Sorry for not updating for so long! XP I needed a break from writing
fanfics for a while, but I'll start updating again now. ^^ Also, I've
decided to change the plot a little. Anyways, I promise that this chappy
will be a little longer than usual, as a result. *flings Liz plushies at
reviewers* Enjoy! ^~
(Did anyone else get any PotC stuffies for Christmas? I've got the movie and have watched it at least five times now ^~.)
*Special note-You know what's really weird? I traced back my ancestry, and found out I'm actually related to a pirate. His name was Captain James Cook. From my father's side of the family. They're from New Zealand, or something like like. Just thought I'd share that with ya'll pirate people. :P
Chapter 5-Setting Sail for Tortuga
Jack awoke to the sound of the ceaseless crashing of waves on the rocks below. He sat up, unaware of when he had fallen asleep the night before. He squinted he eyes, focusing on the far back of the room. The sunshine lit up the basement through a window, just large enough to crawl out of, near the very top of the wall. The pirate captain shook his head with a little chuckle, and made his way to the back of the room.
When he had reached the window, Jack flung himself into the air in hopes of reaching the window, and fell back down on the hard ground while knocking over several bottles of what appeared to be...
"Rum," Jack grinned to himself, sniffing the air with pure delight.
He looked down and behind him to find at least a dozen bottles of assorted wine, rum, and beer. He laughed at the irony of it all, and helped himself to a bottle before looking back up at the window again. Once again, he threw himself at the window-this time successfully. He slid it up and open, and, this time, gracefully dropped himself back to the floor. He took each one of the bottles and, in turn, dropped them each out of the window. Thirdly, after searching the room for a good five minutes, he found a large basket, and threw that too out of the window. Finally, he himself crawled out of the window and fell with a quiet thud no more than three feet outside on the grass. He quickly recovered himself and stood up.
"Ahhh," Jack breathed, stretching his arms as far as they would go, "The air is fresh, the pirate is free, the rum is plenty-" Jack stared off into the distance, at the sea's horizon, "And I think it's time for a little adventure."
With the stealth of a jaguar and the repose of a pirate, Jack moved his way down the hill, through the town, and onto the shore. Almost at once he spotted a "suitable" boat. It was a small sailing boat, large enough for about three or four people. It stood on the very far right side of the shore on an unoccupied dock. On the side or the boat bore the name "De Veras Loco" in worn out lettering.
"That'll have to do," Jack told himself, "For now."
Jack ran his way over to the boat, managing not to be seen, and walked aboard the De Veras Loco.
"Tortuga," he smirked, "Here comes Jack."
~*Sunset at the Turner House*~
Elizabeth knocked sharply at the basement door.
"Jack," she spoke in a voice filled with remorse, "Will and I truly didn't want to do this to you. We're just looking out for you, we care for you. We thought that this was the only way. But....you know, if you think that this is the wrong thing-to lock you up like this-we can let you out. We can think of another way." Elizabeth paused and waited for a response. "...Jack? Jack, are you listening?" Elizabeth sighed to herself and opened the basement door with the key.
"Jack, we're only-", Elizabeth stopped in her sentence, seeing that the room was without the pirate captain. She shook her head as she caught sight of the open window.
Will came up behind Elizabeth and smiled to himself. "There's Jack for you."
"We've got to go after him, Will," Elizabeth proposed at once. She turned around and faced him with a serious and determined face.
"Go after Jack, Elizabeth?" Will scoffed.
"He's...grown on me," Elizabeth admitted, "You know how Jack is-once you go Jack you can't go back."
Will stared at Elizabeth with a sudden face of pure shock. It was just priceless, thought Elizabeth.
"I-I mean," Elizabeth stuttered, "I mean, I didn't mean it in that way."
Will recollected himself. "I know. And I agree. It is certainly in our best interest to find Jack and bring him back home."
Elizabeth stared into Will's eyes, giving him a silent 'thank you, I knew I could count on you'.
"And that's exactly what we will do, I promise you that."
"But where, Will, shall we search first?" Elizabeth inquired."
"The one place in the world Jack calls 'home'," Will grinned, "Tortuga."
~*Meanwhile*~
"Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me," Jack mumbled, fumbling around with his broken compass, "We pilage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, drink up me 'earties, yo ho..." Jack looked at the dozen empty bottles of rum drunk earlier that evening. "There will be plenty more where that came from in Tortuga."
From the far distance, Jack caught sight of the vibrant city lights of Tortuga, could almost hear the crazed screams of the drunk, and smell the fresh dizzying scent of rum.
"City of the damned," Jack grinned, "And my home."
In a short while, Jack was at shore of his old home. He tied up his boat with haste and walked to the end of the dock. Before taking another step, a tall blonde-haired woman with silvery grey eyes approached him.
"Isabelle," Jack walked toward her with welcoming arms.
Before Jack could react, he received a sharp smack to his cheek. Isabelle walked off with her head held high, as if winning a battle.
"I've barely walked ashore, and already the ladies are hitting on me," Jack said to himself solemnly, "Quite literally."
~*Back at the Turner's House*~
"We set sail tonight," Will said, walking briskly down the stairs and into the foyer.
"Tonight!?" Elizabeth protested, "Now? But it's dark outside, Will."
"That's the point, we need no one to see us take leave," Will confirmed, and faced Elizabeth, "There's no need to worry, Elizabeth." Will's arms slipped around Elizabeth reassuringly. "I promise you that-"
"Oh my," Elizabeth's father, very abruptly walked into the room, "I'm not quite sure if this is the time and place for that." A brief awkward silence filled the room before he walked out again.
Will and Elizabeth both looked at each other again, each suppressing laughs.
"Alright, Will," Elizabeth smiled, "I believe in you."
"And I, you," Will smiled back.
It was a long hour until Will and Elizabeth set sail. Their ship was a small one, a fishing boat. It rocked back and forth continuously among the waves, making Elizabeth slightly nauseous.
"We should be there by sunrise," Will told her, "Who knows what sort of trouble Jack may have cooked up by then."
Elizabeth stood up, her hand resting on the sail.
"Tortuga?" Elizabeth looked at Will.
"Tortuga," he answered.
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~*Fin*~
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Hope you all liked this chapter! The story is really starting to set sail now (ignore the bad pun), and it's about time. I wrote it at midnight, so I have no clue how good it is right now. I promise to update the next chapter much earlier than I did this one. Anyways, parrots go to all people who review this chapter. =3
(Did anyone else get any PotC stuffies for Christmas? I've got the movie and have watched it at least five times now ^~.)
*Special note-You know what's really weird? I traced back my ancestry, and found out I'm actually related to a pirate. His name was Captain James Cook. From my father's side of the family. They're from New Zealand, or something like like. Just thought I'd share that with ya'll pirate people. :P
Chapter 5-Setting Sail for Tortuga
Jack awoke to the sound of the ceaseless crashing of waves on the rocks below. He sat up, unaware of when he had fallen asleep the night before. He squinted he eyes, focusing on the far back of the room. The sunshine lit up the basement through a window, just large enough to crawl out of, near the very top of the wall. The pirate captain shook his head with a little chuckle, and made his way to the back of the room.
When he had reached the window, Jack flung himself into the air in hopes of reaching the window, and fell back down on the hard ground while knocking over several bottles of what appeared to be...
"Rum," Jack grinned to himself, sniffing the air with pure delight.
He looked down and behind him to find at least a dozen bottles of assorted wine, rum, and beer. He laughed at the irony of it all, and helped himself to a bottle before looking back up at the window again. Once again, he threw himself at the window-this time successfully. He slid it up and open, and, this time, gracefully dropped himself back to the floor. He took each one of the bottles and, in turn, dropped them each out of the window. Thirdly, after searching the room for a good five minutes, he found a large basket, and threw that too out of the window. Finally, he himself crawled out of the window and fell with a quiet thud no more than three feet outside on the grass. He quickly recovered himself and stood up.
"Ahhh," Jack breathed, stretching his arms as far as they would go, "The air is fresh, the pirate is free, the rum is plenty-" Jack stared off into the distance, at the sea's horizon, "And I think it's time for a little adventure."
With the stealth of a jaguar and the repose of a pirate, Jack moved his way down the hill, through the town, and onto the shore. Almost at once he spotted a "suitable" boat. It was a small sailing boat, large enough for about three or four people. It stood on the very far right side of the shore on an unoccupied dock. On the side or the boat bore the name "De Veras Loco" in worn out lettering.
"That'll have to do," Jack told himself, "For now."
Jack ran his way over to the boat, managing not to be seen, and walked aboard the De Veras Loco.
"Tortuga," he smirked, "Here comes Jack."
~*Sunset at the Turner House*~
Elizabeth knocked sharply at the basement door.
"Jack," she spoke in a voice filled with remorse, "Will and I truly didn't want to do this to you. We're just looking out for you, we care for you. We thought that this was the only way. But....you know, if you think that this is the wrong thing-to lock you up like this-we can let you out. We can think of another way." Elizabeth paused and waited for a response. "...Jack? Jack, are you listening?" Elizabeth sighed to herself and opened the basement door with the key.
"Jack, we're only-", Elizabeth stopped in her sentence, seeing that the room was without the pirate captain. She shook her head as she caught sight of the open window.
Will came up behind Elizabeth and smiled to himself. "There's Jack for you."
"We've got to go after him, Will," Elizabeth proposed at once. She turned around and faced him with a serious and determined face.
"Go after Jack, Elizabeth?" Will scoffed.
"He's...grown on me," Elizabeth admitted, "You know how Jack is-once you go Jack you can't go back."
Will stared at Elizabeth with a sudden face of pure shock. It was just priceless, thought Elizabeth.
"I-I mean," Elizabeth stuttered, "I mean, I didn't mean it in that way."
Will recollected himself. "I know. And I agree. It is certainly in our best interest to find Jack and bring him back home."
Elizabeth stared into Will's eyes, giving him a silent 'thank you, I knew I could count on you'.
"And that's exactly what we will do, I promise you that."
"But where, Will, shall we search first?" Elizabeth inquired."
"The one place in the world Jack calls 'home'," Will grinned, "Tortuga."
~*Meanwhile*~
"Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me," Jack mumbled, fumbling around with his broken compass, "We pilage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, drink up me 'earties, yo ho..." Jack looked at the dozen empty bottles of rum drunk earlier that evening. "There will be plenty more where that came from in Tortuga."
From the far distance, Jack caught sight of the vibrant city lights of Tortuga, could almost hear the crazed screams of the drunk, and smell the fresh dizzying scent of rum.
"City of the damned," Jack grinned, "And my home."
In a short while, Jack was at shore of his old home. He tied up his boat with haste and walked to the end of the dock. Before taking another step, a tall blonde-haired woman with silvery grey eyes approached him.
"Isabelle," Jack walked toward her with welcoming arms.
Before Jack could react, he received a sharp smack to his cheek. Isabelle walked off with her head held high, as if winning a battle.
"I've barely walked ashore, and already the ladies are hitting on me," Jack said to himself solemnly, "Quite literally."
~*Back at the Turner's House*~
"We set sail tonight," Will said, walking briskly down the stairs and into the foyer.
"Tonight!?" Elizabeth protested, "Now? But it's dark outside, Will."
"That's the point, we need no one to see us take leave," Will confirmed, and faced Elizabeth, "There's no need to worry, Elizabeth." Will's arms slipped around Elizabeth reassuringly. "I promise you that-"
"Oh my," Elizabeth's father, very abruptly walked into the room, "I'm not quite sure if this is the time and place for that." A brief awkward silence filled the room before he walked out again.
Will and Elizabeth both looked at each other again, each suppressing laughs.
"Alright, Will," Elizabeth smiled, "I believe in you."
"And I, you," Will smiled back.
It was a long hour until Will and Elizabeth set sail. Their ship was a small one, a fishing boat. It rocked back and forth continuously among the waves, making Elizabeth slightly nauseous.
"We should be there by sunrise," Will told her, "Who knows what sort of trouble Jack may have cooked up by then."
Elizabeth stood up, her hand resting on the sail.
"Tortuga?" Elizabeth looked at Will.
"Tortuga," he answered.
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~*Fin*~
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Hope you all liked this chapter! The story is really starting to set sail now (ignore the bad pun), and it's about time. I wrote it at midnight, so I have no clue how good it is right now. I promise to update the next chapter much earlier than I did this one. Anyways, parrots go to all people who review this chapter. =3