Disclaimer: oops, I didn't do one for the 2nd chapter...Well I have
nothing clever and witty to say so... don't own potc or anything/one from
it.
Author's note: I'm having a lot of fun writing this, but it is distracting me from all of the homework I have to finish before school starts (oh my) but that has never stopped me from doing anything and it won't now! By the way, I think I may try out some first person perspective today. Let me know if you like that or the mix between third person and omniscient that I am currently using. Oh yeah! And sorry about a couple of errors in chapter 2, I'll read things more closely from now on.
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All of Port Royale was at peace that night. Jack Sparrow sat alone in the corner of his cell; three-cornered hat tipped just enough to cover his coal- rimmed eyes. He halfway listened to a few other persistent prisoners' whistles and calls for that mangy mutt. The stupid dog held the jail keys in his mouth and had settled himself, just far enough to be out of reach. Jack yawned lazily, "You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move."
All of the prisoners turned toward him, with somewhat of a look of fear in their eyes. "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," said one of them. They all laughed after a moment, realizing that steal bars separated them from the pirate.
Jack grinned complacently as he flipped his hat atop his head and glanced at the shaggy animal. Indeed, the dog had settled himself there. Taunting the prisoners had to be his cruel form of entertainment. Perhaps the dog was female...Yes, Jack thought, that seemed a bit more fitting for a female; taunting men for her evening laugh.
Sniggering at his ridiculous thoughts, Jack stared out the window where his mind drifted to the events of the day, the events that put him in this hellhole. For a brief moment, his thoughts lingered on Ms. Elizabeth Swann. She was a brave woman, not even frightened of an armed pirate...but then again, neither was that other woman. Well, he didn't even know her name, but Will's sister (he would call her) was immensely courageous. That, or just stupid. With a pistol held to her brother's head, she had charged at Jack fearlessly. He sighed. It was rare to see such courageous characters, even among soldiers and men. Jack continued to gaze out the window, though not really looking at anything. Deep down, he would rather like to see those two again before the hanging. At least learn the one's name, and maybe thank Elizabeth. After all, it had been her who prevented him from being hung the first time. Little did Jack know, Elizabeth was a lot closer than he thought.
Not far from that very cell casement, was Elizabeth Swann's own bedroom windowpane. After a quaint conversation with her young maid, Elizabeth sat in her warm, safe bed as comfortable as one could be; yet the girl was discontented. Her heart longed for something else...someone else, but it was not Commodore Norrington. She knew that right now, he would be standing in converse with Captain Swann on top of the fort at that very peaceful moment.
Meanwhile, only a handful windows were alight on the street of Mr. Brown's shop, but Mr. Brown's just happened to be one of those few. He had gone out to the taverns hours ago, but the Turner siblings remained. With the entire hubbub, Will had not nearly completed the amount of work he needed to get done and he worked best at night anyway. Catalina sat on the nearby workbench, reading. Will had wanted to shut down shop for the night and stay at home with her, but Catalina put her foot down. The whole pirate issue (meeting the two women he cared about most) frightened him. It was not an option to let Catalina stay at home by herself. But she said that if he insisted on being with her, she would remain at the shop while he worked. He wouldn't lose customers on her behalf. It didn't matter. Catalina was content at the shop; she had her books, an interesting place to sit and the background noise of Will's hammer, banging rhythmically on swelteringly hot steal.
It was oddly calming. She liked noise; it was the silence of night that bothered her. Catalina had always felt this way. She had decided years ago that this had to be the result of her past. There was always something going on then. Always on a ship, always moving, never a quiet moment. That is until pirates raided their ship. Catalina remembered that day so vividly that she could still smell the gunpowder. Hear the gunshots and the high-pitched clang of steel on steel as swords met mid air. Cannons, screaming, pushing and the worst part, the pain of watching people die around her. Its something she could never forget, no matter how badly she tried. The whole experience was a nightmare, but She recalled every detail about it. Her and Will had jumped overboard together and found a big enough piece of driftwood for both of them to collapse on. And she remembered meeting Elizabeth, a bit more conscious then her brother, but nonetheless in more pain than she had or mostly likely ever would experience.
That memory, so vivid and terrible in her mind, was merely a cloud of confusion in Will's. All he remembered was waking on Governor Swann's ship and telling Elizabeth that his name was Will Turner.
After that, however, life was quiet and peaceful, and the regular human being would be happy with this. But not Catalina Turner. She wanted the movement, excitement, and the constant noise. Will's hammer stopped so abruptly that Catalina jumped. "Will? What is it, Will?" she asked. The silence that followed was deep and thick. "Will! Answer me!"
Will eased the window open, "I thought I heard something, but now its just...dead." He peered down the barren road as a black cat scampered through it. It was strange how such a beautiful day could become this ghastly, bleak night. A candle flickered out across the street and the wind whistled with an eerie air to it. It seemed almost like it was trying to speak. To give warning, but of what? In that instant, a huge cannon sounded and not two seconds later was the echo of it crashing brutally into brick. The once barren street seemed to be instantaneously filled with explosions and pirates.
Catalina ran to the front door, opened it to see a pirate run past. She slammed the heavy thing quickly. "Will, we have to get out of this shop."
Will grasped his sword in one hand, and secured an axe in his belt with the other. "You're right. Get out of here, and don't let anyone see you. Run to the fort."
Catalina rolled her eyes, but nodded anyway. Eyes lingering on her, Will sprinted out the front door. Catalina watched for a moment, but as soon as she could assure herself he wouldn't look back again, she picked up a sword. She turned the thing in her hand, noticing her reflection in the clean blade as it spun in a circle. Its hilt was of simple material, with no gold or precious gem encrustment, but it certainly was elegant. What a coincidence that I picked up this, Catalina thought. This happened to be her favorite, in particular, for its extraordinary hilt. Will had designed it for a sailor passing through Port Royal. But once he'd shown his sister, she begged and pleaded for him to let her keep it. It had scared Will that Catalina thought this carving on the hilt so beautiful, but nonetheless, he gave in. She continued to stare at it, halfway entranced by the beauty, but a crash outside brought her back to reality, where people were being killed outside the shelter of the dimly lit shop. Will didn't want her to be out there, fighting pirates and risking her life. But there was no way in hell Catalina Turner would let people she cared about be brutally slaughtered if there was anything she could do to prevent it. Leaning towards the slightly opened window, Catalina watched as hoards of screaming people rushed past. Pirates could be distinctly picked out for their dirt covered faces and crude weapons, and as soon as Catalina was almost positive the coast was clear of them, she eased out the front door. A cruel screaming, laugh echoed from nearby. With a jolt of fear, Catalina sprinted down to the adjoining road. She felt lost in her own home. Everything was different, from the cobbled stone paths to the small dwellings on either side of her, her comfortable world may as well have been turned upside down. Thus she decided to look for the only thing to be recognizable in this wreckage: faces.
It didn't take too long, for she looked two homes to her left and there was the mother of two young twins Catalina often watched. The mother was in her doorway, doing the best job she could to keep the pirates from getting to her 6 year old boys. But her best wasn't enough. Obviously not wanting to deal with the screaming woman, a particularly frightening pirate lit a bomb outside. Catalina's legs threatened to collapse beneath her, but she willed herself to run forward. The pirate wound his arm back, ready to hurl the explosive through the window with Catalina 10 feet away from his left side. She was five feet away and all hope seemed lost, when an image of the twins, cowering in the corner as a lit bomb landed next to them. "No!" She screamed aloud, and with a strength Catalina could never guess she had, she lunged into the bombs path, catching it mid air. She heaved a sigh of relief, except it caught in her throat. This was a burning wick! It would explode any second! Her arm instantaneously chucked the volatile bomb up above the crowd where it detonated. The terrified mother shot Catalina a grateful smile, but no time was to be spared in response.
Before she could blink, Catalina collided into a depraved pirate, grinning madly. Not even to be described as a man, the monster's green eyes were cold and piercing. His forehead, which rested upon a thick set of shoulders, had a line of what appeared to be steal bolts encrusted into it. "Step aside, girl!" He shoved her back maliciously and her head slammed into the jagged bricks of a wall. The scene around Catalina grew smaller and smaller until, finally, it was condensed to utter blackness. For a moment, the surrounding sounds continued to resound in her ears growing ever louder. Then it stopped, and now, the sounds of death in her midst didn't compare to this newfound deafening silence.
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Author's other note- Okaydokey, lemme' know how you like the first person thing. Now that I've written it, I dunno if I would continue with it anyway, but I want to know what everyone else thinks!
Reviewer-(yeah, not plural notice)
EdnaTod-Thank you very much for your input! I don't mind a lack of productivity (tehe just like the word) a review is a review and I love all of them! Keep reading, I love hearing what you have to say.
Author's note: I'm having a lot of fun writing this, but it is distracting me from all of the homework I have to finish before school starts (oh my) but that has never stopped me from doing anything and it won't now! By the way, I think I may try out some first person perspective today. Let me know if you like that or the mix between third person and omniscient that I am currently using. Oh yeah! And sorry about a couple of errors in chapter 2, I'll read things more closely from now on.
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All of Port Royale was at peace that night. Jack Sparrow sat alone in the corner of his cell; three-cornered hat tipped just enough to cover his coal- rimmed eyes. He halfway listened to a few other persistent prisoners' whistles and calls for that mangy mutt. The stupid dog held the jail keys in his mouth and had settled himself, just far enough to be out of reach. Jack yawned lazily, "You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move."
All of the prisoners turned toward him, with somewhat of a look of fear in their eyes. "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," said one of them. They all laughed after a moment, realizing that steal bars separated them from the pirate.
Jack grinned complacently as he flipped his hat atop his head and glanced at the shaggy animal. Indeed, the dog had settled himself there. Taunting the prisoners had to be his cruel form of entertainment. Perhaps the dog was female...Yes, Jack thought, that seemed a bit more fitting for a female; taunting men for her evening laugh.
Sniggering at his ridiculous thoughts, Jack stared out the window where his mind drifted to the events of the day, the events that put him in this hellhole. For a brief moment, his thoughts lingered on Ms. Elizabeth Swann. She was a brave woman, not even frightened of an armed pirate...but then again, neither was that other woman. Well, he didn't even know her name, but Will's sister (he would call her) was immensely courageous. That, or just stupid. With a pistol held to her brother's head, she had charged at Jack fearlessly. He sighed. It was rare to see such courageous characters, even among soldiers and men. Jack continued to gaze out the window, though not really looking at anything. Deep down, he would rather like to see those two again before the hanging. At least learn the one's name, and maybe thank Elizabeth. After all, it had been her who prevented him from being hung the first time. Little did Jack know, Elizabeth was a lot closer than he thought.
Not far from that very cell casement, was Elizabeth Swann's own bedroom windowpane. After a quaint conversation with her young maid, Elizabeth sat in her warm, safe bed as comfortable as one could be; yet the girl was discontented. Her heart longed for something else...someone else, but it was not Commodore Norrington. She knew that right now, he would be standing in converse with Captain Swann on top of the fort at that very peaceful moment.
Meanwhile, only a handful windows were alight on the street of Mr. Brown's shop, but Mr. Brown's just happened to be one of those few. He had gone out to the taverns hours ago, but the Turner siblings remained. With the entire hubbub, Will had not nearly completed the amount of work he needed to get done and he worked best at night anyway. Catalina sat on the nearby workbench, reading. Will had wanted to shut down shop for the night and stay at home with her, but Catalina put her foot down. The whole pirate issue (meeting the two women he cared about most) frightened him. It was not an option to let Catalina stay at home by herself. But she said that if he insisted on being with her, she would remain at the shop while he worked. He wouldn't lose customers on her behalf. It didn't matter. Catalina was content at the shop; she had her books, an interesting place to sit and the background noise of Will's hammer, banging rhythmically on swelteringly hot steal.
It was oddly calming. She liked noise; it was the silence of night that bothered her. Catalina had always felt this way. She had decided years ago that this had to be the result of her past. There was always something going on then. Always on a ship, always moving, never a quiet moment. That is until pirates raided their ship. Catalina remembered that day so vividly that she could still smell the gunpowder. Hear the gunshots and the high-pitched clang of steel on steel as swords met mid air. Cannons, screaming, pushing and the worst part, the pain of watching people die around her. Its something she could never forget, no matter how badly she tried. The whole experience was a nightmare, but She recalled every detail about it. Her and Will had jumped overboard together and found a big enough piece of driftwood for both of them to collapse on. And she remembered meeting Elizabeth, a bit more conscious then her brother, but nonetheless in more pain than she had or mostly likely ever would experience.
That memory, so vivid and terrible in her mind, was merely a cloud of confusion in Will's. All he remembered was waking on Governor Swann's ship and telling Elizabeth that his name was Will Turner.
After that, however, life was quiet and peaceful, and the regular human being would be happy with this. But not Catalina Turner. She wanted the movement, excitement, and the constant noise. Will's hammer stopped so abruptly that Catalina jumped. "Will? What is it, Will?" she asked. The silence that followed was deep and thick. "Will! Answer me!"
Will eased the window open, "I thought I heard something, but now its just...dead." He peered down the barren road as a black cat scampered through it. It was strange how such a beautiful day could become this ghastly, bleak night. A candle flickered out across the street and the wind whistled with an eerie air to it. It seemed almost like it was trying to speak. To give warning, but of what? In that instant, a huge cannon sounded and not two seconds later was the echo of it crashing brutally into brick. The once barren street seemed to be instantaneously filled with explosions and pirates.
Catalina ran to the front door, opened it to see a pirate run past. She slammed the heavy thing quickly. "Will, we have to get out of this shop."
Will grasped his sword in one hand, and secured an axe in his belt with the other. "You're right. Get out of here, and don't let anyone see you. Run to the fort."
Catalina rolled her eyes, but nodded anyway. Eyes lingering on her, Will sprinted out the front door. Catalina watched for a moment, but as soon as she could assure herself he wouldn't look back again, she picked up a sword. She turned the thing in her hand, noticing her reflection in the clean blade as it spun in a circle. Its hilt was of simple material, with no gold or precious gem encrustment, but it certainly was elegant. What a coincidence that I picked up this, Catalina thought. This happened to be her favorite, in particular, for its extraordinary hilt. Will had designed it for a sailor passing through Port Royal. But once he'd shown his sister, she begged and pleaded for him to let her keep it. It had scared Will that Catalina thought this carving on the hilt so beautiful, but nonetheless, he gave in. She continued to stare at it, halfway entranced by the beauty, but a crash outside brought her back to reality, where people were being killed outside the shelter of the dimly lit shop. Will didn't want her to be out there, fighting pirates and risking her life. But there was no way in hell Catalina Turner would let people she cared about be brutally slaughtered if there was anything she could do to prevent it. Leaning towards the slightly opened window, Catalina watched as hoards of screaming people rushed past. Pirates could be distinctly picked out for their dirt covered faces and crude weapons, and as soon as Catalina was almost positive the coast was clear of them, she eased out the front door. A cruel screaming, laugh echoed from nearby. With a jolt of fear, Catalina sprinted down to the adjoining road. She felt lost in her own home. Everything was different, from the cobbled stone paths to the small dwellings on either side of her, her comfortable world may as well have been turned upside down. Thus she decided to look for the only thing to be recognizable in this wreckage: faces.
It didn't take too long, for she looked two homes to her left and there was the mother of two young twins Catalina often watched. The mother was in her doorway, doing the best job she could to keep the pirates from getting to her 6 year old boys. But her best wasn't enough. Obviously not wanting to deal with the screaming woman, a particularly frightening pirate lit a bomb outside. Catalina's legs threatened to collapse beneath her, but she willed herself to run forward. The pirate wound his arm back, ready to hurl the explosive through the window with Catalina 10 feet away from his left side. She was five feet away and all hope seemed lost, when an image of the twins, cowering in the corner as a lit bomb landed next to them. "No!" She screamed aloud, and with a strength Catalina could never guess she had, she lunged into the bombs path, catching it mid air. She heaved a sigh of relief, except it caught in her throat. This was a burning wick! It would explode any second! Her arm instantaneously chucked the volatile bomb up above the crowd where it detonated. The terrified mother shot Catalina a grateful smile, but no time was to be spared in response.
Before she could blink, Catalina collided into a depraved pirate, grinning madly. Not even to be described as a man, the monster's green eyes were cold and piercing. His forehead, which rested upon a thick set of shoulders, had a line of what appeared to be steal bolts encrusted into it. "Step aside, girl!" He shoved her back maliciously and her head slammed into the jagged bricks of a wall. The scene around Catalina grew smaller and smaller until, finally, it was condensed to utter blackness. For a moment, the surrounding sounds continued to resound in her ears growing ever louder. Then it stopped, and now, the sounds of death in her midst didn't compare to this newfound deafening silence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Click the button...come one, you know you wanna. Do it. DO it! Review damnit!
Author's other note- Okaydokey, lemme' know how you like the first person thing. Now that I've written it, I dunno if I would continue with it anyway, but I want to know what everyone else thinks!
Reviewer-(yeah, not plural notice)
EdnaTod-Thank you very much for your input! I don't mind a lack of productivity (tehe just like the word) a review is a review and I love all of them! Keep reading, I love hearing what you have to say.