Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Seven
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
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.
Author's Notes: Jack _will_ be in the next chapter! I'm already almost done with it, so that's a definite on Jack. And excuse the accents on the pirates...I was trying to think of fun ones to give them, but ended up sorting fusing a few things together, then adding a bit of regular pirate dialect....
VII
Will knew that Elizabeth was thinking exactly the same thing he was. She was flashing back to Barbossa's Black Pearl. He could only imagine what her memories would be like, once more repeating the actions which had lead them on a grand journey across the Caribbean.
The pirates were looking at them, not trying to hide their attentions. It was a good guess that they were wondering how two passengers on the expensive merchant ship not only knew how to fight so well, but knew the pirate code. If they had been in the same situation, the two captives would be just as curious.
They were forced to stand, guarded, for what felt like hours, although surely it hadn't been. Finally the captain was brought towards them, but with a brief look turned from that course in order to inspect something another pirate had brought onboard. Will looked, and his mouth became a grim line.
A small trunk, the exact same one he had been staring at for days whenever inside his cabin and not sleeping, was held surprisingly gently by a burly sailor. The captain talked briefly with a few others, but Will was unable to catch the words, despite trying desperately. He feared that the chest would matter more than whatever they could come up with for bargaining.
Glancing around, there was no real hope: The Stella was broken, burning, and would soon begin its descent into the deep blue waters. There were no islands within swimming distance. The few not taken prisoner were dead or dying. The entire situation was grim beyond compare. Still, that didn't mean there was not some way around it, ("It's not possible!" "Not probable") if Jack had been present they would already be on their way to freedom.
Again Will found that even his own mind compared him to the captain of the Black Pearl, and found him lacking. He knew that expecting more was foolish. He was not a military man, not a sailor. Adventure was simply an inheritance from a man whom he had never met, and who his mother spoke of only briefly before her death.
Elizabeth took the lead as the captain turned back towards them. "Sir," she began, and then stopped as he gave her a fierce look.
"What, exactly, do ye think ye can offer me?" He spoke to Elizabeth, but was watching Will, waiting for the male to speak.
"I..." the young woman looked at her fiancé, and then, with a tensing of her hand in his, spoke, "I am Elizabeth Swann, daughter of Governor Weatherby Swann. If you would return us to Port Royal, you would gain a handsome reward."
The captain looked at her, sizing her up with a speculative glare. But Will knew what he was seeing, the same thing Will saw almost everyday, and which always made him feel unworthy of Elizabeth's affections. She was standing tall, proud, chin up, with perfect posture that never saw a day of manual labor. He had never understood how Barbossa could think of her as a simple maid in the governor's household.
"And this boy, here? 'e has cost me valuable crew," the pirate put in, Will feeling dejected as the plan fell apart. But, he reminded himself silently, she would still go free.
"He is my fiancé. My father would also be willing to pay for his return."
Will, if he had been able to see himself, would have been quite proud. The only show of surprise was a raised eyebrow, his face managing to remain neutral at the new information. He was not yet used to being of concern to the wealthy and powerful. Living almost his entire life in the "disposable" lower middle class had taught him never to expect others to give money to him when in need.
"Marrying above your station, eh, lad?" Will simply stared at the man, unable to think of any smart answer to that.
The entire situation had taken on some sort of surreal aura. The captain, once he learned that they could be worth money, had stopped glaring and instead seemed almost congenial. That didn't stop him from ordering two members of his crew to "assist" them on their way to the brig, though.
Exchanging looks once more, Elizabeth and her beau followed. The guards were strong, the grasp on Will's arm almost bruising. That _was_ his sword arm, and therefore didn't interfere with the cut that was still unattended. The bleeding had stopped, and therefore he worried little for it. The most he could have done was bind it with torn cloth.
"Ya know what I cannae figure out?" one of the pirates, the one holding Elizabeth's arm, said. "Howabout ya learn'd of 'Parlay'."
Now, there was a problem. They could tell of her childhood obsession with pirates, but there was no telling how the buccaneers might react. They might find it offensive, or decide to "educate" Elizabeth further. Either way it would end with her being hurt.
Telling of the Black Pearl, and Jack, could also go badly. There was always a chance that the pirates were on good terms with Jack Sparrow, but Will thought that was doubtful. From what he understood, despite the fact the Pearl was accomplishing great feats of pirating, and decimating whatever troops they might come upon, other pirates still took offense to better pirates in the ocean.
Which was foolish, though Will knew better than to ever tell anyone that. The little bit of information he was able to draw from the Commodore (after many insults and curses towards Jack) made it sound as if he, despite all of the laws he was breaking and ships he was taking, was not top priority. He wondered if that was because Jack had some form of morals backing every move he made. An "honest" pirate who would rather leave others alive than order a massacre.
"I knew someone who was a pirate," Will decided was the best excuse.
"Eh? A pirate?" Both of their guards stopped, which in turn forced them to do so. "What would a lad 'bout to marry the gov'ner's daughter know 'bout pirates?"
"We went drinking," he raked his brain for any idea, "some other people I know and myself. They left to, well, you know," he gave the two looks that said it all, "and I was there, drinking. He was drunk, he sat down next to me, just started talking." It was almost enough to think of it as a real memory--he could see Jack doing just that: The older man loved to confuse and annoy others.
"Ah," the pirate at his arm said, knowingly, as if such things happened all the time. "But it was the code he talked about?"
That did seem odd. "Not the first time, no. I forget what he was saying...it was hard to understand him, all his words were slurred. But later on he mentioned the code. I believe something had come up on the ship he sailed with, involving it."
Elizabeth watched him, approvingly. He wondered if he should worry that the girl who would be his wife was liking his ability to lie. Still, it was unlikely he would ever be able to get one past her.
He noticed, as they stood there, that his weapons, as well as hers, were tucked into the waistbands of the pirates' belts. A momentary thought of a crazy escape--pulling his sword out, pushing the guard away, fighting their way to the upper level--flitted through his mind. But there was nowhere to go, no one to help.
"Well, best be gettin' yas down ta the cells," Elizabeth's guard finally said, and they were moving once again, stepping onto another flight of stairs, pushing their captives forward first.
At that moment (Will thought the world was becoming nicely ironic, although still very sadistic) the ship rocked hard. The pirates fell forward. The sudden movement had caused both Will and Elizabeth to bend over, grabbing hard onto the railings. The pirates fell all the way down, without anything but the stairs and floor to break their fast movements.
The two captives stared at each other. Going through Will's head was a tally of how many times he had come to be on a pirate ship that was under attack, and he wasn't sure he liked how large the number was getting. A blacksmith wasn't supposed to fear for his life at the hands of evil and extremely dirty (possibly drunk) pirates, but at the rate he was going, he would soon be getting into fights in his shop every few days.
Part: One
Chapter: Seven
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
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.
Author's Notes: Jack _will_ be in the next chapter! I'm already almost done with it, so that's a definite on Jack. And excuse the accents on the pirates...I was trying to think of fun ones to give them, but ended up sorting fusing a few things together, then adding a bit of regular pirate dialect....
VII
Will knew that Elizabeth was thinking exactly the same thing he was. She was flashing back to Barbossa's Black Pearl. He could only imagine what her memories would be like, once more repeating the actions which had lead them on a grand journey across the Caribbean.
The pirates were looking at them, not trying to hide their attentions. It was a good guess that they were wondering how two passengers on the expensive merchant ship not only knew how to fight so well, but knew the pirate code. If they had been in the same situation, the two captives would be just as curious.
They were forced to stand, guarded, for what felt like hours, although surely it hadn't been. Finally the captain was brought towards them, but with a brief look turned from that course in order to inspect something another pirate had brought onboard. Will looked, and his mouth became a grim line.
A small trunk, the exact same one he had been staring at for days whenever inside his cabin and not sleeping, was held surprisingly gently by a burly sailor. The captain talked briefly with a few others, but Will was unable to catch the words, despite trying desperately. He feared that the chest would matter more than whatever they could come up with for bargaining.
Glancing around, there was no real hope: The Stella was broken, burning, and would soon begin its descent into the deep blue waters. There were no islands within swimming distance. The few not taken prisoner were dead or dying. The entire situation was grim beyond compare. Still, that didn't mean there was not some way around it, ("It's not possible!" "Not probable") if Jack had been present they would already be on their way to freedom.
Again Will found that even his own mind compared him to the captain of the Black Pearl, and found him lacking. He knew that expecting more was foolish. He was not a military man, not a sailor. Adventure was simply an inheritance from a man whom he had never met, and who his mother spoke of only briefly before her death.
Elizabeth took the lead as the captain turned back towards them. "Sir," she began, and then stopped as he gave her a fierce look.
"What, exactly, do ye think ye can offer me?" He spoke to Elizabeth, but was watching Will, waiting for the male to speak.
"I..." the young woman looked at her fiancé, and then, with a tensing of her hand in his, spoke, "I am Elizabeth Swann, daughter of Governor Weatherby Swann. If you would return us to Port Royal, you would gain a handsome reward."
The captain looked at her, sizing her up with a speculative glare. But Will knew what he was seeing, the same thing Will saw almost everyday, and which always made him feel unworthy of Elizabeth's affections. She was standing tall, proud, chin up, with perfect posture that never saw a day of manual labor. He had never understood how Barbossa could think of her as a simple maid in the governor's household.
"And this boy, here? 'e has cost me valuable crew," the pirate put in, Will feeling dejected as the plan fell apart. But, he reminded himself silently, she would still go free.
"He is my fiancé. My father would also be willing to pay for his return."
Will, if he had been able to see himself, would have been quite proud. The only show of surprise was a raised eyebrow, his face managing to remain neutral at the new information. He was not yet used to being of concern to the wealthy and powerful. Living almost his entire life in the "disposable" lower middle class had taught him never to expect others to give money to him when in need.
"Marrying above your station, eh, lad?" Will simply stared at the man, unable to think of any smart answer to that.
The entire situation had taken on some sort of surreal aura. The captain, once he learned that they could be worth money, had stopped glaring and instead seemed almost congenial. That didn't stop him from ordering two members of his crew to "assist" them on their way to the brig, though.
Exchanging looks once more, Elizabeth and her beau followed. The guards were strong, the grasp on Will's arm almost bruising. That _was_ his sword arm, and therefore didn't interfere with the cut that was still unattended. The bleeding had stopped, and therefore he worried little for it. The most he could have done was bind it with torn cloth.
"Ya know what I cannae figure out?" one of the pirates, the one holding Elizabeth's arm, said. "Howabout ya learn'd of 'Parlay'."
Now, there was a problem. They could tell of her childhood obsession with pirates, but there was no telling how the buccaneers might react. They might find it offensive, or decide to "educate" Elizabeth further. Either way it would end with her being hurt.
Telling of the Black Pearl, and Jack, could also go badly. There was always a chance that the pirates were on good terms with Jack Sparrow, but Will thought that was doubtful. From what he understood, despite the fact the Pearl was accomplishing great feats of pirating, and decimating whatever troops they might come upon, other pirates still took offense to better pirates in the ocean.
Which was foolish, though Will knew better than to ever tell anyone that. The little bit of information he was able to draw from the Commodore (after many insults and curses towards Jack) made it sound as if he, despite all of the laws he was breaking and ships he was taking, was not top priority. He wondered if that was because Jack had some form of morals backing every move he made. An "honest" pirate who would rather leave others alive than order a massacre.
"I knew someone who was a pirate," Will decided was the best excuse.
"Eh? A pirate?" Both of their guards stopped, which in turn forced them to do so. "What would a lad 'bout to marry the gov'ner's daughter know 'bout pirates?"
"We went drinking," he raked his brain for any idea, "some other people I know and myself. They left to, well, you know," he gave the two looks that said it all, "and I was there, drinking. He was drunk, he sat down next to me, just started talking." It was almost enough to think of it as a real memory--he could see Jack doing just that: The older man loved to confuse and annoy others.
"Ah," the pirate at his arm said, knowingly, as if such things happened all the time. "But it was the code he talked about?"
That did seem odd. "Not the first time, no. I forget what he was saying...it was hard to understand him, all his words were slurred. But later on he mentioned the code. I believe something had come up on the ship he sailed with, involving it."
Elizabeth watched him, approvingly. He wondered if he should worry that the girl who would be his wife was liking his ability to lie. Still, it was unlikely he would ever be able to get one past her.
He noticed, as they stood there, that his weapons, as well as hers, were tucked into the waistbands of the pirates' belts. A momentary thought of a crazy escape--pulling his sword out, pushing the guard away, fighting their way to the upper level--flitted through his mind. But there was nowhere to go, no one to help.
"Well, best be gettin' yas down ta the cells," Elizabeth's guard finally said, and they were moving once again, stepping onto another flight of stairs, pushing their captives forward first.
At that moment (Will thought the world was becoming nicely ironic, although still very sadistic) the ship rocked hard. The pirates fell forward. The sudden movement had caused both Will and Elizabeth to bend over, grabbing hard onto the railings. The pirates fell all the way down, without anything but the stairs and floor to break their fast movements.
The two captives stared at each other. Going through Will's head was a tally of how many times he had come to be on a pirate ship that was under attack, and he wasn't sure he liked how large the number was getting. A blacksmith wasn't supposed to fear for his life at the hands of evil and extremely dirty (possibly drunk) pirates, but at the rate he was going, he would soon be getting into fights in his shop every few days.