Jack and Ceres' Treasure
By: ~Cherry~ and *Kiwi*. Duh! Who did you expect? The Boogie Man?
A/N: This is our first Pirates of the Caribbean fic and we are greatly pleased! This is only our second fic ever though! Weee! We got our idea at 12:00 am (aka midnight.such a lovely hour.) No flames dangit! We shall send them back to the reviewer in hopes that it will burn them alive!! Muahahaahaha!
Kiwi: Can I do the disclaimer Cherry?! Please Please Please?
Cherry: Ok. Sure.
Kiwi: YAY! Ok, disclaimer: We don't own anything except some stuff. Um yea, we don't own Pirates of the Caribbean *sobs* because we would greatly like to own Will and all his sexiness and Jack too. "Johnny Depp in eye makeup!!" quoth Cherry. Um, yea well anyway, our friend Mackenzie works at a movie theater and they got free yes, FREE Orlando posters *We want some!!* to give out. There were extras left over *omg, how can it be?!* and so she grabbed a few. She got on the elevator and her boss walked in. She had set the posters on this little cart she had to take somewhere and she noticed her boss walk off the elevator with a poster under his arm. She assumed it to be his but when she counted hers, she found that her boss stole one!! Yes, her boss, a GUY, took one of her Orlando posters. isn't it horrible?! Yes, well sorry this is so long, I had to tell you all that story.
Flashbacks are in Italics., if they show up dangit!! //Thoughts// ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth Turner, wife to William Turner now, no longer just borrowing the name, stared quite dolefully out of the window in her bedroom at her father's house. Her hair was piled atop her head in a complicated and beautiful coif. She wore no makeup because her complexion was perfect; she didn't need anything to enhance it. Her dress was a rose colored silk, she even went to the trouble of wearing her hated corset. She was the English epitome of beauty and womanliness, and she looked as if her heart were breaking. Not that Will would notice. Will was not even around. He was the cause of her distress. You see, Captain Jack Sparrow had come to call. Elizabeth sighed. //It was a day almost exactly like this one.// *flashback!!*
"Elizabeth!" Will burst into the parlor where Elizabeth sat sewing in contentment. She looked up at him expectantly to hear why he had come home from the forge so early. She was surprised to note that besides being his usual blacksmith sexy self, he looked rather agitated.
"What is it, William? Has something happened?" She was concerned now, the picture of English domestic peace.
"Something has indeed happened! Jack has come back to Port Royale!" Will burst out quite excitedly.
"What?!"
"I know! Isn't it wonderful? Finally we shall have a reprieve from this boredom!"
"I don't want a reprieve from this boredom! Jack's coming back can only be trouble, Will! I hope he and his mischief stay far away from the both of us!"
"Now that 'urts my feelings, Love. Don't wanna see ol' Jackie? I saved your life!" Jack slipped out from behind Will. Elizabeth was shocked and beyond words.
"You-you-you brought that.that pirate into our house?!" She raised her voice at Will quite unlike a lady. That Jack had nearly gotten her killed as well she didn't think worth telling him; he never listened anyway.
"Come on, Elizabeth! He needs some place to stay for just a while before he goes back to Tortuga with his crew. I told him he could stay here." Will tried to reason with her.
"He can stay on his wretched ship! Wait! Did he bring the Black Pearl to Port Royale?! If the Commodore sees that ship he'll come here, Will! He knows you know him! And after that stunt you pulled when they were going to hang him, he knows you would shelter him if he were here!" She took a few gasping breaths, constricted by the corset and began to feel light-headed. Continuing to gasp, trying to get a sufficient breath, she grabbed the sewing table to keep her balance as she bent nearly double. Will immediately went to her to try and get her to sit down, and to loosen the corset, which the maids always seemed to tie to tightly.
"Easy, Love! I ain't bringin' no trouble! I brought my new ship into port. Commodore wouldn't know it if the mast slapped him in the head, savvy? I cain't stay on the ship anyhow 'cause my business is on shore." Jack soothed with his words, well, he thought they were soothing anyway. But it didn't matter if his words had worked or not, for at that moment, Elizabeth feinted. **********
//That was two weeks ago// Elizabeth sighed and shifted positions on the window seat. //Not such a very long time. If he were here, that is. // She sighed again and cast her gaze about the busy market street below her, searching the faces for one she knew wouldn't be there. For Jack had brought with him a story, a story and an offer for Will. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ All right people, here's the first chapter from Cherry herself! I left you with an Evil CliffieTM for a reason! Look at the bottom left corner of your screen. See that little button there? The one that says 'Submit Review'? Click the button! Review and tell us if you want the story continued or if we are wasting our time and precious ideas, Savvy?
A/N: This is our first Pirates of the Caribbean fic and we are greatly pleased! This is only our second fic ever though! Weee! We got our idea at 12:00 am (aka midnight.such a lovely hour.) No flames dangit! We shall send them back to the reviewer in hopes that it will burn them alive!! Muahahaahaha!
Kiwi: Can I do the disclaimer Cherry?! Please Please Please?
Cherry: Ok. Sure.
Kiwi: YAY! Ok, disclaimer: We don't own anything except some stuff. Um yea, we don't own Pirates of the Caribbean *sobs* because we would greatly like to own Will and all his sexiness and Jack too. "Johnny Depp in eye makeup!!" quoth Cherry. Um, yea well anyway, our friend Mackenzie works at a movie theater and they got free yes, FREE Orlando posters *We want some!!* to give out. There were extras left over *omg, how can it be?!* and so she grabbed a few. She got on the elevator and her boss walked in. She had set the posters on this little cart she had to take somewhere and she noticed her boss walk off the elevator with a poster under his arm. She assumed it to be his but when she counted hers, she found that her boss stole one!! Yes, her boss, a GUY, took one of her Orlando posters. isn't it horrible?! Yes, well sorry this is so long, I had to tell you all that story.
Flashbacks are in Italics., if they show up dangit!! //Thoughts// ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth Turner, wife to William Turner now, no longer just borrowing the name, stared quite dolefully out of the window in her bedroom at her father's house. Her hair was piled atop her head in a complicated and beautiful coif. She wore no makeup because her complexion was perfect; she didn't need anything to enhance it. Her dress was a rose colored silk, she even went to the trouble of wearing her hated corset. She was the English epitome of beauty and womanliness, and she looked as if her heart were breaking. Not that Will would notice. Will was not even around. He was the cause of her distress. You see, Captain Jack Sparrow had come to call. Elizabeth sighed. //It was a day almost exactly like this one.// *flashback!!*
"Elizabeth!" Will burst into the parlor where Elizabeth sat sewing in contentment. She looked up at him expectantly to hear why he had come home from the forge so early. She was surprised to note that besides being his usual blacksmith sexy self, he looked rather agitated.
"What is it, William? Has something happened?" She was concerned now, the picture of English domestic peace.
"Something has indeed happened! Jack has come back to Port Royale!" Will burst out quite excitedly.
"What?!"
"I know! Isn't it wonderful? Finally we shall have a reprieve from this boredom!"
"I don't want a reprieve from this boredom! Jack's coming back can only be trouble, Will! I hope he and his mischief stay far away from the both of us!"
"Now that 'urts my feelings, Love. Don't wanna see ol' Jackie? I saved your life!" Jack slipped out from behind Will. Elizabeth was shocked and beyond words.
"You-you-you brought that.that pirate into our house?!" She raised her voice at Will quite unlike a lady. That Jack had nearly gotten her killed as well she didn't think worth telling him; he never listened anyway.
"Come on, Elizabeth! He needs some place to stay for just a while before he goes back to Tortuga with his crew. I told him he could stay here." Will tried to reason with her.
"He can stay on his wretched ship! Wait! Did he bring the Black Pearl to Port Royale?! If the Commodore sees that ship he'll come here, Will! He knows you know him! And after that stunt you pulled when they were going to hang him, he knows you would shelter him if he were here!" She took a few gasping breaths, constricted by the corset and began to feel light-headed. Continuing to gasp, trying to get a sufficient breath, she grabbed the sewing table to keep her balance as she bent nearly double. Will immediately went to her to try and get her to sit down, and to loosen the corset, which the maids always seemed to tie to tightly.
"Easy, Love! I ain't bringin' no trouble! I brought my new ship into port. Commodore wouldn't know it if the mast slapped him in the head, savvy? I cain't stay on the ship anyhow 'cause my business is on shore." Jack soothed with his words, well, he thought they were soothing anyway. But it didn't matter if his words had worked or not, for at that moment, Elizabeth feinted. **********
//That was two weeks ago// Elizabeth sighed and shifted positions on the window seat. //Not such a very long time. If he were here, that is. // She sighed again and cast her gaze about the busy market street below her, searching the faces for one she knew wouldn't be there. For Jack had brought with him a story, a story and an offer for Will. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ All right people, here's the first chapter from Cherry herself! I left you with an Evil CliffieTM for a reason! Look at the bottom left corner of your screen. See that little button there? The one that says 'Submit Review'? Click the button! Review and tell us if you want the story continued or if we are wasting our time and precious ideas, Savvy?
