Disclaimer- I don't own POTC, any characters, events, settings, or plots
from it.
By the way, despite the fact that the evil Captain is dead, there is still
a plot to the story. Read on!
Will smelled the disgusting, repulsive stench of Tortuga nearly the second he stepped foot out of the rowboat. He offered Sorrie his hand. She looked up into his eyes trustingly and let him pull her out. She clutched the bundle of supplies tight to her chest. Will looked around awkwardly. He wasn't used to having an extra life to take care of. Sorrie suddenly staggered backwards, overcome with tiredness. She had stumbled back into the water, dropping the bundle. Giving a squeak of surprise, she scrambled after them, as they floated away out to sea again, she swam after them, eventually grabbing them and wading out of the water, soaked to the bone. Will eyed her in surprise. She gave him a watery smile.
"I'm all right. Little cold." He nodded, leading her towards the raucous calls and jeers that colored the inner city. He could smell the rum from the beach, the over sweet, pungent smell. Will could remember Jack leading him down the streets and leading him into the Faithful Bride, that fateful pub. Hesitantly Will place his arm around Sorrie's shoulders.
"Come. We'll find a place where you can warm yourself." He said. She came obediently. They entered the Faithful Bride and sat around the hearth, Sorrie sitting on the floor close to the fire. A disheveled looking barmaid came over in a hurry. She nudged Will, giggling. He looked away in distaste.
"So what'll it be?" She asked him, edging ever closer. Will leaned over and tapped Sorrie.
"Go ahead." He told her, wanting her to order first, just to see if they served something other than rum. The barmaid scowled and reached down, roughly grabbing Sorrie's wrist and yanking her to her feet.
"Ya' want me to take her somewhere she'd be more at home?" Asked the barmaid. "Such as the Red Indian?" Will was taken aback. The Red Indian was one of many whore houses on Tortuga. He jumped to his feet to defend Sorrie and her honor.
"She is no whore, release her!" He snarled, whipping out his sword, knocking over his chair in his haste. Again the entire bar was looking at him. The barmaid looked amazed and released Sorrie's wrist. Will glanced at Sorrie. He expected her to look ashamed and perhaps irritated, maybe even haughty, but certainly not the cold expression on her face. What surprised him most was the small knife she had in her hand, which was now pressed up against the barmaid's throat.
"Ye'll not touch me, understood?" Snapped Sorrie, finally tucking away her knife. The barmaid nodded and took a step back. Finally, the bar settled back into it's state of disarray.
"I'll take a pitched of rum." Sorrie demanded of the barmaid, sinking back down to her place in front of the fire, wringing out her wet hair. Will settled down slowly, sheathing his sword again.
"Is there anything else besides rum?" Will asked. The woman stared at him, her mud colored eyes staring back at him, nearly bursting out of her head.
"What?" She asked. He sighed.
"What does this place serve beside's rum?" He asked once more. The barmaid continued to stare.
"What?" He repeated his question for the third time.
"Why?" She asked incredulously. With a frustrated exhale, Will growled,
"Make that 2 pitchers of rum." The barmaid, satisfied, swaggered away. Will sighed and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. Suddenly he slammed it down on the table beside him.
"Damn Jack, where are you?" He asked angrily to open air. Sorrie looked on with a sorrowful face.
"Jack? That'd be Jack Sparrow ye be lookin' for?" Drawled a voice. Will looked up, surprised.
"Captain Sparrow, yes. I'm searching for him. What do you know?" Will asked, motioning for the man to sit. The man sat in silence, contemplating.
"Depends." The mystery man studied his hands.
"I'll buy you a pitcher of rum." Will bargained. The man smiled, revealing rotting, brown feet.
"Done."
Jack was waving the rum in the air, making sure he kept one hand glued to the helm.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da, da dum da dada da dum!" He lazily sang the tune to his favorite song. Elizabeth rushed to the front of the boat, balancing on the prow (pointy thing on the front of the boat.am I right?) and pointing into the distance.
"Jack! It's Tortuga! Jack! It's Tortuga! Look! Faster! Go faster!" She called excitedly. The though of seeing Will put adrenaline into her veins and made her head and heart light.
"That girl is crazy." Remarked Anna Maria to Jack. Jack stood back admirably, sweeping his hat off his head and over his heart.
"Rum produces that effect. It's ta' be admired." Jack said seriously, finally putting his hat on again after a revered silence. Elizabeth let go of the rope she was holding on for balance and waved her arms.
"I can see it! There's the coast!" She yelled happily. Suddenly, she began to fall. She screamed during the descent. There was a loud splash as she hit the water. Everyone looked to Jack, stopping what they were doing and staring at him. He rolled his eyes and glared back.
"What?" He asked. They all shrugged and averted their eyes. Jack sighed.
"Oh bloody crew." Jack threw down the rum, his hat, and his jacket then ran to the edge of the ship and dove off. The water was cool and refreshing, Jack managed to open his eyes and look around. There was Elizabeth, struggling to reach the surface. Jack quickly swam over, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up. They broke the surface, Elizabeth gasping, sucking air into her lungs. The wake of the Pearl was making it difficult to stay above the surface. Jack saw a rope dangling down from the Pearl. He swam towards it, waves smashing in his face, Elizabeth dragged behind him. Finally, he grabbed the rope.
"Hold on, luv." Jack ordered. The rope was being pulled up. Elizabeth clung to Jack's neck. Her panic increased as they were raised in the air.
"Jack I'm slipping!" Elizabeth said, panicking. She was fighting to keep her calm and push down panic. Jack grabbed onto her with one hand.
"Then ya better hang on Liz, cuz I can't hold on to ya, savvy?" He growled. Luckily, Elizabeth managed to hold on until they spilled onto the deck. Elizabeth hacked water out of her lungs. Anna Maria offered her hand to Jack.
"We're pulling into the bay, Captain." She informed Jack, hoisting him to his feet. He grinned, hurrying up to the helm.
"Told you, never a dull moment round Tortuga!"
Will smelled the disgusting, repulsive stench of Tortuga nearly the second he stepped foot out of the rowboat. He offered Sorrie his hand. She looked up into his eyes trustingly and let him pull her out. She clutched the bundle of supplies tight to her chest. Will looked around awkwardly. He wasn't used to having an extra life to take care of. Sorrie suddenly staggered backwards, overcome with tiredness. She had stumbled back into the water, dropping the bundle. Giving a squeak of surprise, she scrambled after them, as they floated away out to sea again, she swam after them, eventually grabbing them and wading out of the water, soaked to the bone. Will eyed her in surprise. She gave him a watery smile.
"I'm all right. Little cold." He nodded, leading her towards the raucous calls and jeers that colored the inner city. He could smell the rum from the beach, the over sweet, pungent smell. Will could remember Jack leading him down the streets and leading him into the Faithful Bride, that fateful pub. Hesitantly Will place his arm around Sorrie's shoulders.
"Come. We'll find a place where you can warm yourself." He said. She came obediently. They entered the Faithful Bride and sat around the hearth, Sorrie sitting on the floor close to the fire. A disheveled looking barmaid came over in a hurry. She nudged Will, giggling. He looked away in distaste.
"So what'll it be?" She asked him, edging ever closer. Will leaned over and tapped Sorrie.
"Go ahead." He told her, wanting her to order first, just to see if they served something other than rum. The barmaid scowled and reached down, roughly grabbing Sorrie's wrist and yanking her to her feet.
"Ya' want me to take her somewhere she'd be more at home?" Asked the barmaid. "Such as the Red Indian?" Will was taken aback. The Red Indian was one of many whore houses on Tortuga. He jumped to his feet to defend Sorrie and her honor.
"She is no whore, release her!" He snarled, whipping out his sword, knocking over his chair in his haste. Again the entire bar was looking at him. The barmaid looked amazed and released Sorrie's wrist. Will glanced at Sorrie. He expected her to look ashamed and perhaps irritated, maybe even haughty, but certainly not the cold expression on her face. What surprised him most was the small knife she had in her hand, which was now pressed up against the barmaid's throat.
"Ye'll not touch me, understood?" Snapped Sorrie, finally tucking away her knife. The barmaid nodded and took a step back. Finally, the bar settled back into it's state of disarray.
"I'll take a pitched of rum." Sorrie demanded of the barmaid, sinking back down to her place in front of the fire, wringing out her wet hair. Will settled down slowly, sheathing his sword again.
"Is there anything else besides rum?" Will asked. The woman stared at him, her mud colored eyes staring back at him, nearly bursting out of her head.
"What?" She asked. He sighed.
"What does this place serve beside's rum?" He asked once more. The barmaid continued to stare.
"What?" He repeated his question for the third time.
"Why?" She asked incredulously. With a frustrated exhale, Will growled,
"Make that 2 pitchers of rum." The barmaid, satisfied, swaggered away. Will sighed and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. Suddenly he slammed it down on the table beside him.
"Damn Jack, where are you?" He asked angrily to open air. Sorrie looked on with a sorrowful face.
"Jack? That'd be Jack Sparrow ye be lookin' for?" Drawled a voice. Will looked up, surprised.
"Captain Sparrow, yes. I'm searching for him. What do you know?" Will asked, motioning for the man to sit. The man sat in silence, contemplating.
"Depends." The mystery man studied his hands.
"I'll buy you a pitcher of rum." Will bargained. The man smiled, revealing rotting, brown feet.
"Done."
Jack was waving the rum in the air, making sure he kept one hand glued to the helm.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da, da dum da dada da dum!" He lazily sang the tune to his favorite song. Elizabeth rushed to the front of the boat, balancing on the prow (pointy thing on the front of the boat.am I right?) and pointing into the distance.
"Jack! It's Tortuga! Jack! It's Tortuga! Look! Faster! Go faster!" She called excitedly. The though of seeing Will put adrenaline into her veins and made her head and heart light.
"That girl is crazy." Remarked Anna Maria to Jack. Jack stood back admirably, sweeping his hat off his head and over his heart.
"Rum produces that effect. It's ta' be admired." Jack said seriously, finally putting his hat on again after a revered silence. Elizabeth let go of the rope she was holding on for balance and waved her arms.
"I can see it! There's the coast!" She yelled happily. Suddenly, she began to fall. She screamed during the descent. There was a loud splash as she hit the water. Everyone looked to Jack, stopping what they were doing and staring at him. He rolled his eyes and glared back.
"What?" He asked. They all shrugged and averted their eyes. Jack sighed.
"Oh bloody crew." Jack threw down the rum, his hat, and his jacket then ran to the edge of the ship and dove off. The water was cool and refreshing, Jack managed to open his eyes and look around. There was Elizabeth, struggling to reach the surface. Jack quickly swam over, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up. They broke the surface, Elizabeth gasping, sucking air into her lungs. The wake of the Pearl was making it difficult to stay above the surface. Jack saw a rope dangling down from the Pearl. He swam towards it, waves smashing in his face, Elizabeth dragged behind him. Finally, he grabbed the rope.
"Hold on, luv." Jack ordered. The rope was being pulled up. Elizabeth clung to Jack's neck. Her panic increased as they were raised in the air.
"Jack I'm slipping!" Elizabeth said, panicking. She was fighting to keep her calm and push down panic. Jack grabbed onto her with one hand.
"Then ya better hang on Liz, cuz I can't hold on to ya, savvy?" He growled. Luckily, Elizabeth managed to hold on until they spilled onto the deck. Elizabeth hacked water out of her lungs. Anna Maria offered her hand to Jack.
"We're pulling into the bay, Captain." She informed Jack, hoisting him to his feet. He grinned, hurrying up to the helm.
"Told you, never a dull moment round Tortuga!"