_Parched Ocean_
Choiler: Hello! My first fiction out of Anime. *breathes* It's my second fiction over all. Okay, I'm just another obsessed chick who loves Captain Jack Sparrow and Johnny Depp! (And of course Marik as well) He's just too sexy, to be just be classified as sexy. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Sparro…*cough* I mean Pirates of the Caribbean.
Note: I'm going to use Canadian grammar, cause I'm Canadian (actually I was born in America ;_;)and it's based on British grammar.^^
Note2: This going to be a bit shifty, cause I have to set everything in place. Hope you don't mind!
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Prologue: An Old Enemy returns
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The pirate dressed monkey crawled on top the gold chest. With its greedy eyes looked on the Aztec gold that had given him a curse that he was now free from. As if being forced, the ape quickly took grasp of one of the many jewels. He could feel the change of his body that he felt long ago.
Jack hopped to the fallen pirate, Captain Barbossa, and tickled his face with the coin. Soon enough dropping the relic right on mark where the captain had been shot, right on top of his heart. A strange wave swept the cave, sending jolts down the monkey's spine and in Barabossa's.
Few minutes passed, and Jack still stood beside the captain, who didn't lie on the ground, but stood triumphantly, as if being alive, which he now was. With his right hand he groped his chest. Without any grimace he pulled out the bullet an old foe had been saving for him. He threw away.
"Thank you Jack. I feel much better alive again."
_________________2 years later...
Lieutenant Norrington straightened his gray wig, fastened his gold buttons and with his sturdy expression, began to exit his room. Just two days ago, the honoured man was requested to defend a colony in the 'Promised Land,' which lied over seas. New England they called the new territory and being the patriotic man he was, Norrington accepted his country's request.
When he passed the door, he walked with the governor who stood there waiting, "Good morning sir, how is your lovely daughter, Elizabeth?" The soldier began.
"She is fine, lieutenant." The aging man could see his grief. "You still care for her don't you?" He didn't answer. "You know Norrington, though I will try with all my power to convince my daughter to change her mind, you still have a lovely finance."
"True, but I will hold my feelings for her if Elizabeth changes her mind for the better."
"Of course, well here's is your lovely lady." Swann, with his hands, guided him to Norrington's future soul mate.
"Good morning Governor," The girl bowed, "and you too, lieutenant." With her pale red lips she lightly smiled.
"You look lovely today, Aaria." He gently lifted her gloved right arm and like a gentleman kissed it.
Elizabeth and Will Turner stood side by side, waiting to greet him as well. He took one step to the left of Aaria and stood face to face with the woman he once and still loved. "You do too, my lady."
"Hush sir, this is a day to honor your vow." Elizabeth replied.
"No need for the flattery, my lady. A fair woman like you deserves everyman's attention." Elizabeth glanced at the girl beside her, she could see her jealousy. Norrington to note, "Just like my ever so beautiful finance. Have you met her?"
"Of course, she is charming I can see. We have talked many times." The governor's daughter smiled at her, Aaria blushed.
The lieutenant compared the two maidens as they stood beside each other. To Norrington, Elizabeth was more beautiful. Aaria's brownish-blonde hair was nice, but Turner's lady was much more enjoyable to see. About the same in height, Elizabeth seemed taller though, and was far more hygienic and sophisticated than his future wedded wife.
He turned to the black smith. "And you Will Turner, well good day to you. Take care of Elizabeth for me."
"I shall."
"Well, I should be heading to the ceremony, now. I'll meet you all there."
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"So to lieutenant Norrington, we wish you a safe trip across the grand ocean. You, sir will always be remembered as a brave man of honour, here in England." Applause swept through the dock. The soldiers saluted the departing leader as he headed towards the ship. He took his hat off his head when he passed Elizabeth and stopped when he saw Aaria.
"My dear, I hope you forgive me for leaving. I will return." He was not too sincere, but he sounded as if he was.
"If not, I will come to you." She said sternly. He nodded and began to leave his country, saying good bye with his heart.
_________________6 months passed...
"Oh why? Why did he have to leave me? Why hasn't he returned, it's been six months. I miss the man so much." Aaria wept on her bed as one of her maids comforted her.
"Sir Norrington will return soon my lady, I'm sure of it. Do not worry. Here, you received this today from your grandfather in Sweden." She handed the large package to her depressed mistress.
Aaria was British on her mother's side, her mother which passed away long ago because of coughing so often. Growing up in England along the filthy streets was harsh for ma. If not for her wealthy father, Aaria would have had to live like her mother did. She didn't understand though, they say that only a sin full person would get sick, but ma was a nice, gently lady. Her father was Swedish, a great man of honour, like Norrington. Died when a ship had attacked Port Royal two years ago, forcing Aaria to take the riches he had left behind.
She slowly but anxiously opened the parcel. The half-Swede got hold of the letter first. It read;
Dear grand daughter Aaria,
My time on this Earth this is passing quickly, and soon I can write no more letters, this will be my last one. You've grown to be a fine young lady, you remind of your father a lot. A sound memory. Before I leave though I have something to give, something most only know it as a legend and pirates have only heard of.
Our ancestors, Aaria, go all the way to the era where Vikings ruled the sea. They sailed everywhere, places not even the most daring pirate today would roam, land that Europe has only found today. Peter Masso Nimmiken, was a legendary leader of the greatest ship to be sailed by a Viking. The gold he found seemed infinite, but one treasure stood above the rest.
The cup of Vile Blood. This treasure is the reason why curses lie on the greatest gold and silver of time. In it lies the cursed blood, which creates curses. They say that the blood was the massacre of the great being from the underground fire.
Despite the horror that this cup brings, there is one benefit. Carved on the center of the cup is a shape of a star. Indented to fit one thing, the Silver Star. When this two relics become one, the dreaded curse that this blood creates converts. Giving it the power to undo any curse on a treasure bestowed by this vile water.
Be careful, as you will be the last Nimmiken to hold such a jewel. A jewel that orginated before time, and which lies in a sapphire cave across the ocean. Take care of it, and let no one but you grasp it. For we are cursed with holding this artifact forever, anyone else shall suffer greatly and pay the penalty of improbable death.
I wish you well to your life that is ahead you. I will always love you my grand daughter. Good bye Aaria, we shall meet in a another world.
Aaria felt the star with her smooth palms as she read the last thing on the letter: From your Grandfather.
Life had not been good to her. Her last blood was about to pass away and she was left with nothing but grief and this stone. Aaria hoped that this pendant would change her nonexistent luck. She dismissed her maid and on her bed she silently wept for a large portion of the night.
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Elizabeth felt bad for Aaria. Not only did Norrington leave her, he may not even really love her. She had to tell someone.
"Something the matter?" Miss Swann breathed out a sigh of relief. Will always knew when she wanted something.
"I feel terrible for Aaria, finance of Norrington." She said it dramatically. "Not only has her future husband left, their love may be false."
"Why do you worry so much?" The blacksmith didn't see why his lady would be so concerned for this.
"I've met with her. She's too kind to be discarded."
"Maybe Norrington does love her."
"I hope so."
"Well I hope you don't doubt our bond." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gently pulled Elizabeth closer.
She smile arrogantly, "Never." Their lips closed in.
The governor cleared his throat. "No fooling around till marriage. Understand." The couple exasperatingly let go of each other, disappointed obvious in their expression. "Come Elizabeth, it's late."
She followed her father. Turning once more to say farewell to the boy who stood there alone. "Good bye."
"Good bye!" Turner hollered. "Elizabeth." He whispered.
Quite a distance from William, Elizabeth's father began to speak once more. "What do you see in him?"
"Pardon." She wanted to clarify her father's question.
"He's just a blacksmith. I must say Elizabeth, I am not too happy with your decision." He sounded serious.
"William is sweet, brave and he knows when I want something. He's great father, and I want no one else." She said sternly, ready to oppose whatever her father said.
"I still want you to consider Sir Norrington. His caliber is much higher than this fool boy you have chosen…" The governor was interrupted.
"You're not forcing a nuptial are you?" The girl questioned with rage.
He became angry at the disrespect his daughter gave him. "You will not talk to your father like that. And yes, I am highly considering it. I want my daughter to have the best."
"You had better not think that I would want anyone but William Turner." With those words said, Elizabeth hastily walked passed her father.
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Now the legendary pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow, sailed high through the waving, but tamed ocean. No land in sight, no ship close by, no birds to feast on. Ever since the curse was broken, there seemed to be no other adventure in the sea, accept for the unpredictable ocean that the Black pearl had conquered countless time.
The leader sighed, "No no no! You've got it all wrong, all of you. Listen carefully and follow your captain. "It's drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me, savvy? Now you." With his fingers Jack gestured for them to sing.
"We're revils and black ship and reary bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Ho ho ha ha!" The crew laughed, too drunk to concentrate on anything.
The captain shook his head.
"C'mon Jack, you've gone a'most fifteen minutes without rum! Come join us." Gibbs offered as he lured pirate with his over filled mug, which spilled rum.
"You're right, it's been far too long." Soon enough he was just as drunk as his crew if not more.
The captain wished for some adventure, something to bring the life out of his life again. He needed it, with his crew getting drunk everyday, comsuming the rum he origianlly planned to have for himself. Maybe battle with another pirate ship, but he would easily crush them. Or maybe find a way to break the curse of Cortés's gold. Anything, he swore, that came up he will do.
"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" They all sang like the drunkards they were, clashing their mugs as they gulped the vile drink; not knowing their ship sailed aimlessly in the sea.
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Choiler: Well, I know it doesn't so great, but it will! I promise. Yes it is a Jack OC fic. Please review and I'll repay by reading your story. Thank you so much for reading and God bless you. Good day or night!
I won't delete this story if I get one review, but I will continue only if I get three. Remember it's only the beginning...
Thank you again!
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Choiler: Hello! My first fiction out of Anime. *breathes* It's my second fiction over all. Okay, I'm just another obsessed chick who loves Captain Jack Sparrow and Johnny Depp! (And of course Marik as well) He's just too sexy, to be just be classified as sexy. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Sparro…*cough* I mean Pirates of the Caribbean.
Note: I'm going to use Canadian grammar, cause I'm Canadian (actually I was born in America ;_;)and it's based on British grammar.^^
Note2: This going to be a bit shifty, cause I have to set everything in place. Hope you don't mind!
__________________________
Prologue: An Old Enemy returns
__________________________
The pirate dressed monkey crawled on top the gold chest. With its greedy eyes looked on the Aztec gold that had given him a curse that he was now free from. As if being forced, the ape quickly took grasp of one of the many jewels. He could feel the change of his body that he felt long ago.
Jack hopped to the fallen pirate, Captain Barbossa, and tickled his face with the coin. Soon enough dropping the relic right on mark where the captain had been shot, right on top of his heart. A strange wave swept the cave, sending jolts down the monkey's spine and in Barabossa's.
Few minutes passed, and Jack still stood beside the captain, who didn't lie on the ground, but stood triumphantly, as if being alive, which he now was. With his right hand he groped his chest. Without any grimace he pulled out the bullet an old foe had been saving for him. He threw away.
"Thank you Jack. I feel much better alive again."
_________________2 years later...
Lieutenant Norrington straightened his gray wig, fastened his gold buttons and with his sturdy expression, began to exit his room. Just two days ago, the honoured man was requested to defend a colony in the 'Promised Land,' which lied over seas. New England they called the new territory and being the patriotic man he was, Norrington accepted his country's request.
When he passed the door, he walked with the governor who stood there waiting, "Good morning sir, how is your lovely daughter, Elizabeth?" The soldier began.
"She is fine, lieutenant." The aging man could see his grief. "You still care for her don't you?" He didn't answer. "You know Norrington, though I will try with all my power to convince my daughter to change her mind, you still have a lovely finance."
"True, but I will hold my feelings for her if Elizabeth changes her mind for the better."
"Of course, well here's is your lovely lady." Swann, with his hands, guided him to Norrington's future soul mate.
"Good morning Governor," The girl bowed, "and you too, lieutenant." With her pale red lips she lightly smiled.
"You look lovely today, Aaria." He gently lifted her gloved right arm and like a gentleman kissed it.
Elizabeth and Will Turner stood side by side, waiting to greet him as well. He took one step to the left of Aaria and stood face to face with the woman he once and still loved. "You do too, my lady."
"Hush sir, this is a day to honor your vow." Elizabeth replied.
"No need for the flattery, my lady. A fair woman like you deserves everyman's attention." Elizabeth glanced at the girl beside her, she could see her jealousy. Norrington to note, "Just like my ever so beautiful finance. Have you met her?"
"Of course, she is charming I can see. We have talked many times." The governor's daughter smiled at her, Aaria blushed.
The lieutenant compared the two maidens as they stood beside each other. To Norrington, Elizabeth was more beautiful. Aaria's brownish-blonde hair was nice, but Turner's lady was much more enjoyable to see. About the same in height, Elizabeth seemed taller though, and was far more hygienic and sophisticated than his future wedded wife.
He turned to the black smith. "And you Will Turner, well good day to you. Take care of Elizabeth for me."
"I shall."
"Well, I should be heading to the ceremony, now. I'll meet you all there."
_________________
"So to lieutenant Norrington, we wish you a safe trip across the grand ocean. You, sir will always be remembered as a brave man of honour, here in England." Applause swept through the dock. The soldiers saluted the departing leader as he headed towards the ship. He took his hat off his head when he passed Elizabeth and stopped when he saw Aaria.
"My dear, I hope you forgive me for leaving. I will return." He was not too sincere, but he sounded as if he was.
"If not, I will come to you." She said sternly. He nodded and began to leave his country, saying good bye with his heart.
_________________6 months passed...
"Oh why? Why did he have to leave me? Why hasn't he returned, it's been six months. I miss the man so much." Aaria wept on her bed as one of her maids comforted her.
"Sir Norrington will return soon my lady, I'm sure of it. Do not worry. Here, you received this today from your grandfather in Sweden." She handed the large package to her depressed mistress.
Aaria was British on her mother's side, her mother which passed away long ago because of coughing so often. Growing up in England along the filthy streets was harsh for ma. If not for her wealthy father, Aaria would have had to live like her mother did. She didn't understand though, they say that only a sin full person would get sick, but ma was a nice, gently lady. Her father was Swedish, a great man of honour, like Norrington. Died when a ship had attacked Port Royal two years ago, forcing Aaria to take the riches he had left behind.
She slowly but anxiously opened the parcel. The half-Swede got hold of the letter first. It read;
Dear grand daughter Aaria,
My time on this Earth this is passing quickly, and soon I can write no more letters, this will be my last one. You've grown to be a fine young lady, you remind of your father a lot. A sound memory. Before I leave though I have something to give, something most only know it as a legend and pirates have only heard of.
Our ancestors, Aaria, go all the way to the era where Vikings ruled the sea. They sailed everywhere, places not even the most daring pirate today would roam, land that Europe has only found today. Peter Masso Nimmiken, was a legendary leader of the greatest ship to be sailed by a Viking. The gold he found seemed infinite, but one treasure stood above the rest.
The cup of Vile Blood. This treasure is the reason why curses lie on the greatest gold and silver of time. In it lies the cursed blood, which creates curses. They say that the blood was the massacre of the great being from the underground fire.
Despite the horror that this cup brings, there is one benefit. Carved on the center of the cup is a shape of a star. Indented to fit one thing, the Silver Star. When this two relics become one, the dreaded curse that this blood creates converts. Giving it the power to undo any curse on a treasure bestowed by this vile water.
Be careful, as you will be the last Nimmiken to hold such a jewel. A jewel that orginated before time, and which lies in a sapphire cave across the ocean. Take care of it, and let no one but you grasp it. For we are cursed with holding this artifact forever, anyone else shall suffer greatly and pay the penalty of improbable death.
I wish you well to your life that is ahead you. I will always love you my grand daughter. Good bye Aaria, we shall meet in a another world.
Aaria felt the star with her smooth palms as she read the last thing on the letter: From your Grandfather.
Life had not been good to her. Her last blood was about to pass away and she was left with nothing but grief and this stone. Aaria hoped that this pendant would change her nonexistent luck. She dismissed her maid and on her bed she silently wept for a large portion of the night.
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Elizabeth felt bad for Aaria. Not only did Norrington leave her, he may not even really love her. She had to tell someone.
"Something the matter?" Miss Swann breathed out a sigh of relief. Will always knew when she wanted something.
"I feel terrible for Aaria, finance of Norrington." She said it dramatically. "Not only has her future husband left, their love may be false."
"Why do you worry so much?" The blacksmith didn't see why his lady would be so concerned for this.
"I've met with her. She's too kind to be discarded."
"Maybe Norrington does love her."
"I hope so."
"Well I hope you don't doubt our bond." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gently pulled Elizabeth closer.
She smile arrogantly, "Never." Their lips closed in.
The governor cleared his throat. "No fooling around till marriage. Understand." The couple exasperatingly let go of each other, disappointed obvious in their expression. "Come Elizabeth, it's late."
She followed her father. Turning once more to say farewell to the boy who stood there alone. "Good bye."
"Good bye!" Turner hollered. "Elizabeth." He whispered.
Quite a distance from William, Elizabeth's father began to speak once more. "What do you see in him?"
"Pardon." She wanted to clarify her father's question.
"He's just a blacksmith. I must say Elizabeth, I am not too happy with your decision." He sounded serious.
"William is sweet, brave and he knows when I want something. He's great father, and I want no one else." She said sternly, ready to oppose whatever her father said.
"I still want you to consider Sir Norrington. His caliber is much higher than this fool boy you have chosen…" The governor was interrupted.
"You're not forcing a nuptial are you?" The girl questioned with rage.
He became angry at the disrespect his daughter gave him. "You will not talk to your father like that. And yes, I am highly considering it. I want my daughter to have the best."
"You had better not think that I would want anyone but William Turner." With those words said, Elizabeth hastily walked passed her father.
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Now the legendary pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow, sailed high through the waving, but tamed ocean. No land in sight, no ship close by, no birds to feast on. Ever since the curse was broken, there seemed to be no other adventure in the sea, accept for the unpredictable ocean that the Black pearl had conquered countless time.
The leader sighed, "No no no! You've got it all wrong, all of you. Listen carefully and follow your captain. "It's drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me, savvy? Now you." With his fingers Jack gestured for them to sing.
"We're revils and black ship and reary bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Ho ho ha ha!" The crew laughed, too drunk to concentrate on anything.
The captain shook his head.
"C'mon Jack, you've gone a'most fifteen minutes without rum! Come join us." Gibbs offered as he lured pirate with his over filled mug, which spilled rum.
"You're right, it's been far too long." Soon enough he was just as drunk as his crew if not more.
The captain wished for some adventure, something to bring the life out of his life again. He needed it, with his crew getting drunk everyday, comsuming the rum he origianlly planned to have for himself. Maybe battle with another pirate ship, but he would easily crush them. Or maybe find a way to break the curse of Cortés's gold. Anything, he swore, that came up he will do.
"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" They all sang like the drunkards they were, clashing their mugs as they gulped the vile drink; not knowing their ship sailed aimlessly in the sea.
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Choiler: Well, I know it doesn't so great, but it will! I promise. Yes it is a Jack OC fic. Please review and I'll repay by reading your story. Thank you so much for reading and God bless you. Good day or night!
I won't delete this story if I get one review, but I will continue only if I get three. Remember it's only the beginning...
Thank you again!
v Review below v