I wrote this right after I finished the last chapter...it just flowed out of chapter five, and I couldn't stop myself from continuing. Ended up staying up really late for it.
After you read this chapter, please reply ::puts hands together in begging motion:: I haven't written anything close to a realistic (ie: non-magical) fight scene in years.
Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Six
Author: Cheshire
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. the first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. 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 thought all of you would appreciate me getting this part out, since I've been finished with it since shortly after I sent out chapter five. As for the fast pace of some of the things in this chapter...well, it _would_ all have been fast pace, in RL. And they're both experienced with fights, and therefore would know there's no time to spare on other things.
VI.
He dove for Elizabeth, pushed her out of the way of a flying lamp. "What's happening?" she cried, clinging to him and glancing around the now darkened cabin.
"It feels like we hit another ship." He paused, knowing that sounded absurd. "Or were rammed."
The sound of alarmed voices did not take long to reach them. Cries of "Attack!" and "Pirates!" soon filled the nether regions of the ship. The two young adults, hearing such things, found a strange calm descend upon them. Private and heartfelt conversations were complicated, sea battles were much simpler and easier to deal with in the end.
They pulled apart, each rushing to the door. "Wait! I have to get my things," Will suddenly remembered, feeling a bit better that he had brought his sword and dagger along. At the suggestion Elizabeth nodded, running back to her own luggage. He spared a moment's thought to what surprises she had in store while running down the hallway (skidding hard at the turn) to his cabin.
Fielding, expectantly, was crouched protectively over his trunk. Will barely glanced his way as he dug through his things and came up with the weapons he had so painstakingly crafted for purposes just such. Strapping the leather around his waist he ran back towards the door, mentally reviewing various fighting techniques he had studied since the last time he had been forced to go against a live opponent.
"Wait! Turner! Wait!" The young man closed his eyes, a long-suffering breath being let out in a hiss through his front teeth. He waited for his roommate to continue. "We mustn't let them get my chest! It would be awful! Awful! The things they would do!"
He glared at the little man, wondering how people could feel so desperately about material possessions. Jack was much the same way about the Black Pearl, and it had never quite sat well with Will. A nagging part of him had suggested on various occasions that he was simply jealous, but that was preposterous: He, as a talented and hardworking, loyal, and good man, had no reason to feel envious of a large amount of wood shaped into a pretty form.
"We'll be lucky if we manage to stay alive, with the ship well enough to reach land, Fielding. Your box will have to wait." Will knew he was being overly harsh, but also knew that Elizabeth would shortly be running around the boat, attempting to stop whatever dastardly band of pirates dared interrupt her vacation. He'd much rather be guarding the woman he loved than some chest that belonged to a person who he could barely stand.
Fielding opened his mouth to protest, but Will didn't notice--he was already out the door. He met Elizabeth just down the hall, and the two exchanged brief questions as they readied for a fight. She was, as he had suspected, dressed in trousers and a sturdy shirt. The surprising fact was the small pistol that rested at her hip (he had been unaware she knew how to shoot).
"Elizabeth," his voice was shaky as he spoke. "Before we go, I realize I...never had the opportunity to do this. It had always been assumed. This isn't the best moment for this, not at all, but...." He quickly fell to one knee, realizing that a slow romance was out of the question. "Will you marry me?" he held out an ornate golden band--forged by his own hand and showing his fine craftsmanship--and as soon as she took it (a charmed expression on her face) he stood.
Will could tell she appreciated the haste, because she slipped the ring on quickly and gave him her wickedest of smiles. "Come on, we have some pirates to scare off!"
He laughed at her boldness, at the way she came alive in such situations. He had never seen her so excited as when they were in the middle of battle. Her cheeks would flush and her eyes sparkle, and he would feel more complete with her than ever. It was yet another reason he thought they were meant to be--no other woman had ever complimented him so well, even when facing danger.
They ran up top with little interference. In fact, they had to fight against the tide of merchant sailors running downwards. When they reached topside it dawned on them why everyone was so frightened.
The ship was no Pearl, but it was formidable. The merchant ship was having it out with the pirate one, but to no avail. Somehow, despite the fact the galleon was an extremely fast boat, the pirates seemed to have caught the crew by surprise. No cannons were fired at the enemy vessel, and they were not foolhardy to approach close enough for their sails to be torn by the blades attached to the masts. Will guessed that some form of betrayal was involved, most likely whoever was on night-duty aboard the ship, while the captain, pilot, and other offices nestled down in somewhat comfortable beds.
He had no time to see if what he thought was true, and members of the merchant ship's crew were tucked safely away on the other boat. Instead he found himself dodging the blasts of firearms and blocking the blows of blades. A shot rang out behind him and he, in the corner of his mind, noted that Elizabeth was a good enough aim to hit shoulders and stomachs.
A twist, a parry, a quick swiping of his sword. He was an extremely good swordsman, was most likely better than any of the pirates...as long as they fought fairly. But he had been taught that such things never happened. That there was only one rule that really mattered: what a man can do, and what a man can't do.
Thanks to prior experience with pirates, it came as no surprise that he was soon fighting against multiple opponents. Some would have swords, but attempt to move in close enough to pull their daggers. Others would have weapons that most classically trained swordsmen (which pirates would assume he was at first glance) would have experienced difficulty fighting. And, of course, there were a fair share of kicks, punches, and opponents attempting to sneak up from behind him.
He lost sight of Elizabeth for a moment, ducking under one man, than rolling over the back of another. Sweat glistened on his brow, his breathing was becoming sharper, louder. He felt alive, felt wonderful, as if the world was before him and all he had to do was beat up a few buccaneers and it would fall.
The clanging of metal, that to someone who hadn't been a blacksmith for years would have sounded jarring, rang out like bells in the otherwise silent night. Shouts, screams, yells for help and mercy, became white noise against the grunts of warriors fighting for their lives with well-honed skills. In the midst of this Elizabeth wove her way in and out of the groups, taking pirates by surprise and helping others free. Will drove back a pirate, cut through a shirt with a downward thrust of his sword, and then felt the shorter blade of his own dagger digging through tough flesh, tougher muscle, and finally the soft tissue of organs.
He pulled back, hand and knife slick, and continued onto the next pirate that was unfortunate enough to cross his path. His thoughts were single minded, crystal clear. He and Elizabeth had to survive, and if they could save the others while they were at it, that was great.
Another sword to fight. His muscles screamed from the tension and use, he ignored them just like he overlooked the noise of the people on the ship. The new blade came down so hard that a spark was created when he quickly blocked, using the upward motion to swing the other man's arm away from his body. He thrust, his feet dancing boxed patterns along the gritty wooden planks.
A noise from behind him, a familiar voice crying out, and it was all over for the fight. Will barely avoided steel through the side of his chest, instead getting clipped on the upper arm. Not his sword arm, thankfully.
He ran towards the noise. He found Elizabeth with an awfully nasty looking pirate breathing down her neck. A curse formed in his mind, quickly overcome with panic, than the realization that panic would accomplish nothing. A strange apathy fell in his mind that had nothing to do with adrenaline or shock.
Chocolate brown eyes stared into the woman's for a moment, then his wry grin formed once more. "Parlay," he muttered. A bright, amused light lit her face from deep within, she was the only other on the ship who would get the joke. "Parlay," he repeated, louder, loud enough for not a few pirates to hear and understand.
After you read this chapter, please reply ::puts hands together in begging motion:: I haven't written anything close to a realistic (ie: non-magical) fight scene in years.
Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Six
Author: Cheshire
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. the first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. 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 thought all of you would appreciate me getting this part out, since I've been finished with it since shortly after I sent out chapter five. As for the fast pace of some of the things in this chapter...well, it _would_ all have been fast pace, in RL. And they're both experienced with fights, and therefore would know there's no time to spare on other things.
VI.
He dove for Elizabeth, pushed her out of the way of a flying lamp. "What's happening?" she cried, clinging to him and glancing around the now darkened cabin.
"It feels like we hit another ship." He paused, knowing that sounded absurd. "Or were rammed."
The sound of alarmed voices did not take long to reach them. Cries of "Attack!" and "Pirates!" soon filled the nether regions of the ship. The two young adults, hearing such things, found a strange calm descend upon them. Private and heartfelt conversations were complicated, sea battles were much simpler and easier to deal with in the end.
They pulled apart, each rushing to the door. "Wait! I have to get my things," Will suddenly remembered, feeling a bit better that he had brought his sword and dagger along. At the suggestion Elizabeth nodded, running back to her own luggage. He spared a moment's thought to what surprises she had in store while running down the hallway (skidding hard at the turn) to his cabin.
Fielding, expectantly, was crouched protectively over his trunk. Will barely glanced his way as he dug through his things and came up with the weapons he had so painstakingly crafted for purposes just such. Strapping the leather around his waist he ran back towards the door, mentally reviewing various fighting techniques he had studied since the last time he had been forced to go against a live opponent.
"Wait! Turner! Wait!" The young man closed his eyes, a long-suffering breath being let out in a hiss through his front teeth. He waited for his roommate to continue. "We mustn't let them get my chest! It would be awful! Awful! The things they would do!"
He glared at the little man, wondering how people could feel so desperately about material possessions. Jack was much the same way about the Black Pearl, and it had never quite sat well with Will. A nagging part of him had suggested on various occasions that he was simply jealous, but that was preposterous: He, as a talented and hardworking, loyal, and good man, had no reason to feel envious of a large amount of wood shaped into a pretty form.
"We'll be lucky if we manage to stay alive, with the ship well enough to reach land, Fielding. Your box will have to wait." Will knew he was being overly harsh, but also knew that Elizabeth would shortly be running around the boat, attempting to stop whatever dastardly band of pirates dared interrupt her vacation. He'd much rather be guarding the woman he loved than some chest that belonged to a person who he could barely stand.
Fielding opened his mouth to protest, but Will didn't notice--he was already out the door. He met Elizabeth just down the hall, and the two exchanged brief questions as they readied for a fight. She was, as he had suspected, dressed in trousers and a sturdy shirt. The surprising fact was the small pistol that rested at her hip (he had been unaware she knew how to shoot).
"Elizabeth," his voice was shaky as he spoke. "Before we go, I realize I...never had the opportunity to do this. It had always been assumed. This isn't the best moment for this, not at all, but...." He quickly fell to one knee, realizing that a slow romance was out of the question. "Will you marry me?" he held out an ornate golden band--forged by his own hand and showing his fine craftsmanship--and as soon as she took it (a charmed expression on her face) he stood.
Will could tell she appreciated the haste, because she slipped the ring on quickly and gave him her wickedest of smiles. "Come on, we have some pirates to scare off!"
He laughed at her boldness, at the way she came alive in such situations. He had never seen her so excited as when they were in the middle of battle. Her cheeks would flush and her eyes sparkle, and he would feel more complete with her than ever. It was yet another reason he thought they were meant to be--no other woman had ever complimented him so well, even when facing danger.
They ran up top with little interference. In fact, they had to fight against the tide of merchant sailors running downwards. When they reached topside it dawned on them why everyone was so frightened.
The ship was no Pearl, but it was formidable. The merchant ship was having it out with the pirate one, but to no avail. Somehow, despite the fact the galleon was an extremely fast boat, the pirates seemed to have caught the crew by surprise. No cannons were fired at the enemy vessel, and they were not foolhardy to approach close enough for their sails to be torn by the blades attached to the masts. Will guessed that some form of betrayal was involved, most likely whoever was on night-duty aboard the ship, while the captain, pilot, and other offices nestled down in somewhat comfortable beds.
He had no time to see if what he thought was true, and members of the merchant ship's crew were tucked safely away on the other boat. Instead he found himself dodging the blasts of firearms and blocking the blows of blades. A shot rang out behind him and he, in the corner of his mind, noted that Elizabeth was a good enough aim to hit shoulders and stomachs.
A twist, a parry, a quick swiping of his sword. He was an extremely good swordsman, was most likely better than any of the pirates...as long as they fought fairly. But he had been taught that such things never happened. That there was only one rule that really mattered: what a man can do, and what a man can't do.
Thanks to prior experience with pirates, it came as no surprise that he was soon fighting against multiple opponents. Some would have swords, but attempt to move in close enough to pull their daggers. Others would have weapons that most classically trained swordsmen (which pirates would assume he was at first glance) would have experienced difficulty fighting. And, of course, there were a fair share of kicks, punches, and opponents attempting to sneak up from behind him.
He lost sight of Elizabeth for a moment, ducking under one man, than rolling over the back of another. Sweat glistened on his brow, his breathing was becoming sharper, louder. He felt alive, felt wonderful, as if the world was before him and all he had to do was beat up a few buccaneers and it would fall.
The clanging of metal, that to someone who hadn't been a blacksmith for years would have sounded jarring, rang out like bells in the otherwise silent night. Shouts, screams, yells for help and mercy, became white noise against the grunts of warriors fighting for their lives with well-honed skills. In the midst of this Elizabeth wove her way in and out of the groups, taking pirates by surprise and helping others free. Will drove back a pirate, cut through a shirt with a downward thrust of his sword, and then felt the shorter blade of his own dagger digging through tough flesh, tougher muscle, and finally the soft tissue of organs.
He pulled back, hand and knife slick, and continued onto the next pirate that was unfortunate enough to cross his path. His thoughts were single minded, crystal clear. He and Elizabeth had to survive, and if they could save the others while they were at it, that was great.
Another sword to fight. His muscles screamed from the tension and use, he ignored them just like he overlooked the noise of the people on the ship. The new blade came down so hard that a spark was created when he quickly blocked, using the upward motion to swing the other man's arm away from his body. He thrust, his feet dancing boxed patterns along the gritty wooden planks.
A noise from behind him, a familiar voice crying out, and it was all over for the fight. Will barely avoided steel through the side of his chest, instead getting clipped on the upper arm. Not his sword arm, thankfully.
He ran towards the noise. He found Elizabeth with an awfully nasty looking pirate breathing down her neck. A curse formed in his mind, quickly overcome with panic, than the realization that panic would accomplish nothing. A strange apathy fell in his mind that had nothing to do with adrenaline or shock.
Chocolate brown eyes stared into the woman's for a moment, then his wry grin formed once more. "Parlay," he muttered. A bright, amused light lit her face from deep within, she was the only other on the ship who would get the joke. "Parlay," he repeated, louder, loud enough for not a few pirates to hear and understand.