feet, like children being scolded.
"Yes, but we have found you lodging upon one of the safest ships on the sea!" Governor Swann put in, smiling fondling at how youthful his daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law were acting.
Norrington raised an eyebrow pointedly, then continued once he was sure that the politician was unlikely to add anything more. "One of the safest trading ships," he corrected. Will knew that he would have liked to send them off in a fully armed military ship that was not expected to meet any danger, but that would have been awkward. There were still a few who blamed Will and Elizabeth for the escape of the notorious and dangerous Jack Sparrow (especially when the Black Pearl began to make raids on ships in the area).
The man finally pointed out their ship to them, and the two younger figures cocked their heads to the side to examine the galleon floating in the cay. Will felt a mild sense of loss that they would be on such a formidable ship--not that he desired to be on a boat besieged by pirates, but out of a slight want of adventure. It was, though, a fine ship, and one anyone should be proud of dwelling within for even a short trip.
"The Stella is making rounds of most of the Spanish Main. Presently, the bounty it carries is of no worth to any buccaneers who may be bold enough to attack. Anything of great value is simply the property of the passengers it has decided to take aboard." He seemed to predict the next question, as he put in, "There will be four others such as yourselves...."
He trailed off and they let him, Will wondering that he wasn't protesting further. After everything that had happened, Norrington had taken what could only be called great interest in the health of both the blacksmith and the governor's daughter. He had once joked, on a rare occasion when he had allowed himself to relax around others , "I am simply waiting for the two of you to run off and become pirates, Mr. Turner. With you two running about causing havoc, as well as Sparrow, I would have to take an early retirement to retain my sanity."
Will noticed, looking upon the gangplank, a little man ordering about various workers as they loaded trunks onto the ship. Another passenger, obviously, who looked out of place simply standing on the boat. He wondered if he'd be able to hold back his laughter when he found the man stumbling around below deck once the voyage was underway, and found himself beginning to feel better about the entire trip.
It was only after a sharp poke in his side from Elizabeth that he realized the Commodore was still speaking, and was just about to finish making whatever speech it was that he was saying. "Since everything seems to be in order, you should begin to board." And he walked off, leaving a confused young man and a determined young lady behind him.
"Well, that was very informative."
"It was?" Will asked skeptically, keeping pace with her as she hurried towards the Stella.
Elizabeth laughed. "Truly? No. I'm simply gladdened that the Commodore is allowing us off his short leash."
The governor had already made sure their luggage was loaded, although neither of them had packed much. Besides clothes and other necessities Will was equipped with a sword and dagger, tucked away in his single trunk in case of an emergency. And he knew that Elizabeth had also packed for such an occurrence--he had spotted a pair of trousers when she had been searching for something earlier.
Both of them walked onto the boat, Will letting out a sigh as his feet hit the deck. A crewmember near them gave him a slight smile, as if knowing exactly how he felt. They glanced around curiously, and then began to walk towards the small cabins they had been given. That was another reason the Stella had been chosen, he thought, because a governor's daughter should always have a cabin, and on most ships there were only quarters for the captain.
They passed a door which was opened just a crack, and Elizabeth paused, a frown on her face. Voices floated out from whatever room lay beyond. Will moved closer to her, trying to hear whatever it was that she was eavesdropping on so eagerly.
"This was the place? Port Royal? This was where those pirates attacked last year?" someone asked, responding to a formerly made statement which Will had missed.
"Aye, this is the very place. The Black Pearl itself attacked Fort Charles. Decimated the area for months." Another voice, which sounded more mature, was answering the questions. "They had Jack Sparrow, its captain, in their hands, yet he managed to escape. He be a slippery scoundrel, that one."
The two passengers glanced at each other, surprise evident on their faces. Will leaned in even closer, wondering if the crewmen couldn't give them more recent information about the Jack than Norrington was willing to. But after a moment they realized that the man would rather rant about the evils of "Sparrow" and his "bloodthirsty" crew than mention the facts. The Black Pearl had been a legend for so long, that even its enemies continued the tradition.
"So, does this mean Jack is a pirate so evil that hell itself spit him out?" Elizabeth joked when she stepped inside the small area that was given specifically to her. Since they were not married.
Will smiled at her, glad she could take the insults against their friend and brush them away. "If anyone can really believe that, I feel sorry for them. He may be ruthless, and without a doubt crazy, but he will never capture the essence of the evil pirate act. He seems too flamboyant for such things as instilling dread in others."
"He would also have to cut back on the kohl," she added.
"And," Will moved across the room, arms out at his sides and palms pointing downwards, then, when he spoke, he brought his hands up before his shoulders and moved them around with little motions of the wrist, "the gestures."
Elizabeth giggled and sat on the small and uncomfortable looking cot against one wall of the room. "And, of course," she began, slurring her words ever so slightly, as if her tongue didn't want to work correctly, "he would have to dis-dec-discat-discontinue the drunken binges. Savvy?"
"I'm glad you came with me. Even if it is unlucky to have a woman onboard." He grinned. "Although, Jack never seemed to think so." They exchanged knowing looks, both believing they knew the reasoning behind that, although having two different ideas as to what that could be.
"Miss Swann, are you..." a voice interrupted, trailing off as the person opened the door and noticed Will standing there, a mere foot away from the bed and the girl. "Ah, you would be Mr. Turner? If you would come with me, I will show you to your room."
Will looked towards Elizabeth, as if to get her approval, and at a nod he left with the man who had stopped their conversation. Some form of officer, it seemed by the look of him, but he was so stern that Will didn't dare ask what his position was. He could easily take offense to such an innocent interrogation.
Neither he nor the man spoke as they walked down the hallway, turned and went down another. "This is where the male passengers are staying. The room here, and across the hall here." He pointed it out with precise movements of his hands, as if wasting any energy was a horrible thing.
"You will be in this one, with Mr. Fielding. Colonel Barton and Mr.'s Simon and Yardley will stay within the second cabin." He gave Will a look that convinced him that the other male felt it a horrible wrong that he, a much younger and lower class man, had only to stay with one person.
"Thank you," he said in a dismissive way he had seen many of the guests around the governor's mansion affect.
The room was the same size as Elizabeth's, but crammed within were two cots instead of her one. He could only hope that the cabin across the hall was larger. There was already a trunk sitting at the foot of one of the pieces of furniture, and he let out a soft groan when he recognized the luggage: It was that of the little man he was so ready to make fun of earlier.
Part: One
Chapter: Three
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/) by tomorrow afternoon. 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: Well, here they are, off on their journey. There will be some foreshadowing tucked away here and there, that you might notice come up in the next few chapters. Oh, and I'm about to put everything up on my site, where there will also be indepth author's notes for each chapter, as well as a summary of the plot for all of Tlapopolhuia.
III
Will had not seen Norrington during the day since the final time he had seen Jack. Associating the two was foolish, though, and even his own mind had a difficult attempt of doing such a thing. He had known Norrington since he had known Elizabeth, and had been forced to deal with the man on various occasions when their paths had crossed during his teenage years.
Not that he really minded. Except for the ever-weighing fact that the Commodore (then a Captain) and the girl he loved were surely going to wed, he always found dealing with the man somewhat relaxing. He always tried to be in control, and that was something Will liked in other people--too often was his own life in disarray.
Out of the side of his mouth he asked, "Why is he here?"
Shaking her head, his fiancée replied, "My father is being overly cautious. I believe the Commodore is supposed to frighten us from our journey."
"Does he have an army of ghostly marines for us to defeat?" At that they looked at each other and shared small smiles, then turned back to Norrington, who watched them with a slight amount of disapproval.
"Pirate activity has been steadily increasing over the last few months." He paused, glanced out at the ships which rested in the port (one of them with clear signs it had been in a struggle), and then continued while pacing in tight steps a few feet back and forth, his hands clasped behind him. "I can only assume...well, I'm sure you're both familiar with the reason why." A pointed look made both Will and Elizabeth stare bashfully at their feet, like children being scolded.
"Yes, but we have found you lodging upon one of the safest ships on the sea!" Governor Swann put in, smiling fondling at how youthful his daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law were acting.
Norrington raised an eyebrow pointedly, then continued once he was sure that the politician was unlikely to add anything more. "One of the safest trading ships," he corrected. Will knew that he would have liked to send them off in a fully armed military ship that was not expected to meet any danger, but that would have been awkward. There were still a few who blamed Will and Elizabeth for the escape of the notorious and dangerous Jack Sparrow (especially when the Black Pearl began to make raids on ships in the area).
The man finally pointed out their ship to them, and the two younger figures cocked their heads to the side to examine the galleon floating in the cay. Will felt a mild sense of loss that they would be on such a formidable ship--not that he desired to be on a boat besieged by pirates, but out of a slight want of adventure. It was, though, a fine ship, and one anyone should be proud of dwelling within for even a short trip.
"The Stella is making rounds of most of the Spanish Main. Presently, the bounty it carries is of no worth to any buccaneers who may be bold enough to attack. Anything of great value is simply the property of the passengers it has decided to take aboard." He seemed to predict the next question, as he put in, "There will be four others such as yourselves...."
He trailed off and they let him, Will wondering that he wasn't protesting further. After everything that had happened, Norrington had taken what could only be called great interest in the health of both the blacksmith and the governor's daughter. He had once joked, on a rare occasion when he had allowed himself to relax around others , "I am simply waiting for the two of you to run off and become pirates, Mr. Turner. With you two running about causing havoc, as well as Sparrow, I would have to take an early retirement to retain my sanity."
Will noticed, looking upon the gangplank, a little man ordering about various workers as they loaded trunks onto the ship. Another passenger, obviously, who looked out of place simply standing on the boat. He wondered if he'd be able to hold back his laughter when he found the man stumbling around below deck once the voyage was underway, and found himself beginning to feel better about the entire trip.
It was only after a sharp poke in his side from Elizabeth that he realized the Commodore was still speaking, and was just about to finish making whatever speech it was that he was saying. "Since everything seems to be in order, you should begin to board." And he walked off, leaving a confused young man and a determined young lady behind him.
"Well, that was very informative."
"It was?" Will asked skeptically, keeping pace with her as she hurried towards the Stella.
Elizabeth laughed. "Truly? No. I'm simply gladdened that the Commodore is allowing us off his short leash."
The governor had already made sure their luggage was loaded, although neither of them had packed much. Besides clothes and other necessities Will was equipped with a sword and dagger, tucked away in his single trunk in case of an emergency. And he knew that Elizabeth had also packed for such an occurrence--he had spotted a pair of trousers when she had been searching for something earlier.
Both of them walked onto the boat, Will letting out a sigh as his feet hit the deck. A crewmember near them gave him a slight smile, as if knowing exactly how he felt. They glanced around curiously, and then began to walk towards the small cabins they had been given. That was another reason the Stella had been chosen, he thought, because a governor's daughter should always have a cabin, and on most ships there were only quarters for the captain.
They passed a door which was opened just a crack, and Elizabeth paused, a frown on her face. Voices floated out from whatever room lay beyond. Will moved closer to her, trying to hear whatever it was that she was eavesdropping on so eagerly.
"This was the place? Port Royal? This was where those pirates attacked last year?" someone asked, responding to a formerly made statement which Will had missed.
"Aye, this is the very place. The Black Pearl itself attacked Fort Charles. Decimated the area for months." Another voice, which sounded more mature, was answering the questions. "They had Jack Sparrow, its captain, in their hands, yet he managed to escape. He be a slippery scoundrel, that one."
The two passengers glanced at each other, surprise evident on their faces. Will leaned in even closer, wondering if the crewmen couldn't give them more recent information about the Jack than Norrington was willing to. But after a moment they realized that the man would rather rant about the evils of "Sparrow" and his "bloodthirsty" crew than mention the facts. The Black Pearl had been a legend for so long, that even its enemies continued the tradition.
"So, does this mean Jack is a pirate so evil that hell itself spit him out?" Elizabeth joked when she stepped inside the small area that was given specifically to her. Since they were not married.
Will smiled at her, glad she could take the insults against their friend and brush them away. "If anyone can really believe that, I feel sorry for them. He may be ruthless, and without a doubt crazy, but he will never capture the essence of the evil pirate act. He seems too flamboyant for such things as instilling dread in others."
"He would also have to cut back on the kohl," she added.
"And," Will moved across the room, arms out at his sides and palms pointing downwards, then, when he spoke, he brought his hands up before his shoulders and moved them around with little motions of the wrist, "the gestures."
Elizabeth giggled and sat on the small and uncomfortable looking cot against one wall of the room. "And, of course," she began, slurring her words ever so slightly, as if her tongue didn't want to work correctly, "he would have to dis-dec-discat-discontinue the drunken binges. Savvy?"
"I'm glad you came with me. Even if it is unlucky to have a woman onboard." He grinned. "Although, Jack never seemed to think so." They exchanged knowing looks, both believing they knew the reasoning behind that, although having two different ideas as to what that could be.
"Miss Swann, are you..." a voice interrupted, trailing off as the person opened the door and noticed Will standing there, a mere foot away from the bed and the girl. "Ah, you would be Mr. Turner? If you would come with me, I will show you to your room."
Will looked towards Elizabeth, as if to get her approval, and at a nod he left with the man who had stopped their conversation. Some form of officer, it seemed by the look of him, but he was so stern that Will didn't dare ask what his position was. He could easily take offense to such an innocent interrogation.
Neither he nor the man spoke as they walked down the hallway, turned and went down another. "This is where the male passengers are staying. The room here, and across the hall here." He pointed it out with precise movements of his hands, as if wasting any energy was a horrible thing.
"You will be in this one, with Mr. Fielding. Colonel Barton and Mr.'s Simon and Yardley will stay within the second cabin." He gave Will a look that convinced him that the other male felt it a horrible wrong that he, a much younger and lower class man, had only to stay with one person.
"Thank you," he said in a dismissive way he had seen many of the guests around the governor's mansion affect.
The room was the same size as Elizabeth's, but crammed within were two cots instead of her one. He could only hope that the cabin across the hall was larger. There was already a trunk sitting at the foot of one of the pieces of furniture, and he let out a soft groan when he recognized the luggage: It was that of the little man he was so ready to make fun of earlier.