Disclaimer: Avast!!! Dont own em!!! Want em, but dont own em!!!! Im just a sad third year college student who likes fanfiction! I am in no way affiliated with Pirates of the Caribbean, though i would like to be! wink wink O-o ....lol If you sue, all you'll get is lint, for that be all that's in me pocket!!! ARRRRRR!!!!
Rated ARRRRRRRR for violence and language, though that may change due to the author's sick and twisted sense of humor!!
Basically I was wondering, What if Will hadn't escaped from the Interceptor before it blew up?
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Breathe
Chappy 1
When the Black Pearl was first spotted on the horizon, the tension mounted even higher in the air. Although the Interceptor was indeed, the fastest ship in the Caribbean, there was no mistaking the fact that the black sails of the Pearl were looming closer and closer. Barbossa's ship had matched the naval vessel league for league. It seemed to mock them, as if it was just playing a game of cat and mouse with the Interceptor.
Elizabeth eyed the fast-approaching ship fearfully. She, for one, was not looking forward to another encounter with Barbossa and his disgusting crew. One time on that ship was quite enough for Miss Elizabeth Swann, thanks very much.
Hearing raised voices, she turned around, and began to walk toward Gibbs and Anamaria, who were engaged in an argument.
"Dammit Gibbs! Why don't we just give them that gold-piece, you don't know, maybe they'll let us go! We just need leverage, and that's just the ticket!"
"Are you block-headed woman? They'll kill us all even when they have that bit o' shine. Matters not if you give it to them!" Gibbs knew what he was talking about. It was a well- known fact that if a pirate has the opportunity to get rid of their opposition, they will take it, without hesitation. That's how it had been, and always would be.
In her heart, she knew he was right. She had taken it upon herself that when Jack hadn't returned with Will, she would command the ship. Apparently Gibbs thought the same. "We just need to buy some time. They won't kill us unless need be! If we give them that medallion they'll leave us alone. Barbossa's good on his word. Hell, any captain's got a good word, you know that! If Jack were here-"
She was interrupted by Elizabeth. "Well Jack isn't here, is he? Persay your code, no? Why don't you two quit bickering and perhaps we'll get somewhere! This is supposed to be the fastest ship in the Caribbean! But that can't be right because even as I stand here listening to you two, that dot in the distance has gotten bigger! Don't you have a plan?"
The two pirates looked at one another, and seemed to reach an agreement. Gibbs spoke then. "You have an idea then, Elizabeth?" He had noticed a gleam in her eye, and since he had known her when she was a mere sprite of a woman, he knew she was up to something.
"We're shallow on the draft right?"
"Aye." Although Anamaria didn't quite trust the girl, she was curious as to what she was up to. Gibbs, on the other hand, knew he could trust Elizabeth's judgement. While he had served under Norrington, the girl had accompanied her father on many of his voyages. Govenor Swann was not a man to be trifled with, and he had certainly passed the trait onto his daughter. Even as a girl, she had been very curious. Always asking questions about the ship, what the crew did belowdeck, and what all the rigging did. Eventually, she now knows more than an able-bodied crewman would.
Elizabeth pointed out toward the side of the ship. "Can't we lose them amongst those shoals?" She smirked, knowing she was right.
Gibbs couldn't believe she had picked that up before he had. Apparently, he was losing his touch. "Aye we could. But they're gaining on us fast, we can't outrun them." He thought a bit, and realized maybe they did have a chance. "Well, we don't have to outrun them, just long enough..."
"Lighten the ship, stem to stern!" Anamaria called out, the crew quickly got to work.
"Anything we can afford to lose, see that its lost." Gibbs then wandered off, surveying what was to be thrown out, and what they needed.
Will had heard the conversation, and went to the back of the ship. The Black Pearl was close, too close. Already, he could see the crew moving about, with Barbossa at the wheel. Jack was conversing with the captain, but must have said something unsatisfactory and was then dragged below deck.
/At least he'll be out of the way/ thought Will. At first, he had been worried if the two were to open fire on each other, Jack would be caught in the crossfire. He walked back to where all the pirates were throwing out crates and barrels. He stopped one pirate from dumping one of their cannons aboard. "We're gonna need that." The pirate grinned at him.
He was occupied with throwing out a few more crates when he heard loud splashing behind him. He turned around, just in time to see the same pirate getting rid of their ammunition. "Stop! We're gonna need those too!" He was flabbergasted. What was that pirate doing? Looking around, he saw that most of the cannon balls, save two, were now gone. The rest had found a place in the depths of the ocean.
/Bloody pirate!/ "What were you thinking?! We needed those!" Will was a bit angry. The pirate just kept grinning. The man just muttered something incoherent, then walked off. After a bit, a very frustrated Turner walked off to seek Gibbs. Walking along, he realized, that the man had never said anything to him at all. Not even in Tortuga, when the motley-crue of pirates was formed.
"Gibbs, who is that pirate? He just muttered something and walked off. He's not a mute is he?" Will questioned the pirate.
Gibbs began to laugh uproariously. It was as if Will had said the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Smithie? Aye he says nothing, cuz he has nothing to say."
Will was really confused now. "What do you mean?"
"He has no reason to speak. Me thinks cuz it was taken from him a long time ago." Gibbs had stopped laughing now, suddenly very serious.
"What happened?" The boy was all ears now, eager to know, even as the Pearl barreled down on them.
"Don't you know? He's a enunch!" Gibbs began laughing again.
For the first time in his life, William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner, walked away from a pirate with nothing to say. The humor a man acquired while at sea was strange.
Very strange.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew were now belowdeck, rummaging around through various knick-knacks. A great clatter was heard as cutlery was thrown in the cannons. All pirates were loading the cannons with strange 'weapons'.
Gibbs immediately saw a problem in this. The Pearl was only vulnerable from the sides. Their cannons would have no effect whatsoever on the thick planks on the front of the ship. "She'll rake us without ever presenting a target." He had hoped to reach the shoals before the Pearl, but at the rate it was coming, they wouldn't reach them.
Elizabeth broke in. "Lower the anchor on the right side. On the starboard side!" She knew what she was talking about, and this maneuver would help determine the fate of the Interceptor. Anamaria looked at her as if she were Barbossa himself. "You're daft lady! That'll swing us in their path!"
Gibbs knew the outcome, and shouted to the crew. "Lower the starboard anchor!" The crew then looked at him as if he'd gone mad. "Do it ye dogs, or its you we'll load in to the cannons!" Immediately, they released the anchor.
The ship lurched to the right, various groans were heard from the bowels of the ship at the sudden change of course. Anamaria, eyes wide, still clutched the wheel. "Let go!" Elizabeth shouted. The wheel spun madly. The crew held on for dear life as the ship was violently placed before the Pearl.
The Pearl had taken out their oars, for they had seen the shoals as well, but at this sudden move, they were forced to immediately retract their starboard oars. With some fast rigging and steering, on the captains' part, they were soon lined up with the Interceptor.
Both sides readied their cannons. All pirates leered at each other menacingly, knowing not all would be alive after this confrontation. Almost as if on cue, Barbossa and Elizabeth shouted to the crew on their ships.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
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yay!!! first chappy down. does gay pirate dance ahem....ummmm review? Orli clones all around if ya do. Hell, may throw in some Johnny too!!!!
Rated ARRRRRRRR for violence and language, though that may change due to the author's sick and twisted sense of humor!!
Basically I was wondering, What if Will hadn't escaped from the Interceptor before it blew up?
**********************************************************************
Breathe
Chappy 1
When the Black Pearl was first spotted on the horizon, the tension mounted even higher in the air. Although the Interceptor was indeed, the fastest ship in the Caribbean, there was no mistaking the fact that the black sails of the Pearl were looming closer and closer. Barbossa's ship had matched the naval vessel league for league. It seemed to mock them, as if it was just playing a game of cat and mouse with the Interceptor.
Elizabeth eyed the fast-approaching ship fearfully. She, for one, was not looking forward to another encounter with Barbossa and his disgusting crew. One time on that ship was quite enough for Miss Elizabeth Swann, thanks very much.
Hearing raised voices, she turned around, and began to walk toward Gibbs and Anamaria, who were engaged in an argument.
"Dammit Gibbs! Why don't we just give them that gold-piece, you don't know, maybe they'll let us go! We just need leverage, and that's just the ticket!"
"Are you block-headed woman? They'll kill us all even when they have that bit o' shine. Matters not if you give it to them!" Gibbs knew what he was talking about. It was a well- known fact that if a pirate has the opportunity to get rid of their opposition, they will take it, without hesitation. That's how it had been, and always would be.
In her heart, she knew he was right. She had taken it upon herself that when Jack hadn't returned with Will, she would command the ship. Apparently Gibbs thought the same. "We just need to buy some time. They won't kill us unless need be! If we give them that medallion they'll leave us alone. Barbossa's good on his word. Hell, any captain's got a good word, you know that! If Jack were here-"
She was interrupted by Elizabeth. "Well Jack isn't here, is he? Persay your code, no? Why don't you two quit bickering and perhaps we'll get somewhere! This is supposed to be the fastest ship in the Caribbean! But that can't be right because even as I stand here listening to you two, that dot in the distance has gotten bigger! Don't you have a plan?"
The two pirates looked at one another, and seemed to reach an agreement. Gibbs spoke then. "You have an idea then, Elizabeth?" He had noticed a gleam in her eye, and since he had known her when she was a mere sprite of a woman, he knew she was up to something.
"We're shallow on the draft right?"
"Aye." Although Anamaria didn't quite trust the girl, she was curious as to what she was up to. Gibbs, on the other hand, knew he could trust Elizabeth's judgement. While he had served under Norrington, the girl had accompanied her father on many of his voyages. Govenor Swann was not a man to be trifled with, and he had certainly passed the trait onto his daughter. Even as a girl, she had been very curious. Always asking questions about the ship, what the crew did belowdeck, and what all the rigging did. Eventually, she now knows more than an able-bodied crewman would.
Elizabeth pointed out toward the side of the ship. "Can't we lose them amongst those shoals?" She smirked, knowing she was right.
Gibbs couldn't believe she had picked that up before he had. Apparently, he was losing his touch. "Aye we could. But they're gaining on us fast, we can't outrun them." He thought a bit, and realized maybe they did have a chance. "Well, we don't have to outrun them, just long enough..."
"Lighten the ship, stem to stern!" Anamaria called out, the crew quickly got to work.
"Anything we can afford to lose, see that its lost." Gibbs then wandered off, surveying what was to be thrown out, and what they needed.
Will had heard the conversation, and went to the back of the ship. The Black Pearl was close, too close. Already, he could see the crew moving about, with Barbossa at the wheel. Jack was conversing with the captain, but must have said something unsatisfactory and was then dragged below deck.
/At least he'll be out of the way/ thought Will. At first, he had been worried if the two were to open fire on each other, Jack would be caught in the crossfire. He walked back to where all the pirates were throwing out crates and barrels. He stopped one pirate from dumping one of their cannons aboard. "We're gonna need that." The pirate grinned at him.
He was occupied with throwing out a few more crates when he heard loud splashing behind him. He turned around, just in time to see the same pirate getting rid of their ammunition. "Stop! We're gonna need those too!" He was flabbergasted. What was that pirate doing? Looking around, he saw that most of the cannon balls, save two, were now gone. The rest had found a place in the depths of the ocean.
/Bloody pirate!/ "What were you thinking?! We needed those!" Will was a bit angry. The pirate just kept grinning. The man just muttered something incoherent, then walked off. After a bit, a very frustrated Turner walked off to seek Gibbs. Walking along, he realized, that the man had never said anything to him at all. Not even in Tortuga, when the motley-crue of pirates was formed.
"Gibbs, who is that pirate? He just muttered something and walked off. He's not a mute is he?" Will questioned the pirate.
Gibbs began to laugh uproariously. It was as if Will had said the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Smithie? Aye he says nothing, cuz he has nothing to say."
Will was really confused now. "What do you mean?"
"He has no reason to speak. Me thinks cuz it was taken from him a long time ago." Gibbs had stopped laughing now, suddenly very serious.
"What happened?" The boy was all ears now, eager to know, even as the Pearl barreled down on them.
"Don't you know? He's a enunch!" Gibbs began laughing again.
For the first time in his life, William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner, walked away from a pirate with nothing to say. The humor a man acquired while at sea was strange.
Very strange.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew were now belowdeck, rummaging around through various knick-knacks. A great clatter was heard as cutlery was thrown in the cannons. All pirates were loading the cannons with strange 'weapons'.
Gibbs immediately saw a problem in this. The Pearl was only vulnerable from the sides. Their cannons would have no effect whatsoever on the thick planks on the front of the ship. "She'll rake us without ever presenting a target." He had hoped to reach the shoals before the Pearl, but at the rate it was coming, they wouldn't reach them.
Elizabeth broke in. "Lower the anchor on the right side. On the starboard side!" She knew what she was talking about, and this maneuver would help determine the fate of the Interceptor. Anamaria looked at her as if she were Barbossa himself. "You're daft lady! That'll swing us in their path!"
Gibbs knew the outcome, and shouted to the crew. "Lower the starboard anchor!" The crew then looked at him as if he'd gone mad. "Do it ye dogs, or its you we'll load in to the cannons!" Immediately, they released the anchor.
The ship lurched to the right, various groans were heard from the bowels of the ship at the sudden change of course. Anamaria, eyes wide, still clutched the wheel. "Let go!" Elizabeth shouted. The wheel spun madly. The crew held on for dear life as the ship was violently placed before the Pearl.
The Pearl had taken out their oars, for they had seen the shoals as well, but at this sudden move, they were forced to immediately retract their starboard oars. With some fast rigging and steering, on the captains' part, they were soon lined up with the Interceptor.
Both sides readied their cannons. All pirates leered at each other menacingly, knowing not all would be alive after this confrontation. Almost as if on cue, Barbossa and Elizabeth shouted to the crew on their ships.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
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yay!!! first chappy down. does gay pirate dance ahem....ummmm review? Orli clones all around if ya do. Hell, may throw in some Johnny too!!!!