Pirates of the Caribbean: The Voyage for the Blue Star
By JessieHeart
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Chapter One: Kidnapping a Swann
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Nine Years Later...
Bill Turner breathed in the salty sea air. It glided elegantly through his hair, as well as the ship's sails. Bill was standing on the stern, watching the water crash against the advancing ship.
Bill had his father's stern blacksmith features, but Elizabeth's light hair and eyes. Though the blood of pirates ran through his veins, he held himself as proudly as any king's sailor.
"Land HO!" cried the lookout. Bill's head snapped upwards, and he grinned at the sight of Port Rose. Although the dock was a navy harbor, Bill's father had his eyes set on a bounty of treasure there.
"The richest governor in the Spanish Main lives here. Once we make this big heist," Will had told the crew, "We can all live like kings where ever we please."
Unknown to Bill, Elizabeth had pulled William aside. "Will, I don't like it here. Port Rose… It's too risky."
William's eyes flashed with eagerness. "Yes…" he consorted, "But what's the fun of being a pirate without the risk?"
Whatever worries Elizabeth had before were forgotten. The ship pulled in to Port Rose. Bill jumped up to help the crew, but he felt his mother's soft hand on his shoulder.
"Bill," she started, masking her concern, "Are you intending to help your father with his grand robbery?"
Bill half-grinned. "Why not, Mum? I'm a pirate."
Elizabeth's expression softened. "Of course you are."
"What about you? Are you going to help me, Dad and the crew with this one?"
Elizabeth's eyes drifted towards the harbor. They narrowed slightly as if looking for something... or someone.
"No. I don't believe I will." She said quietly. Then she turned back to Bill, smiled, and looked perfectly normal. "I think I'll go buy a drink." And with that, she left. Bill laughed.
"That's my mum!"
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While her husband and son were off robbing the unlucky governor, Elizabeth went into town. Her hair was piled neatly on top of her head and her dress was elegant and beautiful. No one would have suspected her to be a pirate, or that the dress had been stolen from a Spanish princess.
Elizabeth came to a bar in the middle of town. A dirty wooden sign hung above the door with peeling, unreadable letters. The music and drunken laugher from within let Elizabeth know it was a bar. She entered.
"Malt whiskey." She said simply to the bar tender. He looked at her carefully, clearly wondering why such a respectable-looking lady would grace his bar. At last he slid a mug over to her. The alcohol was deep brown, like the eyes of pirate Elizabeth once knew…
Jack…
She felt a terrible pain in her chest at the memory, so she pushed Captain Sparrow out of her mind and sipped the drink slowly. She barely noticed the strong taste. Instead Elizabeth concentrated closely to the voices around her, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Her senses were so keen that she heard the two men coming before they even reached her.
"Why, if it ain't Miss Swann." A horrible, taunting voice said.
"That's 'Mrs. Turner' to you." Elizabeth answered without turning around.
"We've been lookin' fer you." The second man said in a thick, uneducated accent. He paused. "Miss Swann."
"I know." Elizabeth replied, her voice barely audible. "And I'm tired of running."
The first man put a hand on her shoulder. "I hear that swans are beautiful… Turn around, let's see that pretty face…" He began to slide his hand up to her neck…
Elizabeth reacted swiftly. She grabbed the man's arm with one hand, and with the other swung the mug crashing down upon his head. Glass and whiskey flew everywhere. The man teetered, but did not faint. The other man had raised a pistol and was pointing it at Elizabeth's forehead. The bar had gone eerily silent.
"Back to your beers!" One shouted. He restrained Elizabeth's arms behind her back and half dragged her outside. The man with the pistol followed.
"Unhand me." Elizabeth demanded curtly. She glared down the pistol barrel pointed between her eyes.
"I don't think so, Miss Swann." The man behind her replied. "We need you… Dead."
"Then kill me." Elizabeth spat. "But if you do, you'll never get what you're after."
"We're not going to kill you, not yet. You know as well as I… We need your son, too…"
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Bill…"
"Naw', Miss Swann." The gun man said slowly, "Yer gonna come without a fuss, and when we find yer son, we promise not to kill yer husband."
"Go to hell!"
"What's going on?!" shouted a new voice. All three people looked down the alley, and coming towards them were the two people Elizabeth least wanted there; William and Bill.
"WILL! TAKE BILL AND GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT OF-" She began to scream, but the pistol handle came down over her head and she swam into darkness. She fell limp into her captor's arms. Her husband and son brought forth their own guns, ready to fight.
"That's the boy we need!" Whispered the gun man. He began to advance, but his partner eyed the pistols warily.
"NO! We have one Swann," he advised, "Let's get her to the ship and take care of the whelp later."
The two men dashed off in the opposite direction, taking Elizabeth's with them. The two Turners quickly followed.
The kidnappers ran through a labyrinth of alleyways. Boxes were overturned and shots rang out in attempt to lose them, but the Turners continued to closely pursue them. Bill realized where the bandits were running to… the harbor.
It was too late. The Turner's rounded the corner, only to find a crowd of people rushing about the docks. The kidnappers had escaped, and Elizabeth lost.
"ELIZABETH!" William called out in vain. "ELIZABETH!"
His face was mangled with self-blame and fury. Bill could only imagine what was running through his mind.
He felt something bump against his chest. Bill pulled it out of his shirt and held it in his palm, looking at it as if he hadn't seen it in a long time. It was the medallion his mother had given him when he was a small child. Four forgotten words echoed in the back of his mind…
_That's where I'll be…_
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By JessieHeart
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Chapter One: Kidnapping a Swann
*
Nine Years Later...
Bill Turner breathed in the salty sea air. It glided elegantly through his hair, as well as the ship's sails. Bill was standing on the stern, watching the water crash against the advancing ship.
Bill had his father's stern blacksmith features, but Elizabeth's light hair and eyes. Though the blood of pirates ran through his veins, he held himself as proudly as any king's sailor.
"Land HO!" cried the lookout. Bill's head snapped upwards, and he grinned at the sight of Port Rose. Although the dock was a navy harbor, Bill's father had his eyes set on a bounty of treasure there.
"The richest governor in the Spanish Main lives here. Once we make this big heist," Will had told the crew, "We can all live like kings where ever we please."
Unknown to Bill, Elizabeth had pulled William aside. "Will, I don't like it here. Port Rose… It's too risky."
William's eyes flashed with eagerness. "Yes…" he consorted, "But what's the fun of being a pirate without the risk?"
Whatever worries Elizabeth had before were forgotten. The ship pulled in to Port Rose. Bill jumped up to help the crew, but he felt his mother's soft hand on his shoulder.
"Bill," she started, masking her concern, "Are you intending to help your father with his grand robbery?"
Bill half-grinned. "Why not, Mum? I'm a pirate."
Elizabeth's expression softened. "Of course you are."
"What about you? Are you going to help me, Dad and the crew with this one?"
Elizabeth's eyes drifted towards the harbor. They narrowed slightly as if looking for something... or someone.
"No. I don't believe I will." She said quietly. Then she turned back to Bill, smiled, and looked perfectly normal. "I think I'll go buy a drink." And with that, she left. Bill laughed.
"That's my mum!"
*
While her husband and son were off robbing the unlucky governor, Elizabeth went into town. Her hair was piled neatly on top of her head and her dress was elegant and beautiful. No one would have suspected her to be a pirate, or that the dress had been stolen from a Spanish princess.
Elizabeth came to a bar in the middle of town. A dirty wooden sign hung above the door with peeling, unreadable letters. The music and drunken laugher from within let Elizabeth know it was a bar. She entered.
"Malt whiskey." She said simply to the bar tender. He looked at her carefully, clearly wondering why such a respectable-looking lady would grace his bar. At last he slid a mug over to her. The alcohol was deep brown, like the eyes of pirate Elizabeth once knew…
Jack…
She felt a terrible pain in her chest at the memory, so she pushed Captain Sparrow out of her mind and sipped the drink slowly. She barely noticed the strong taste. Instead Elizabeth concentrated closely to the voices around her, listening for anything out of the ordinary. Her senses were so keen that she heard the two men coming before they even reached her.
"Why, if it ain't Miss Swann." A horrible, taunting voice said.
"That's 'Mrs. Turner' to you." Elizabeth answered without turning around.
"We've been lookin' fer you." The second man said in a thick, uneducated accent. He paused. "Miss Swann."
"I know." Elizabeth replied, her voice barely audible. "And I'm tired of running."
The first man put a hand on her shoulder. "I hear that swans are beautiful… Turn around, let's see that pretty face…" He began to slide his hand up to her neck…
Elizabeth reacted swiftly. She grabbed the man's arm with one hand, and with the other swung the mug crashing down upon his head. Glass and whiskey flew everywhere. The man teetered, but did not faint. The other man had raised a pistol and was pointing it at Elizabeth's forehead. The bar had gone eerily silent.
"Back to your beers!" One shouted. He restrained Elizabeth's arms behind her back and half dragged her outside. The man with the pistol followed.
"Unhand me." Elizabeth demanded curtly. She glared down the pistol barrel pointed between her eyes.
"I don't think so, Miss Swann." The man behind her replied. "We need you… Dead."
"Then kill me." Elizabeth spat. "But if you do, you'll never get what you're after."
"We're not going to kill you, not yet. You know as well as I… We need your son, too…"
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Bill…"
"Naw', Miss Swann." The gun man said slowly, "Yer gonna come without a fuss, and when we find yer son, we promise not to kill yer husband."
"Go to hell!"
"What's going on?!" shouted a new voice. All three people looked down the alley, and coming towards them were the two people Elizabeth least wanted there; William and Bill.
"WILL! TAKE BILL AND GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT OF-" She began to scream, but the pistol handle came down over her head and she swam into darkness. She fell limp into her captor's arms. Her husband and son brought forth their own guns, ready to fight.
"That's the boy we need!" Whispered the gun man. He began to advance, but his partner eyed the pistols warily.
"NO! We have one Swann," he advised, "Let's get her to the ship and take care of the whelp later."
The two men dashed off in the opposite direction, taking Elizabeth's with them. The two Turners quickly followed.
The kidnappers ran through a labyrinth of alleyways. Boxes were overturned and shots rang out in attempt to lose them, but the Turners continued to closely pursue them. Bill realized where the bandits were running to… the harbor.
It was too late. The Turner's rounded the corner, only to find a crowd of people rushing about the docks. The kidnappers had escaped, and Elizabeth lost.
"ELIZABETH!" William called out in vain. "ELIZABETH!"
His face was mangled with self-blame and fury. Bill could only imagine what was running through his mind.
He felt something bump against his chest. Bill pulled it out of his shirt and held it in his palm, looking at it as if he hadn't seen it in a long time. It was the medallion his mother had given him when he was a small child. Four forgotten words echoed in the back of his mind…
_That's where I'll be…_
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