Title: It Must Have Been Terrible
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Summary: The Pearl doesn't leave Jack on the Isle De Muerta, Jack chooses for some reason not to return to Port Royal to be hung, but rather to take a certain blacksmith with him. J/W
Rating: R
Beta'd by: Laurel!
Warnings: This story involves hot-guy lovin. If you are offended by M/M relationships, then this story is not for you. I do however advise you to watch POTC again.
Disclaimer: It's guys like you Mickey! Oh what you do Mickey do Mickey, don't break my heart Mickey! (They belong to the mouse!)
Author Notes: And just when you thought it was over. Lol, This is the second fiction by the writer JackSparrowsWhore. Woooo. Sense the enthusiasm. It has nothing to do with my first fic (Happily Ever After) But I hope it will be quirky. Good word quirky. So hopefully I learned something from the first exploit However probably not. Armed with my beta Laurel, I shall journey forth into the horror of another chapter fic. Also I would most appreciate any and all reviews. REVIEW (it's my mantra)
A/N2: Time goes sorta fast at first so
********* = time passing
Chapter 1: It Must Have Been Terrible
The pirate trudged over a dune.
"It must have been terrible for you Jack." He mumbled. "Well it bloody is now!"
He kicked the ground stubbornly before looking up to see white sails.
"They'll be no living with her after this."
It had of course been one of the Royal Navy. And to someone's luck (certainly not Jack's) it was Commodore Norrington's (the tight-ass himself) ship.
Jack now stood forlornly between two guards as the young and lovely Elizabeth screamed haughtily at the commodore.
".as a wedding present!"
That made the captain's ears prick.
"Why Elizabeth! Are you accepting the commodores proposal?"
"I am."
Well if it worked.
"Weddings! I love weddings! Drinks all around!" Jack cringed at the disapproving glares. "I know clap 'im in irons." Thankfully however no irons came.
You will escort these fine gentlemen to the helm whereupon you will give them the bearings to Isle De Muerta. You will then spend the remainder of the voyage contemplating all the possible meanings of "Silent as the grave." Is that clear?"
"Inescapably."
And what motive had he to escape? He wanted his ship back. He really wanted his ship back. And he was going to get it back. He smiled happily as he rowed into the catacombs of the islands.
*** "You don't want to be doing that."
"Oh I really think I do."
"Fine it's your funeral." Shrugged Jack.
Barbossa paused for the second Jack needed to make his argument.
*** "Oh by all means, kill the whelp, just-"
Jacks eyes darted over to said whelp who was glaring at him with a mix of hatred and.well.whatever it was it stung. Jack wished he could soften his expression and drop the poker-face. But that would cost him his boat er ship.
*** "And I would buy you a hat, a great big one, with a feather."
*** Well it could be going worse. Will was still giving him that very terrible stare, that Jack had spent the past 10 minutes or so interpreting. There was definite anger there. But also something softer; hurt. Will had depended on him. But they were all men of their word. Except for Elizabeth, who was, in fact, a woman. Stupid whelp. Making his nerves burn, sending little pricking daggers of remorse.
"You see I'm a dishonest man. But you con always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you 'ave to look out for. Because you can never tell when they'll turn around and do something, inc'edbly stupid."
Jack gave the boy what he hoped was a very meaningful look, before tossing him a sword and leaping off into another swashbuckling melee.
There was something in Turner that just clicked when Jack fought. The two melded together and dueled as one, moving in time to the swirling blades.
But Jack had bigger fish to fry. Will could manage a few undead vicious pirates on his own.
"I'll teach you the meaning of pain."
Jack's head whipped around. Whelp?
"You like pain? Try wearing a corset!"
Oh. Right. Elizabeth.
Swash, swash, buckle, buckle. Ouch. Jack looked down mightily confused and saw a sword sticking out of his stomach. This certainly was a new development. He tottered backwards into the moonlight.
"That's interesting..." The now immortal Captain Jack Sparrow. "Coul'n't resist mate!"
And that set them off again. Jack's hapless glances off to secure Will's position, resulted in the searing brown eyes locked on him, in different levels of strangled emotion. Definitely not good for concentration.
Jack paid his blood, Barbossa pulled a pistol on Elizabeth, and Will leapt to the chest. Really like shooting Will's darling strumpet would in any way hinder Jack. She had, after all, gotten rid of the rum.
BOOM
"After all that time, and you waste your shot." Smirked Barbossa
"He didn't waste it." Ah, dear William.
'Of course not' thought Jack. 'no' that dense.'
Will and Elizabeth ran to each other, bloody emotion. Did no one care for poor Cap'n Jack? He looked forlornly at his bloody hand and shook it sadly. It stung a bit and Will and Elizabeth swooning over each other was sure as hell not helping it any.
Treasure, would surely remedy the situation. Lots of it.
'For example,' he thought 'that heapin' mass o' gold might cut it.'
Jack shifted through the loot trying to ignore the awkward romance blossoming just yards to his left. He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Elizabeth was a fair lass. Aside from the rum burning incident of course. And Will was- he didn't know what Will was. Was Will more then Will? And if so how much more? But really why was he even entertaining this tangent, when clearly Will was nothing more then a- which started him over from where he had begun. Well he was a whelp anyhow. He would leave it at that.
But why did two. decent people together become so detestable? Jack's ears were listening intently to the lover's conversation, which had come to a decisive standstill.
It was the opportune moment for Will. Must. Spoil. It. He started hurling treasure over his shoulder, which resulted in a satisfyingly distracting clang. He felt two sets of eyes immediately on him. So far so good, now all he had to do was depend on the whelp to do something incredibly stupid. Which thankfully he did.
"We best head back to the ship. Your fiancée will be waiting."
Elizabeth was appropriately fuming and stormed from the cave. The opportune moment for Jack had arrived.
'Wait a tick.' Thought Jack 'What was I opportunely waiting for.' There was a brief pause as Jack considered this, but he pulled a blank. So he decided as long as the moment was there he might as well do something. He sidled alongside and the boy and said:
"Shall we be goin' now?" What? That couldn't be right.
"Going where?" asked Will blankly, his eyes moving slowly to rest on the pirate.
"Back to the Pearl of course!"
"But the rowboat."
"I saw another a ways back. I thin'.anywho let's be off!"
Will sighed resignedly "Alright." He began to follow Jack through the caves.
'Wait a minute.' Thought Jack. 'Wait-a-minute. Somethin's no' righ' here.' But what? Will was there. Check. Pearl. Check. Already they had emerged into the chill night and he could see the sails waving invitingly. Himself. Check. Eliz- THAT WAS IT! No lass! No bonnie -bloody-lass! Yes this was good. After all that it seemed a shame for Will to want to leave her.
Now this was just unreasonable. Jack turned to Will who was still following him, head down.
"WILL!"
"What?" Will looked a bit taken aback at the sudden din.
"ELIZABETH!"
"What about her?"
"WILL!"
"Yes?"
"ELIZABETH!" Jack was waving his arms about frantically.
" I could swear he's trying to talk to me." muttered Will.
"WILL, WILLIAM, TURNER!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JACK WHAT!"
Jack did a very dramatic stumble backwards.
" It's just that you don't really seem to care much for the lass. No?" Jack had fallen into the boat and was now in a very inopportune position to do anything but pout.
"Jack don't you get it? Do you not know?"
Jack blinked.
"Never mind Captain let's go."
A/N THAT was Long. I am having capitliazation problems. Also spelling problems. Lol, I hope it gets better. I hope you liked it anyhow. If you did REVIEW. If you didn't...REVIEW! lol! Thankyou thankyou!
Jack- 'Do you not know' Who talks like that?
JSW- People in lord of the rings!
Jack- Lord of the-what?
Will- It's the best movie ever! Man legolas he's so hot he was all like killing stuff and stuff!
Jack- I need rum..
JSW- GREAT! TO THE GREEN DRAGON
Will- YAY!
Jack- Oi.
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Summary: The Pearl doesn't leave Jack on the Isle De Muerta, Jack chooses for some reason not to return to Port Royal to be hung, but rather to take a certain blacksmith with him. J/W
Rating: R
Beta'd by: Laurel!
Warnings: This story involves hot-guy lovin. If you are offended by M/M relationships, then this story is not for you. I do however advise you to watch POTC again.
Disclaimer: It's guys like you Mickey! Oh what you do Mickey do Mickey, don't break my heart Mickey! (They belong to the mouse!)
Author Notes: And just when you thought it was over. Lol, This is the second fiction by the writer JackSparrowsWhore. Woooo. Sense the enthusiasm. It has nothing to do with my first fic (Happily Ever After) But I hope it will be quirky. Good word quirky. So hopefully I learned something from the first exploit However probably not. Armed with my beta Laurel, I shall journey forth into the horror of another chapter fic. Also I would most appreciate any and all reviews. REVIEW (it's my mantra)
A/N2: Time goes sorta fast at first so
********* = time passing
Chapter 1: It Must Have Been Terrible
The pirate trudged over a dune.
"It must have been terrible for you Jack." He mumbled. "Well it bloody is now!"
He kicked the ground stubbornly before looking up to see white sails.
"They'll be no living with her after this."
It had of course been one of the Royal Navy. And to someone's luck (certainly not Jack's) it was Commodore Norrington's (the tight-ass himself) ship.
Jack now stood forlornly between two guards as the young and lovely Elizabeth screamed haughtily at the commodore.
".as a wedding present!"
That made the captain's ears prick.
"Why Elizabeth! Are you accepting the commodores proposal?"
"I am."
Well if it worked.
"Weddings! I love weddings! Drinks all around!" Jack cringed at the disapproving glares. "I know clap 'im in irons." Thankfully however no irons came.
You will escort these fine gentlemen to the helm whereupon you will give them the bearings to Isle De Muerta. You will then spend the remainder of the voyage contemplating all the possible meanings of "Silent as the grave." Is that clear?"
"Inescapably."
And what motive had he to escape? He wanted his ship back. He really wanted his ship back. And he was going to get it back. He smiled happily as he rowed into the catacombs of the islands.
*** "You don't want to be doing that."
"Oh I really think I do."
"Fine it's your funeral." Shrugged Jack.
Barbossa paused for the second Jack needed to make his argument.
*** "Oh by all means, kill the whelp, just-"
Jacks eyes darted over to said whelp who was glaring at him with a mix of hatred and.well.whatever it was it stung. Jack wished he could soften his expression and drop the poker-face. But that would cost him his boat er ship.
*** "And I would buy you a hat, a great big one, with a feather."
*** Well it could be going worse. Will was still giving him that very terrible stare, that Jack had spent the past 10 minutes or so interpreting. There was definite anger there. But also something softer; hurt. Will had depended on him. But they were all men of their word. Except for Elizabeth, who was, in fact, a woman. Stupid whelp. Making his nerves burn, sending little pricking daggers of remorse.
"You see I'm a dishonest man. But you con always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you 'ave to look out for. Because you can never tell when they'll turn around and do something, inc'edbly stupid."
Jack gave the boy what he hoped was a very meaningful look, before tossing him a sword and leaping off into another swashbuckling melee.
There was something in Turner that just clicked when Jack fought. The two melded together and dueled as one, moving in time to the swirling blades.
But Jack had bigger fish to fry. Will could manage a few undead vicious pirates on his own.
"I'll teach you the meaning of pain."
Jack's head whipped around. Whelp?
"You like pain? Try wearing a corset!"
Oh. Right. Elizabeth.
Swash, swash, buckle, buckle. Ouch. Jack looked down mightily confused and saw a sword sticking out of his stomach. This certainly was a new development. He tottered backwards into the moonlight.
"That's interesting..." The now immortal Captain Jack Sparrow. "Coul'n't resist mate!"
And that set them off again. Jack's hapless glances off to secure Will's position, resulted in the searing brown eyes locked on him, in different levels of strangled emotion. Definitely not good for concentration.
Jack paid his blood, Barbossa pulled a pistol on Elizabeth, and Will leapt to the chest. Really like shooting Will's darling strumpet would in any way hinder Jack. She had, after all, gotten rid of the rum.
BOOM
"After all that time, and you waste your shot." Smirked Barbossa
"He didn't waste it." Ah, dear William.
'Of course not' thought Jack. 'no' that dense.'
Will and Elizabeth ran to each other, bloody emotion. Did no one care for poor Cap'n Jack? He looked forlornly at his bloody hand and shook it sadly. It stung a bit and Will and Elizabeth swooning over each other was sure as hell not helping it any.
Treasure, would surely remedy the situation. Lots of it.
'For example,' he thought 'that heapin' mass o' gold might cut it.'
Jack shifted through the loot trying to ignore the awkward romance blossoming just yards to his left. He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Elizabeth was a fair lass. Aside from the rum burning incident of course. And Will was- he didn't know what Will was. Was Will more then Will? And if so how much more? But really why was he even entertaining this tangent, when clearly Will was nothing more then a- which started him over from where he had begun. Well he was a whelp anyhow. He would leave it at that.
But why did two. decent people together become so detestable? Jack's ears were listening intently to the lover's conversation, which had come to a decisive standstill.
It was the opportune moment for Will. Must. Spoil. It. He started hurling treasure over his shoulder, which resulted in a satisfyingly distracting clang. He felt two sets of eyes immediately on him. So far so good, now all he had to do was depend on the whelp to do something incredibly stupid. Which thankfully he did.
"We best head back to the ship. Your fiancée will be waiting."
Elizabeth was appropriately fuming and stormed from the cave. The opportune moment for Jack had arrived.
'Wait a tick.' Thought Jack 'What was I opportunely waiting for.' There was a brief pause as Jack considered this, but he pulled a blank. So he decided as long as the moment was there he might as well do something. He sidled alongside and the boy and said:
"Shall we be goin' now?" What? That couldn't be right.
"Going where?" asked Will blankly, his eyes moving slowly to rest on the pirate.
"Back to the Pearl of course!"
"But the rowboat."
"I saw another a ways back. I thin'.anywho let's be off!"
Will sighed resignedly "Alright." He began to follow Jack through the caves.
'Wait a minute.' Thought Jack. 'Wait-a-minute. Somethin's no' righ' here.' But what? Will was there. Check. Pearl. Check. Already they had emerged into the chill night and he could see the sails waving invitingly. Himself. Check. Eliz- THAT WAS IT! No lass! No bonnie -bloody-lass! Yes this was good. After all that it seemed a shame for Will to want to leave her.
Now this was just unreasonable. Jack turned to Will who was still following him, head down.
"WILL!"
"What?" Will looked a bit taken aback at the sudden din.
"ELIZABETH!"
"What about her?"
"WILL!"
"Yes?"
"ELIZABETH!" Jack was waving his arms about frantically.
" I could swear he's trying to talk to me." muttered Will.
"WILL, WILLIAM, TURNER!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JACK WHAT!"
Jack did a very dramatic stumble backwards.
" It's just that you don't really seem to care much for the lass. No?" Jack had fallen into the boat and was now in a very inopportune position to do anything but pout.
"Jack don't you get it? Do you not know?"
Jack blinked.
"Never mind Captain let's go."
A/N THAT was Long. I am having capitliazation problems. Also spelling problems. Lol, I hope it gets better. I hope you liked it anyhow. If you did REVIEW. If you didn't...REVIEW! lol! Thankyou thankyou!
Jack- 'Do you not know' Who talks like that?
JSW- People in lord of the rings!
Jack- Lord of the-what?
Will- It's the best movie ever! Man legolas he's so hot he was all like killing stuff and stuff!
Jack- I need rum..
JSW- GREAT! TO THE GREEN DRAGON
Will- YAY!
Jack- Oi.