AN: hope you like!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (that would be so cool, but I don't)
Will Turner leaned over the rail on the pier, breathing in the sharp smell of the salty seawater, feeling the wet breeze on his face. It was a fairly quiet day; no cargo ships had docked yet. The cry of seagulls filled the air, and the sounds of horses pulling carriages and the busy market floated over from behind him. All of the sudden, a sharp yell came from the dock. A group of soldiers cornered a person with long, unruly brown hair with six long braids decorating it. On the ends of each braid was a bead and a tarnished silver bell. He wore a dirty cream tunic and ragged leather vest, and tattered black trousers. "Well this is a rude welcome, considerin' all I wants," he said in a soothing, understanding tone, "is to talk to a Whale- no, no, Wall- no, that ain't it either." the soldiers looked dumbfounded as the man sat on a crate and thought. Jumping up and snapping his fingers, he cried out. "Ah, Will! Yeah, that's it. Will Turner. Sent here on important buisiness, y'know," he said with a wink. The soldiers started in once more. The pirate sighed and looked up. Seeing Will he grinned widely. "Oh, I suspect that's him!" Waving to the soldiers, he winked once more. "I'm sure I'll see more of you blokes later, although it's a certain unfortunality to all of us." A large soldier infront of her stopped, dumbfound. He shook and scratched his head.
"I never knew that was a word." The pirate grinned and, with a running start, bowled the soldier over.
"It's not, really. Tata, chaps!" Hooting, he grabbed a rope, kicked over the support, and flew upward. Unfortunately for the soldiers, a crate of lobsters that was being held up came crashing down on their heads. While the pirate landed next to Will, the soldiers yelped and howled in pain. He laughed loudly. "Ha! Better keep yer distance from a Sparrow next time, laddies!" Turning to Will, the pirate stuck out a hand, grinning. "So, I suspect yer Will Turner, am I right?" Will gasped in amazement. The pirate, whom he had thought was Jack, was not only someone else, but a woman! Not even a woman; she was about eighteen, he guessed. She had a great likeness of Captain Sparrow; she had both his cocky, carefree attitude and his deep brown eyes and ratty hair. She frowned. " Hello! I'm standing right infront of you, y'know. It would be mighty decent of you to at least nod in a greetin'!" He shook his head.
"Oh, sorry." Reaching out, he shook her hand.
She nodded. "Yeah, that's better. M'name's Tess, Tess Sparrow. M'uncle, Cap'n Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, said if he got into any bad bit o' trouble, I was to come to Port Regal- or was it Royal?" she said outloud. "Anyways, I was to come here an' get help from a Will Turner- that bein' yerself- cause, 'You is a good righteous soul, an' I got you outa that mess a year ago so you better get down here to help and old friend'," she quoted, her face solomn and eyes dancing. Will tried to stop grinning.
"So what kind of trouble are we talking about? Boat hijacked? Crew drunk?"
She grinned. "Nope. This ain't no game if Uncle Jack done sent me out, you can be assured. Y'see, I'm wanted in more countries than you can count on your fingers, an' since I'm all the family Jack's got- other than his crew- he ain't giving me up so easily." Will snorted and ran a hand through long, brown locks of hair. "I didn't know he was so attached to family."
The pirate girl winked broadly. " 'Course he's not! I just know about a certain somethin' that Jack's had on his mind for ages, and there's no way he can force it out of me. So, by keepin' an eye on me, he sees I'm not givin' it away to some other pirate who wants it."
He looked closer at Tess. "What is it?"
She began to speak, but a group of British soldiers began to come around the corner. She ducked behind Will and whispered, "Let's talk at another location, shall we?" Grabbing his arm, she pulled him into the shadows of an alley.
Will and Elizabeth were sitting down in their small living room, while Tess inspected the swords on the walls and talked. "So, Uncle Jack decides to go over to Capt'n Pete Toggs and starts bragging about the treasure, saying he's the one who knows where it was, only he didn't want all the other following and taking his loot. Of course, that didn't settle well with Toggs, so he took Uncle and the crew and threatened to tell the redcoats if he didn't give him the treasure, and since he didn't know where it was, my stupid relative has now gotten the entire crew in jail."
Elizabeth rubbed her forehead. "So let me guess; Captain Sparrow now wants us to come rescue him, am I right?"
Tess took one sword, flipped it into the air, then caught it by the hilt and spun around to face Elizabeth in a salute. "That is correct, Madam," she said with a grin. "But of course, Uncle has gotten himself in the jails of jails; it's some giant castle off the coast of western England."
"It's probably Lord Hart's castle. You know how much he hates pirates. Well, I do owe Jack a favor. I guess I can try to get them out."
"I'm coming," interrupted Elizabeth.
"An' ye can't forget me," added Tess.
Will sighed. "Alright, but we're going to have to do something about how you act and look though, Tess. You'll have to act proper."
"Right!" Tess agreed energetically while Elizabeth searched for something in the drawers of an old chest.
"Dress proper."
"Yeah!" Elizabeth pulled something out of the drawer.
"Look proper."
"Yeah!" Then she saw what Elizabeth was holding. A pair of silver scissors. She backed away, but Will grabbed her and held her still. "No, no, wait a minute there, Miss Turner, what are you going to do with those things? Hey, leave the braids alone! No! Stop it! I can be proper with long hair! Get- away-"
Two hours later.
"Tess, we're leaving!" Will called into the room.
"I'm not coming out!" came her muffled voice. "I look like a- a- a-"
"You look proper?"
"Yeah! I'm in disgrace!"
Will sighed. "Listen, do you want to get your uncle or not?"
A soft sigh was heard, then the door opened. Will was shocked by the difference. The unruly pirate girl looked like a quiet, obedient young woman. Her hair, that was now about four inches shorter, coming only a little past her shoulders, was curled, smoothed and pinned back, showing her clear complexion and enchanting eyes. Her dress was a light red, brown, and white pattern, and fit her perfectly. Around her neck was a golden key, and instead of large golden hoops, there were golden teardrops falling delicately from her earlobes. She rolled her eyes and the spell was broken. She was still her cocky, sarcastic self. "Can we please go now? I am thoroughly disgraced as it is." He smiled, and led to to the carriage where Elizabeth was already sitting. They set off to the castle, Tess still complaining. "These shoes hurt. How can you wear dresses every day? Ugh, I think I'm going to die before we get to the castle, you have to take how long in the morning to do your hair? I spend about a minute with mine."
"We could tell."
"Hey! You better watch it, or else I'll tell Uncle on you! How long until we get there, my bottom hurts..."
AN: Okay, I hope y'all liked it. If you didn't, oh well, not everyone cares.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (that would be so cool, but I don't)
Will Turner leaned over the rail on the pier, breathing in the sharp smell of the salty seawater, feeling the wet breeze on his face. It was a fairly quiet day; no cargo ships had docked yet. The cry of seagulls filled the air, and the sounds of horses pulling carriages and the busy market floated over from behind him. All of the sudden, a sharp yell came from the dock. A group of soldiers cornered a person with long, unruly brown hair with six long braids decorating it. On the ends of each braid was a bead and a tarnished silver bell. He wore a dirty cream tunic and ragged leather vest, and tattered black trousers. "Well this is a rude welcome, considerin' all I wants," he said in a soothing, understanding tone, "is to talk to a Whale- no, no, Wall- no, that ain't it either." the soldiers looked dumbfounded as the man sat on a crate and thought. Jumping up and snapping his fingers, he cried out. "Ah, Will! Yeah, that's it. Will Turner. Sent here on important buisiness, y'know," he said with a wink. The soldiers started in once more. The pirate sighed and looked up. Seeing Will he grinned widely. "Oh, I suspect that's him!" Waving to the soldiers, he winked once more. "I'm sure I'll see more of you blokes later, although it's a certain unfortunality to all of us." A large soldier infront of her stopped, dumbfound. He shook and scratched his head.
"I never knew that was a word." The pirate grinned and, with a running start, bowled the soldier over.
"It's not, really. Tata, chaps!" Hooting, he grabbed a rope, kicked over the support, and flew upward. Unfortunately for the soldiers, a crate of lobsters that was being held up came crashing down on their heads. While the pirate landed next to Will, the soldiers yelped and howled in pain. He laughed loudly. "Ha! Better keep yer distance from a Sparrow next time, laddies!" Turning to Will, the pirate stuck out a hand, grinning. "So, I suspect yer Will Turner, am I right?" Will gasped in amazement. The pirate, whom he had thought was Jack, was not only someone else, but a woman! Not even a woman; she was about eighteen, he guessed. She had a great likeness of Captain Sparrow; she had both his cocky, carefree attitude and his deep brown eyes and ratty hair. She frowned. " Hello! I'm standing right infront of you, y'know. It would be mighty decent of you to at least nod in a greetin'!" He shook his head.
"Oh, sorry." Reaching out, he shook her hand.
She nodded. "Yeah, that's better. M'name's Tess, Tess Sparrow. M'uncle, Cap'n Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, said if he got into any bad bit o' trouble, I was to come to Port Regal- or was it Royal?" she said outloud. "Anyways, I was to come here an' get help from a Will Turner- that bein' yerself- cause, 'You is a good righteous soul, an' I got you outa that mess a year ago so you better get down here to help and old friend'," she quoted, her face solomn and eyes dancing. Will tried to stop grinning.
"So what kind of trouble are we talking about? Boat hijacked? Crew drunk?"
She grinned. "Nope. This ain't no game if Uncle Jack done sent me out, you can be assured. Y'see, I'm wanted in more countries than you can count on your fingers, an' since I'm all the family Jack's got- other than his crew- he ain't giving me up so easily." Will snorted and ran a hand through long, brown locks of hair. "I didn't know he was so attached to family."
The pirate girl winked broadly. " 'Course he's not! I just know about a certain somethin' that Jack's had on his mind for ages, and there's no way he can force it out of me. So, by keepin' an eye on me, he sees I'm not givin' it away to some other pirate who wants it."
He looked closer at Tess. "What is it?"
She began to speak, but a group of British soldiers began to come around the corner. She ducked behind Will and whispered, "Let's talk at another location, shall we?" Grabbing his arm, she pulled him into the shadows of an alley.
Will and Elizabeth were sitting down in their small living room, while Tess inspected the swords on the walls and talked. "So, Uncle Jack decides to go over to Capt'n Pete Toggs and starts bragging about the treasure, saying he's the one who knows where it was, only he didn't want all the other following and taking his loot. Of course, that didn't settle well with Toggs, so he took Uncle and the crew and threatened to tell the redcoats if he didn't give him the treasure, and since he didn't know where it was, my stupid relative has now gotten the entire crew in jail."
Elizabeth rubbed her forehead. "So let me guess; Captain Sparrow now wants us to come rescue him, am I right?"
Tess took one sword, flipped it into the air, then caught it by the hilt and spun around to face Elizabeth in a salute. "That is correct, Madam," she said with a grin. "But of course, Uncle has gotten himself in the jails of jails; it's some giant castle off the coast of western England."
"It's probably Lord Hart's castle. You know how much he hates pirates. Well, I do owe Jack a favor. I guess I can try to get them out."
"I'm coming," interrupted Elizabeth.
"An' ye can't forget me," added Tess.
Will sighed. "Alright, but we're going to have to do something about how you act and look though, Tess. You'll have to act proper."
"Right!" Tess agreed energetically while Elizabeth searched for something in the drawers of an old chest.
"Dress proper."
"Yeah!" Elizabeth pulled something out of the drawer.
"Look proper."
"Yeah!" Then she saw what Elizabeth was holding. A pair of silver scissors. She backed away, but Will grabbed her and held her still. "No, no, wait a minute there, Miss Turner, what are you going to do with those things? Hey, leave the braids alone! No! Stop it! I can be proper with long hair! Get- away-"
Two hours later.
"Tess, we're leaving!" Will called into the room.
"I'm not coming out!" came her muffled voice. "I look like a- a- a-"
"You look proper?"
"Yeah! I'm in disgrace!"
Will sighed. "Listen, do you want to get your uncle or not?"
A soft sigh was heard, then the door opened. Will was shocked by the difference. The unruly pirate girl looked like a quiet, obedient young woman. Her hair, that was now about four inches shorter, coming only a little past her shoulders, was curled, smoothed and pinned back, showing her clear complexion and enchanting eyes. Her dress was a light red, brown, and white pattern, and fit her perfectly. Around her neck was a golden key, and instead of large golden hoops, there were golden teardrops falling delicately from her earlobes. She rolled her eyes and the spell was broken. She was still her cocky, sarcastic self. "Can we please go now? I am thoroughly disgraced as it is." He smiled, and led to to the carriage where Elizabeth was already sitting. They set off to the castle, Tess still complaining. "These shoes hurt. How can you wear dresses every day? Ugh, I think I'm going to die before we get to the castle, you have to take how long in the morning to do your hair? I spend about a minute with mine."
"We could tell."
"Hey! You better watch it, or else I'll tell Uncle on you! How long until we get there, my bottom hurts..."
AN: Okay, I hope y'all liked it. If you didn't, oh well, not everyone cares.