Tlapopolhuia (the first part of Zatlatzonco) is twelve chapters. The whole thing should be around thirty chapters (the other parts are shorter than this one), unless I decide to separate the chapters differently, or get sidetracked by something. And, yes, this means I have the _entire_ Zatlatzonco series outlined. I actually might make it a sequence, because I know some people will be wanting a slightly different ending, and if I do manage to write all of this, I might feel sorry to let it go.
Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Four
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: I added summaries of the next three parts of the series at my page, if you want the very slight spoilers offered there. I've also put up an "Author's Notes" section which features the original version of the second chapter (which was from Jack's POV) and a summary of the plot for this part (spoilers, of course)
IV
The door creaked open behind Will, and he turned quickly, attention drawn away from the chest. In came his roommate, stout and bald. Beady eyes glancing around furtively and watching the blacksmith suspiciously, as if he expected him to attack at any moment.
"Mr. Fielding?" Will asked, having to clear his throat once to get the words out of his mouth.
Black eyes narrowed even more, and he wondered how Fielding could see through the tiny slits of ebony. "How do you know my name?"
"The, er, man who brought me here said I would be staying with a Mr. Fielding. Since you're here, I assumed it would be you."
He seemed to roll the answer around in his head, as if searching for lies in the simple words. Finally he nodded his acceptance and moved towards his bed. "Who are you?"
"My name's Will Turner," he answered easily, trying his best not to stare when, once more, it looked as though Fielding was trying hard not to believe what he said.
Another nod. "You are not to touch any of my things. If I find anything out of place, I will bring it up with an officer."
A raised eyebrow was all that comment gained him, but Will wasn't going to dispute the claim. He knew how the upper class treated people like himself, had seen it all his life. He was hardly surprised to find that Mr. Fielding would fall into the same patterns as everyone in Port Royal and England.
"This is your first time on a ship?" the man finally asked, training to be polite ruling over whatever feelings he had. Fielding looked Will up and down as that was said, in a way that made him feel righteously angry at being judged so easily.
"Not at all. Last year I was on three different vessels." He didn't mention that two of them had been manned by pirates. He knew that would get him no points, even for excitement. "My fiancée's father, Governor Swann, has given us this trip because he was aware of my love for sailing."
That seemed to take the man's pompous demeanor down a notch or two. Will, though, felt remorse as soon as those words left his mouth. He didn't want to fall back on Elizabeth every time he was faced with a situation he didn't like. Truly, that was a large reason he had yet to set a date for the wedding. He was afraid he'd come to rely on being the son-in-law of the governor.
Still, there was a certain satisfaction to be gained by putting men like Mr. Fielding in his place. He would have never thought, without some prior knowledge, that someone like Will (standing there in less than fashionable shirt and trousers, worn boots, and the muscles and calluses of someone who knew of hard work) would be marrying someone like Miss Elizabeth Swann. Or even that he knew her.
After a few moments, the man moved back towards the door. "It is around dinner time," he commented, leaving Will alone with a backwards and weary glance towards his chest.
Will shook his head. He hoped that the other passengers were more accepting than Mr. Fielding. He had never run into such a problem on a ship before this.
That brought pause. Of course he had never run into the class prejudices of a man like Fielding, because on pirate ships there was only rank, not class. As a partner in crime to Jack, Will had been seen as having a high, though unofficial, rank. Even Gibbs and Anamaria had hesitated in giving him an order.
Originally he made fun of the crew: he could remember mocking Jack for the people they would be forced to sail with out of Tortuga. But in the end they proved to be good sailors. More important, in the end, they proved to be good people.
He shook off the memories, telling himself that it would be best to not get the least bit nostalgic for the Pearl. He missed the sea, not piracy. This trip was going to be fun, and he was going to enjoy it even if he had to force himself to. Because, after the trip was over, he'd be back on land, married, and most likely being groomed by Governor Swann and the Commodore for some higher position or another.
Two days after first boarding the ship, Elizabeth had already made friends with all of the other passengers except Mr. Fielding, and, through her, Will was on good terms with them. He didn't feel awkward sitting with them at the captain's table, chatting about inane things that she had previously explained. So, a few days after she had taken him aside and made a point of introducing him, Will found himself embroiled in both a game of chess and a conversation.
"He is a bit of an odd chap, isn't he?" the Colonel was starting on his new favorite subject, that of Mr. Fielding. He had already exhausted Will with questions of his roommate, upset when the he knew little more about the man than anyone else.
Mr. Simon, who was so quiet that sometimes they would forget he was there, simply nodded. Mr. Yardley (who insisted that everyone call him Edmund, though no one did), decided to speak up in place of his friend. After a very long sip of his drink, and a loud clearing of his throat, he glanced over the other occupants of the small room they had commandeered.
"What did you say before about him and that chest of his, William?"
He looked up, eyebrows lifting in surprise at being addressed. He normally preferred to simply listen and throw an opinion in here and there. "He, uh, is very protective of the trunk that he keeps in our room. It is always locked, but he checks on it every time he enters the room. Sometimes he accuses me of _looking_ at it." Will laughed, and the others joined in with him.
"Oh, are you talking about him again?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You are all worse than old women: gossiping on whatever topic you may come across."
The older men smiled fondly at her, Will blushed and turned his attention back to the chess bored. The Colonel always insisted on playing white, and it was obvious that less black pieces were spotting the squares. Will had been told he was doing very good for someone who had barely known the rules of the game, but he always felt like a fool when playing against the other passengers. Even Elizabeth beat him the time they played against one another (thankfully that had been in private).
"Well," Will began, wondering from the looks if the others thought he was supposed to, "it's unusual that everyone on board hasn't noticed his behavior. He acts like he has something to hide."
Colonel Barton nodded eagerly, as if that was the opening he had been looking for, and spoke, "I think it would be most enjoyable to find a way into that chest of his. And imagine the look on his face when we can confront him with the dirty secret he keeps so close to his heart!"
Elizabeth made a disapproving sound in the back of her throat. Simon simply shook his head. Yardley looked ready to jump from his seat and run down the hall to the room Fielding and Will shared.
"He would notice. And what if it is nothing more than a collection of, say, love letters from a sweetheart?" That gave the men pause, and Will knew he had chosen the right metaphor. He, himself, could appreciate keeping such personal affects close to him and protected. If he had time to truly woo Elizabeth he would have kept every letter that she sent to him as a treasured piece of his soul.
He glanced at her when he thought that, and noticed how her lips were thinned in concentration. She then noticed his attention and gave him a quick smile, and a certain look. He knew she wished to speak with him, and it would be wise to meet her in private as soon as possible, as to not bring down her good-natured wrath.
Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Four
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: I added summaries of the next three parts of the series at my page, if you want the very slight spoilers offered there. I've also put up an "Author's Notes" section which features the original version of the second chapter (which was from Jack's POV) and a summary of the plot for this part (spoilers, of course)
IV
The door creaked open behind Will, and he turned quickly, attention drawn away from the chest. In came his roommate, stout and bald. Beady eyes glancing around furtively and watching the blacksmith suspiciously, as if he expected him to attack at any moment.
"Mr. Fielding?" Will asked, having to clear his throat once to get the words out of his mouth.
Black eyes narrowed even more, and he wondered how Fielding could see through the tiny slits of ebony. "How do you know my name?"
"The, er, man who brought me here said I would be staying with a Mr. Fielding. Since you're here, I assumed it would be you."
He seemed to roll the answer around in his head, as if searching for lies in the simple words. Finally he nodded his acceptance and moved towards his bed. "Who are you?"
"My name's Will Turner," he answered easily, trying his best not to stare when, once more, it looked as though Fielding was trying hard not to believe what he said.
Another nod. "You are not to touch any of my things. If I find anything out of place, I will bring it up with an officer."
A raised eyebrow was all that comment gained him, but Will wasn't going to dispute the claim. He knew how the upper class treated people like himself, had seen it all his life. He was hardly surprised to find that Mr. Fielding would fall into the same patterns as everyone in Port Royal and England.
"This is your first time on a ship?" the man finally asked, training to be polite ruling over whatever feelings he had. Fielding looked Will up and down as that was said, in a way that made him feel righteously angry at being judged so easily.
"Not at all. Last year I was on three different vessels." He didn't mention that two of them had been manned by pirates. He knew that would get him no points, even for excitement. "My fiancée's father, Governor Swann, has given us this trip because he was aware of my love for sailing."
That seemed to take the man's pompous demeanor down a notch or two. Will, though, felt remorse as soon as those words left his mouth. He didn't want to fall back on Elizabeth every time he was faced with a situation he didn't like. Truly, that was a large reason he had yet to set a date for the wedding. He was afraid he'd come to rely on being the son-in-law of the governor.
Still, there was a certain satisfaction to be gained by putting men like Mr. Fielding in his place. He would have never thought, without some prior knowledge, that someone like Will (standing there in less than fashionable shirt and trousers, worn boots, and the muscles and calluses of someone who knew of hard work) would be marrying someone like Miss Elizabeth Swann. Or even that he knew her.
After a few moments, the man moved back towards the door. "It is around dinner time," he commented, leaving Will alone with a backwards and weary glance towards his chest.
Will shook his head. He hoped that the other passengers were more accepting than Mr. Fielding. He had never run into such a problem on a ship before this.
That brought pause. Of course he had never run into the class prejudices of a man like Fielding, because on pirate ships there was only rank, not class. As a partner in crime to Jack, Will had been seen as having a high, though unofficial, rank. Even Gibbs and Anamaria had hesitated in giving him an order.
Originally he made fun of the crew: he could remember mocking Jack for the people they would be forced to sail with out of Tortuga. But in the end they proved to be good sailors. More important, in the end, they proved to be good people.
He shook off the memories, telling himself that it would be best to not get the least bit nostalgic for the Pearl. He missed the sea, not piracy. This trip was going to be fun, and he was going to enjoy it even if he had to force himself to. Because, after the trip was over, he'd be back on land, married, and most likely being groomed by Governor Swann and the Commodore for some higher position or another.
Two days after first boarding the ship, Elizabeth had already made friends with all of the other passengers except Mr. Fielding, and, through her, Will was on good terms with them. He didn't feel awkward sitting with them at the captain's table, chatting about inane things that she had previously explained. So, a few days after she had taken him aside and made a point of introducing him, Will found himself embroiled in both a game of chess and a conversation.
"He is a bit of an odd chap, isn't he?" the Colonel was starting on his new favorite subject, that of Mr. Fielding. He had already exhausted Will with questions of his roommate, upset when the he knew little more about the man than anyone else.
Mr. Simon, who was so quiet that sometimes they would forget he was there, simply nodded. Mr. Yardley (who insisted that everyone call him Edmund, though no one did), decided to speak up in place of his friend. After a very long sip of his drink, and a loud clearing of his throat, he glanced over the other occupants of the small room they had commandeered.
"What did you say before about him and that chest of his, William?"
He looked up, eyebrows lifting in surprise at being addressed. He normally preferred to simply listen and throw an opinion in here and there. "He, uh, is very protective of the trunk that he keeps in our room. It is always locked, but he checks on it every time he enters the room. Sometimes he accuses me of _looking_ at it." Will laughed, and the others joined in with him.
"Oh, are you talking about him again?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You are all worse than old women: gossiping on whatever topic you may come across."
The older men smiled fondly at her, Will blushed and turned his attention back to the chess bored. The Colonel always insisted on playing white, and it was obvious that less black pieces were spotting the squares. Will had been told he was doing very good for someone who had barely known the rules of the game, but he always felt like a fool when playing against the other passengers. Even Elizabeth beat him the time they played against one another (thankfully that had been in private).
"Well," Will began, wondering from the looks if the others thought he was supposed to, "it's unusual that everyone on board hasn't noticed his behavior. He acts like he has something to hide."
Colonel Barton nodded eagerly, as if that was the opening he had been looking for, and spoke, "I think it would be most enjoyable to find a way into that chest of his. And imagine the look on his face when we can confront him with the dirty secret he keeps so close to his heart!"
Elizabeth made a disapproving sound in the back of her throat. Simon simply shook his head. Yardley looked ready to jump from his seat and run down the hall to the room Fielding and Will shared.
"He would notice. And what if it is nothing more than a collection of, say, love letters from a sweetheart?" That gave the men pause, and Will knew he had chosen the right metaphor. He, himself, could appreciate keeping such personal affects close to him and protected. If he had time to truly woo Elizabeth he would have kept every letter that she sent to him as a treasured piece of his soul.
He glanced at her when he thought that, and noticed how her lips were thinned in concentration. She then noticed his attention and gave him a quick smile, and a certain look. He knew she wished to speak with him, and it would be wise to meet her in private as soon as possible, as to not bring down her good-natured wrath.