Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean(though I wish I did), Jack Sparrow(wish did once again), nor any other character from this kick-ass movie. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this fic; I'd be making another movie. And hanging out with Johnny Depp. I have yet to see a pig fly over my house wearing a tutu either. So, no sueing, please?
Summary: Will is living happily with his newly wed wife, Elizabeth. But when someone from Jack's foggy past comes, sworn to have revenge on Jack Sparrow, he and Jack must stick by the truth and their friendship in order to survive.
~Chapter 1~
~Attack at Port Royal~
Twenty-four years had passed, among many other sunsets and sunrises
too numerous to count. The Phantom had long since been shunned
into the shadows, while other ships took it's place in legends. Some
good pirates from that ship had perished, while others still lived on,
well and prosperous.
But, to William Turner, that did not matter much at the time. Pirates to him were parts of his past but, as he hoped, didn't play a large part in his future.
Will's past with pirates was not quite what you'd call a happy one. It was because of pirates, namely a ship full of cursed ones and his father Bootstrap Bill, that he almost lost his and his love, Elizabeth's, lives. But now Barbossa, the captain of the cursed crew, was dead and the feared Black Pearl was back in the 'right hands'-- with Captain Jack Sparrow.
Will couldn't help but half a smile. Before he'd met Jack, Will was biased against pirates and hated the lot of them. But after meeting him, he realized even a pirate could still be a good man.
It was then; as Will worked on one of his scalding hot slates of metal that would soon be transformed a sword in his blacksmith shop, he realized that he missed the pirate captain. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, but he couldn't hide the truth. He wondered how he was. He hadn't seen Jack in three years, since his 'graceful' departure from Port Royal on the Black Pearl.
Since then, Will had opened up his own blacksmith shop, getting all of the credit he deserved for it, and had married the fair Elizabeth. Will's half smile turned into a grin at the thought of his wife. Elizabeth Turner; he loved the sound of her name.
But after those few exciting moments in his life, Will couldn't help but think his life was boring compared to what it was before. Everyday it was the same routines-- get up, go to the shop, and come home. Of course he always had his beautiful and intelligent wife to come home to, but was it too much to ask for to see something even a little out of the ordinary? Like, say a visit from Jack, just to keep things a little exciting? But, eventually, Will would imagine himself sticking his foot into his mouth for ever thinking such a thing.
Will soon finished creating the sword, the sharp tip of it still gleaming a bright orange with heat, like a topaz gem. Will held onto the golden handle of it tightly, gazing at his work with admiration. He sliced the air a bit as he swung it for good measure, happy to hear the 'swooshing' noise that followed. Will then placed it aside for it to cool, satisfied with his latest creation.
Will was wiping his dirty hands on a cloth when he heard it. Will thought it was one of it swords falling to the ground, but then thought it was silly, since the sound he had just heard was deeper than the high tinkling noise a sword made when it hit the ground. The next thing he thought it could be made his skin crawl-- cannon fire.
Could it be Jack? Will thought hopefully. But then again, is he really insane enough to let the whole British army know he came? Will shook his head; he wouldn't doubt Jack and his ego. But, Jack was still smart enough not to do something like that. Then who is it?
Curious, Will advanced over to the front door of his blacksmith shop, and peered out. From a distance, he could see a ship-- one he had never seen before. No black sails or anything. It was huge, with red and brown sails, and a faint Jolly Roger flag swished in the wind from the tip of the crows nest. Then, he heard cannon fire again, right from the ship. The cannon ball crashed into some buildings near the edge of the island, and screams reached Will's ears. Will's eyes widened. Oh my god, they're attacking Port Royal! Elizabeth!!
Will started to run out into the streets, when he remembered something. He ran back towards his work area, and grabbed the freshly made sword, it's tip still glowing a shade of tangerine. Just in case.
The Turner's household, courtesy of Governor Swann, Elizabeth's father, was
normally a rather large and grand one. The walls were made of red and beige
bricks, the windows made of clean and expensive glass. The house was near
the docks of the island, a ways away from Will's blacksmith shop, which was
near the heart of Port Royal.
But now, the mansion-like home had large gaping holes through one side, mercilessly attacked by the rogue pirate ship's cannon balls. The windows were shattered, and dust was billowing from it. The other buildings around it weren't in the greatest shape either. Fear gripped at Will's heart, threatening to choke him, as he thought of what could have happened to his wife.
Will then saw out of the corner of his brown eyes many pirates raiding and looting various buildings. This was why Will had at one point hated pirates so much. Almost all of them attacked the innocent and defenseless, killing everything and everyone that was in the crossfire between them and their 'precious' treasure.
Will felt white hot anger boil up in him like a teapot, his old hatred rising with a vengeance. If they had hurt his treasure, his wife, he would hunt them down and kill every last one of them.
Will rushed towards his house, which was about two-hundred feet away, only to have someone thrust their sword in front of him.
Will regarded the pirate, his white teeth grinding into each other. Who would be foolish enough to try to block him from getting to Elizabeth??
Obviously, the pirate with long shaggy brown hair, and a hat the helped pronounce his role as captain of the pirate crew. "Where do ye think you're goin', lad?" He hissed. The pirate was older than Will, possibly around Jack's age, and was fairly tall, around Will's height. He had piercing eyes and a scar ran down his face, giving him an even more fierce appearance.
"You," Will growled accusingly, "You're the captain, aren't you? You're the one who ordered this attack!"
The pirate smirked. "Good guess. Captain Jones of the Majestic, at your service."
"Only if you call threatening my home a service to me. Go to hell."
"You really should hold your tongue, lad. Ye could lose it someday." Jones said simply. He shifted position and pointed his sword directly at his heart. He glanced over him like Will was some sort of merchandise. "Shall this be your cue to beg for mercy, boy?"
"Don't expect much." Will then proceeded to slash his still warm sword at Jones. The captain then blocked it with his sword, backing up a bit. Will attacked him relentlessly for a while, but Jones continued to block his every strike. "You're good," he smirked, "But I'm better."
"Egotistical, aren't you?" Will said between the swishing of his sword.
"I may be, but I have reason to be, lad, since I know that after this, you'll be dead and I'll be sailing away a very rich man."
"Don't--" Will pushed him backwards, "--Count on it!"
Will and Jones dueled longer, both blocking every single time, never landing a blow. But, Will could see Jones straining a bit, backing up a bit, his left leg slightly limping. I wonder why?
Will didn't linger on the thought, though, as Jones sliced for the blacksmith's head. Will ducked and rolled away from Jones, got up again and blocked another blow.
"Come on, give up, this isn't worth my time," Jones said in a threatening manner, "I've still got lots of plunderin' and lootin' to do."
"Do it somewhere else then!" yelled Will, thrusting his sword forward. Jones blocked, but stumbled back a bit as his slammed his left leg into some nearby rubble. He hissed in pain, but continued to duel with Will. Seeming almost desperate, Jones attacked him roughly, Will blocking once more. But, this time, unlike his other attacks, which were steady, well-thought out attacks, he hit hard; harder than Will expected. The vibrations from the attack pulsated throughout Will's entire right arm painfully. Will accidentally let go of his sword, leaving him open for an attack.
But it did not come. Will regained himself, picking up his sword and holding it in front of himself defensively. When he looked ahead, he saw Jones looking at him from a small distance, near the docks, which they had gotten nearer to during their fight. He crossed his arms, smirking triumphantly.
"You've got skills, I'll give you that, boy." Jones admitted. "I'll tell you what. I respect an honest and strong man, and I'll leave Port Royal with my crew. If--"
"There's always an 'if'," huffed Will.
Jones continued on like nothing else was said. "If you tell me your name. Otherwise, I'll order my men to burn down the town to a pile of dust."
Will's eyes narrowed. "You bastard,"
"Well, how about it?"
"Will Turner," Will answered through gritted teeth.
"Well, thanks for the information, Will Turner," He tipped his hat at Will in a mocking manner. "Well, a promise is a promise, me and my crew'll be leavin' now. But, mark my words, I will find ye again. Now that I know your name, I'll come for ye and we'll have a rematch. Rest assured, I will kill ye."
Will growled at Jones. "Just get out of here."
Jones nodded obediently, his smirk never leaving his face. He pulled out a strange sort of whistle from underneath his brown shirt, covered by a long sleeveless red jacket, brushing against a blue gem necklace. It looked like a small bird, and when he blew it, it even sounded like one.
"A sparrow," Will whispered, remembering Jack.
For the first time, Jones' calm and sarcastic demeanor shifted to an angered one. "To remind me that traitors do exist," he murmured, and Will could barely hear him. "And that I've got a spot reserved for Jack Sparrow in Davey Jones' Locker." The whistle was not only a symbol, as it turned out, but a signal of retreat to the crew of the Majestic. Within five minutes, everyone from the ship that came were disappearing into the horizon as quickly as they came, their captain with them. The whole time, Will stood where he was, watching them, unblinking. "Jack..." he said softly to himself. He brushed his fingertips against his sword hilt. What had he gotten himself into?
It was then he remembered-- Elizabeth! Oh god, he hoped she was alright! Snapping out of his trance, he dashed over to his house to make sure his wife was still safe and sound.
~To Be Continued...~
Next Chapter: Captain Jack Sparrow's back! How does Jones know him anyway?
Stay tuned for the next chapter!(always wanted to say that :D)
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