Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean nor do I own any of the
characters from it such as Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner, CAPTAIN Jack
Sparrow and so on. However I do love Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom ^_~*
Anyway, I do own the plot and idea of my story and some of the characters
not known from the movie. So on you go and my author's note will be at the
bottom for your viewing pleasure.
Rating: PG-13 Just like the movie, for violence (Sword fighting and such), language and some sexual content (Not much and not descriptive.)
Time Setting: After the movie takes place.
Now onto the story . . .
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"William Turner, this will be the third time this week that you have had to work earlier and end later!" Elizabeth Turner's voice rang out through the entire Turner house.
Will sighed and, with slumped shoulders, made his way over to his wife. They had been married no longer or less then four months and most of their time together had been spent arguing. They had argued over their share of petty things such as food, housing, furniture and such, but they had also had their share of arguing over important details such as their future, which wasn't look quite bright at the moment and they had argued over children and whether or not to have them. Elizabeth had been wanting children for the longest time; her mind had been set on having children the day after their wedding. Will, on the other hand, believed that they weren't quite ready to have children. In the mean time, Will had been working harder to supply the British navy with swords fit for the king, he had been arriving to the blacksmith shop at a bright 5 o'clock in the morning almost weekly and ending past 10 o'clock in the evening. It had began to get on Elizabeth's nerves, she had rarely seen her husband in almost a week.
"Elizabeth, please, don't start this again. You know as well as I that we need the money to be able to support a family in the future." Will tried to sooth his wife, but she would not have it.
"And our future, dear William, is not looking very bright." She lowered her eyes to him and turned her back on him. He placed a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shook off.
"You know that I detest arguing with you. If you see it like that then why did you marry me in the first place and not the commodore?" He replied, the tone in his voice a bit shaky. He raised an eyebrow questioning her.
"Well I . . .I thought I loved you." She said lowering her head a bit and looking at the ground, a tinge of sadness in her voice. She fiddled with a small golden triangle that clung to the end of a silver chain that hung around her neck.
"You thought?" He questioned her once more.
She turned around to face him, her eyes looking straight into his, "And now my mind has changed."
He stood shocked, not quite believing his ears, her mind had changed, she didn't love him anymore, how could that be? "Then I hate to see you suffer any longer being married to a mere blacksmith such as I. As of this moment we shall be divorced." His voice faltering a bit as the word 'divorce' left his mouth.
"Will, I'm sorry, maybe we can work it out, I doubt it has to be that drastic." Her mind seemed to panic, she pleaded with him.
"Elizabeth, you don't love me anymore, at least not as much as you used to, maybe we rushed things a bit after all we were married a week after Jack had escaped." Will pointed out, that day was embedded in the back of his mind, the day that Jack Sparrow had escaped. His dramatic speech had been interrupted by an unlucky tumble over the back of the wall, but he still managed to get away and the British navy had not been able to find him.
"Will, I do love you, can't you see? That's why I argue with you, I never see you. You are always working and if not working then resting and I dare not wake you," She felt her eyes sting with the salt of tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I wish it were as if Jack were back, he seemed to bring us closer than we are now."
"Maybe that was because one of us was always near the brink of death when with him." He felt a small chuckle form in the back of his throat. "Enough dwelling on past memories, we need to rest, we'll talk more of this in the morning. I shall sleep in the guest room for tonight."
Elizabeth sighed and kissed Will on the cheek before turning and making her way up the stairs and into their master bedroom. Will soon followed, but instead of following the hall straight into the largest bedroom in the house, he turned left into one of the four smaller guestrooms.
He unbuttoned his dusty brown vest that contained small patches of burn marks and folded it on a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt only half way and found the climate surrounding him too cold to leave a bare chest open to the air of the night and too warm to leave the shirt on. He slipped in between the covers of the bed and laid his head down upon the fluffy pillow behind him. He had just begun to shut his eyes when the windows on the opposite side of the room burst open from a force of wind. The chilling wind seemed to make the white translucent curtains tremble as the air rushed into the room. Will opened his eyes and shoved the covers back then made his way over to the windows. He grabbed both side of the windows and gazed out over the buildings and streets of Port Royal. He could barely make out the port; a misty fog had rolled in over the ocean and had blanketed the town as the night progressed. He sighed and began to shut the doors when two ships in the harbor caught his eye, one containing black and torn sails and the other looked remarkably like the Dauntless. Will shook his head once before looking back to the port only to find his vision obscured by the fog.
The Black Pearl is back? No, that couldn't be, Will thought to himself. If it were true that would mean that Jack was back and Jack never returned to the same port more than once with the exception of Tortuga. He turned around and made way to his bed, slipping under the covers and extinguishing the flame of the lamp. For a moment longer his eyes remained on the window and his thoughts remained on the Black Pearl before drifting off into a night of trouble dreams and restless slumber.
Rating: PG-13 Just like the movie, for violence (Sword fighting and such), language and some sexual content (Not much and not descriptive.)
Time Setting: After the movie takes place.
Now onto the story . . .
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"William Turner, this will be the third time this week that you have had to work earlier and end later!" Elizabeth Turner's voice rang out through the entire Turner house.
Will sighed and, with slumped shoulders, made his way over to his wife. They had been married no longer or less then four months and most of their time together had been spent arguing. They had argued over their share of petty things such as food, housing, furniture and such, but they had also had their share of arguing over important details such as their future, which wasn't look quite bright at the moment and they had argued over children and whether or not to have them. Elizabeth had been wanting children for the longest time; her mind had been set on having children the day after their wedding. Will, on the other hand, believed that they weren't quite ready to have children. In the mean time, Will had been working harder to supply the British navy with swords fit for the king, he had been arriving to the blacksmith shop at a bright 5 o'clock in the morning almost weekly and ending past 10 o'clock in the evening. It had began to get on Elizabeth's nerves, she had rarely seen her husband in almost a week.
"Elizabeth, please, don't start this again. You know as well as I that we need the money to be able to support a family in the future." Will tried to sooth his wife, but she would not have it.
"And our future, dear William, is not looking very bright." She lowered her eyes to him and turned her back on him. He placed a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shook off.
"You know that I detest arguing with you. If you see it like that then why did you marry me in the first place and not the commodore?" He replied, the tone in his voice a bit shaky. He raised an eyebrow questioning her.
"Well I . . .I thought I loved you." She said lowering her head a bit and looking at the ground, a tinge of sadness in her voice. She fiddled with a small golden triangle that clung to the end of a silver chain that hung around her neck.
"You thought?" He questioned her once more.
She turned around to face him, her eyes looking straight into his, "And now my mind has changed."
He stood shocked, not quite believing his ears, her mind had changed, she didn't love him anymore, how could that be? "Then I hate to see you suffer any longer being married to a mere blacksmith such as I. As of this moment we shall be divorced." His voice faltering a bit as the word 'divorce' left his mouth.
"Will, I'm sorry, maybe we can work it out, I doubt it has to be that drastic." Her mind seemed to panic, she pleaded with him.
"Elizabeth, you don't love me anymore, at least not as much as you used to, maybe we rushed things a bit after all we were married a week after Jack had escaped." Will pointed out, that day was embedded in the back of his mind, the day that Jack Sparrow had escaped. His dramatic speech had been interrupted by an unlucky tumble over the back of the wall, but he still managed to get away and the British navy had not been able to find him.
"Will, I do love you, can't you see? That's why I argue with you, I never see you. You are always working and if not working then resting and I dare not wake you," She felt her eyes sting with the salt of tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I wish it were as if Jack were back, he seemed to bring us closer than we are now."
"Maybe that was because one of us was always near the brink of death when with him." He felt a small chuckle form in the back of his throat. "Enough dwelling on past memories, we need to rest, we'll talk more of this in the morning. I shall sleep in the guest room for tonight."
Elizabeth sighed and kissed Will on the cheek before turning and making her way up the stairs and into their master bedroom. Will soon followed, but instead of following the hall straight into the largest bedroom in the house, he turned left into one of the four smaller guestrooms.
He unbuttoned his dusty brown vest that contained small patches of burn marks and folded it on a chair. He unbuttoned his shirt only half way and found the climate surrounding him too cold to leave a bare chest open to the air of the night and too warm to leave the shirt on. He slipped in between the covers of the bed and laid his head down upon the fluffy pillow behind him. He had just begun to shut his eyes when the windows on the opposite side of the room burst open from a force of wind. The chilling wind seemed to make the white translucent curtains tremble as the air rushed into the room. Will opened his eyes and shoved the covers back then made his way over to the windows. He grabbed both side of the windows and gazed out over the buildings and streets of Port Royal. He could barely make out the port; a misty fog had rolled in over the ocean and had blanketed the town as the night progressed. He sighed and began to shut the doors when two ships in the harbor caught his eye, one containing black and torn sails and the other looked remarkably like the Dauntless. Will shook his head once before looking back to the port only to find his vision obscured by the fog.
The Black Pearl is back? No, that couldn't be, Will thought to himself. If it were true that would mean that Jack was back and Jack never returned to the same port more than once with the exception of Tortuga. He turned around and made way to his bed, slipping under the covers and extinguishing the flame of the lamp. For a moment longer his eyes remained on the window and his thoughts remained on the Black Pearl before drifting off into a night of trouble dreams and restless slumber.