Author's Note: I still don't own anything Disney. It would be pretty cool
if I owned the Haunted Mansion ride though. I'd love to live in there!!!
But sadly, I'm just a strange little college girl without a dime to her
name and too much time on her hands. Hence this reeeaaaallllyyy long
chapter!
Ana's legs were starting to fall asleep from her uncomfortable position inside the barrel when she heard the Interceptor crew returning. 'About time,' she thought, 'Lord, they walk loud enough to wake the dead.' Sure enough, the six men who had returned to retrieve the orders were actually a long ways down the street when Ana heard them first approaching. When they finally reached her, they stood lingering around the five containers. She could feel her temper rising and she put a hand over her mouth to keep from shouting at them. 'If they don't hurry up and take these damn things, Jack will have that ship before I'm on it!'
"Should we check to make sure this is our order?" asked a high pitched voice. Ana giggled silently, 'Some soldier, he sounds just like a little girl!' "She said there would be five parcels and there are five here," said a gruff voice from directly above her, "They're all labeled. These two here must be that second order." Ana heard a thump before feeling the soldier kick her barrel with his boot. "But if you feel it necessary, open them," continued the soldier. Ana crossed her fingers under the tablecloths that were covering her.
She could hear the shifting and prying of wood beside her. "Here's our order. Packaged a bit muddled, isn't it?" asked the same high voice. "She did say she would hurry it along," grunted another. "And what about those?" asked a fourth masculine voice. Ana could feel the presence of legs around her, even through the wood. Silently praying, she gripped the tablecloths as hard as she could until her knuckles turned white. She heard the lid of her barrel pop off and felt the coolness of the fresh air flow inside. "Yessir, textiles, just as it's labeled here," said the gruff voice. Ana heaved a sigh of relief as she heard the lid being replaced above her head. "Best be making way then," she heard the girl voice again.
Suddenly, she felt the world leave from under her and a pair of strong arms hoisted her hiding spot into the air. "Oy, this one is a heavy lot!" exclaimed a husky voice. "She did say the linens would be a heavy load. Can you manage it, Morrison?" "Aye, but wouldn't it be easier to roll it, sir?" 'Oh no, please don't,' Ana thought, 'I don't get seasick, but goodness knows I wouldn't be able to keep my supper if you roll this barrel!' To her relief, the idea was scrapped. Instead, she felt another pair of hands take the bottom of the barrel that Morrison was grasping and tipped it sideways, and Ana was suddenly curled up on her side. 'Well, isn't this interesting?' she thought irritably 'You big sea meddlers had better get a move on or I'll miss my ship!'
After a period that felt like an eternity, she heard the Navy men's boots hit a wooden path. 'We must be at the harbor finally,' she thought. She heard the voice of the commanding officer that had paid her that very afternoon, "Go on and put those on board, men. In the galley." "What of these things, sir?" asked the second man that was helping to carry Ana's barrel. "Put them there, too. It can be sorted out on the water." 'Joy, the galley,' Ana thought, 'Will I ever get myself out of a kitchen?'
Her bearers walked up a plank and she could hear the hollow sound of their steps on the deck. She was bounced around inside the barrel as she was carried down some stairs. She was set down hard on the ship's deck, left to listen to the fading steps of the men that had carried her all the way from her shop. Ana ached with longing to stretch and regain her sea legs. She was rapidly losing feeling in her limbs from remaining in such an awkward position. She could feel the sway of the Interceptor though, and it gave her a peace of mind that she hadn't experienced in many years. Breaking through her thoughts, she heard the sounds of shuffling and yelling. 'I guess it's begun.'
She could hear many feet running around the ship, and suddenly, the ship lurched. 'We're moving,' she thought anxiously, 'Oh, Jack, I really hope you know what you're doing.' She could tell they were moving at a rapid pace, 'Hmm, maybe this ship really is one of the fastest in the Caribbean.' The commotion was getting louder. She felt the ship's body glide to a halt. She didn't understand what was happening, but she had faith in Jack and she knew she just had to be patient.
It seemed like she was stuck in her barrel for years. Suddenly, the ship began to move again and she knew in her heart that Jack had won. She heard a crunching noise of wood splintering somewhere deep beneath her and she was startled. Just to be safe, she stayed in her hiding place for a few more minutes. It was eerily quiet in her surroundings when she lifted herself out of the wooden barrel. She looked around the well-furnished galley before heading up the stairs that lead up to the open deck.
She sighed as she breathed in the salty air. Looking around, she saw Captain Sparrow at the ship's helm, examining his compass. To his right, Will seemed to be trying to repair some nicks in the ship's wood. Striding over to them, she saw both men were wet to the skin and she asked of Jack, "Do I even want to know how you managed it?" Jack grinned slyly and replied, "Ask me no questions and I'll tell ye no lies, love." Will walked over to her and asked, "And you? How is that no one saw you?" Ana shrugged and said simply, "The Navy likes to have their bread." Will looked baffled at this answer and turned away to sit on another barrel that had been left on the upper deck.
A few hours had passed since the commandeering of the Interceptor. The time was spent getting to know the ship and Ana collected her belongings and stored them in a safer place while also familiarizing herself with the galley and organizing the goods that had been brought on board from her shop. It wasn't much, but it would last them until they docked. As she had learned her way around the galley, she thought, 'Kitchens, story of my life,' as she shook her head. She returned to the open air with a wide smile on her face. She saw the nicks in the wood that Mr. Turner had been unsuccessful at repairing. She disappeared below deck for a few moments and returned with a rag, a bucket of water, and a gas lamp. Jack saw these things in her hand and called to her from the helm, "What are you planning to do there?" "Undo the damage that one of you two mischief makers made!" Will looked taken aback at this and Ana assumed it was he who had hacked into the wood.
Again Ana found herself crouching low as she worked diligently on the scarred wood, first applying the oil from the lamp and then wiping it down with the water. Jack still stood at the helm of the ship with his arms draped carelessly across the wheel. Will was sharpening his sword a short distance away. It was he who broke the silence.
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
"Is that so?" Jack replied, sounding rather bored.
Will pressed on, "My father, Will Turner. And in the jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father." He stood up and looked severely at Jack.
Jack turned around to face him, "I knew 'im. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
Again Will looked bewildered, "Bootstrap?"
Jack slipped a rope around the helm to keep the ship on course, "Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him." At this, Ana stood up and turned to watch the two men. 'I really hope this doesn't turn into a row," she thought. 'But Jack's right, he really does look like him.'
"It's not true, he was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law," was Will's argument. 'Is that what you've been told,' Ana wondered. She approached the men but stayed in the background so as to be able to keep from having to speak.
Jack countered, "He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag."
"My father was not a pirate," Will said through gritted teeth, drawing his sword.
Jack had turned away from him, but he still knew what he was doing, "Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again." Ana wanted to laugh but thought better of it.
"You didn't beat me; you ignored the ruled of engagement. in a fair fight, I'd kill you." Will sounded like a young child determined to get his way.
"Then that's no incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?" Jack grabbed hold of the helm and turned it sharply, causing a low rigging to swing to the opposite side of the boat. As the rigging swung across the deck, Ana bent over calmly, letting it pass smoothly over her head. Will, however, was not so graceful; the rigging caught him full in the middle, pushing him off his feet and dangling him over the ocean water. He struggled to get a tight grip around the broad wood. Ana, somewhat startled by Jack's action, stepped up beside the captain. Jack however looked undisturbed.
"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. And me for example, I could let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all be me onesie, savvy? So..." Jack swung the helm again bringing the rigging back into its original position and letting Will fall to the deck. Jack stood over him with the point of Will's sword aimed at the young man's throat, "Can you sail under the command of a pirate," Jack flipped the sword, offering the hilt to Will, "Or can you not?" Ana went to Will's side and grabbed his wrists. Jack smiled smugly, "Tortuga." Ana heaved with all the force she could muster and pulled Will to his feet.
Later that evening, when the ocean was quite calm and there was only a very slight breeze to push the ship along its course, Ana found Will staring out at the glassy water. She stepped beside him and asked, "What ails you, Master Turner?" She still had not lost the decorum of her speech, nor the respect for the man who stood beside her. He might have an ungodly hatred for pirates but he had a good heart, that much was clear to her.
Without looking at her, he mumbled something about his father and Jack. "Please speak up, Master Turner, I couldn't hear your grumbling self- pity," she said teasingly. He finally turned to look at her. "Would you have me call you 'Miss Ana' for the rest of your life?" he asked. "Heavens, no. Ana isn't my full name anyways, but it will most certainly do. But that's not the subject tonight," she answered bitterly. "Nor would I have you call me 'Master Turner," was the sullen reply. Ana sighed, she could tell this was going to be a long night. "Alright then, Will, what darkens your thoughts?" she inquired again. "Why would he not say anything about knowing him?" Ana didn't have to ask who or what he was talking about. "Would you have freed him from that cell if he had come out directly and said you were the son of a pirate? From those angry words earlier, I would go so far as to guess you would leave him to rot there." He nodded his head slightly, indicating that he understood her words. "But to keep that from a man..." his voice trailed off into the night breeze.
Ana sighed more deeply and turned her back on the ocean. "If you want to talk about a fair fight, then you should not harbor all of your anger for Jack. I knew your father, too, and I have known you for quite a longer time than he has." Will turned around sharply, a look of utter distrust on his face, "You knew William Turner. How?" Ana breathed in slowly. "Come down to the galley, Will Turner. I'll give you something to eat and answer what you ask.," and once again, Ana led the way, leaving Will no choice but to follow.
Ana's legs were starting to fall asleep from her uncomfortable position inside the barrel when she heard the Interceptor crew returning. 'About time,' she thought, 'Lord, they walk loud enough to wake the dead.' Sure enough, the six men who had returned to retrieve the orders were actually a long ways down the street when Ana heard them first approaching. When they finally reached her, they stood lingering around the five containers. She could feel her temper rising and she put a hand over her mouth to keep from shouting at them. 'If they don't hurry up and take these damn things, Jack will have that ship before I'm on it!'
"Should we check to make sure this is our order?" asked a high pitched voice. Ana giggled silently, 'Some soldier, he sounds just like a little girl!' "She said there would be five parcels and there are five here," said a gruff voice from directly above her, "They're all labeled. These two here must be that second order." Ana heard a thump before feeling the soldier kick her barrel with his boot. "But if you feel it necessary, open them," continued the soldier. Ana crossed her fingers under the tablecloths that were covering her.
She could hear the shifting and prying of wood beside her. "Here's our order. Packaged a bit muddled, isn't it?" asked the same high voice. "She did say she would hurry it along," grunted another. "And what about those?" asked a fourth masculine voice. Ana could feel the presence of legs around her, even through the wood. Silently praying, she gripped the tablecloths as hard as she could until her knuckles turned white. She heard the lid of her barrel pop off and felt the coolness of the fresh air flow inside. "Yessir, textiles, just as it's labeled here," said the gruff voice. Ana heaved a sigh of relief as she heard the lid being replaced above her head. "Best be making way then," she heard the girl voice again.
Suddenly, she felt the world leave from under her and a pair of strong arms hoisted her hiding spot into the air. "Oy, this one is a heavy lot!" exclaimed a husky voice. "She did say the linens would be a heavy load. Can you manage it, Morrison?" "Aye, but wouldn't it be easier to roll it, sir?" 'Oh no, please don't,' Ana thought, 'I don't get seasick, but goodness knows I wouldn't be able to keep my supper if you roll this barrel!' To her relief, the idea was scrapped. Instead, she felt another pair of hands take the bottom of the barrel that Morrison was grasping and tipped it sideways, and Ana was suddenly curled up on her side. 'Well, isn't this interesting?' she thought irritably 'You big sea meddlers had better get a move on or I'll miss my ship!'
After a period that felt like an eternity, she heard the Navy men's boots hit a wooden path. 'We must be at the harbor finally,' she thought. She heard the voice of the commanding officer that had paid her that very afternoon, "Go on and put those on board, men. In the galley." "What of these things, sir?" asked the second man that was helping to carry Ana's barrel. "Put them there, too. It can be sorted out on the water." 'Joy, the galley,' Ana thought, 'Will I ever get myself out of a kitchen?'
Her bearers walked up a plank and she could hear the hollow sound of their steps on the deck. She was bounced around inside the barrel as she was carried down some stairs. She was set down hard on the ship's deck, left to listen to the fading steps of the men that had carried her all the way from her shop. Ana ached with longing to stretch and regain her sea legs. She was rapidly losing feeling in her limbs from remaining in such an awkward position. She could feel the sway of the Interceptor though, and it gave her a peace of mind that she hadn't experienced in many years. Breaking through her thoughts, she heard the sounds of shuffling and yelling. 'I guess it's begun.'
She could hear many feet running around the ship, and suddenly, the ship lurched. 'We're moving,' she thought anxiously, 'Oh, Jack, I really hope you know what you're doing.' She could tell they were moving at a rapid pace, 'Hmm, maybe this ship really is one of the fastest in the Caribbean.' The commotion was getting louder. She felt the ship's body glide to a halt. She didn't understand what was happening, but she had faith in Jack and she knew she just had to be patient.
It seemed like she was stuck in her barrel for years. Suddenly, the ship began to move again and she knew in her heart that Jack had won. She heard a crunching noise of wood splintering somewhere deep beneath her and she was startled. Just to be safe, she stayed in her hiding place for a few more minutes. It was eerily quiet in her surroundings when she lifted herself out of the wooden barrel. She looked around the well-furnished galley before heading up the stairs that lead up to the open deck.
She sighed as she breathed in the salty air. Looking around, she saw Captain Sparrow at the ship's helm, examining his compass. To his right, Will seemed to be trying to repair some nicks in the ship's wood. Striding over to them, she saw both men were wet to the skin and she asked of Jack, "Do I even want to know how you managed it?" Jack grinned slyly and replied, "Ask me no questions and I'll tell ye no lies, love." Will walked over to her and asked, "And you? How is that no one saw you?" Ana shrugged and said simply, "The Navy likes to have their bread." Will looked baffled at this answer and turned away to sit on another barrel that had been left on the upper deck.
A few hours had passed since the commandeering of the Interceptor. The time was spent getting to know the ship and Ana collected her belongings and stored them in a safer place while also familiarizing herself with the galley and organizing the goods that had been brought on board from her shop. It wasn't much, but it would last them until they docked. As she had learned her way around the galley, she thought, 'Kitchens, story of my life,' as she shook her head. She returned to the open air with a wide smile on her face. She saw the nicks in the wood that Mr. Turner had been unsuccessful at repairing. She disappeared below deck for a few moments and returned with a rag, a bucket of water, and a gas lamp. Jack saw these things in her hand and called to her from the helm, "What are you planning to do there?" "Undo the damage that one of you two mischief makers made!" Will looked taken aback at this and Ana assumed it was he who had hacked into the wood.
Again Ana found herself crouching low as she worked diligently on the scarred wood, first applying the oil from the lamp and then wiping it down with the water. Jack still stood at the helm of the ship with his arms draped carelessly across the wheel. Will was sharpening his sword a short distance away. It was he who broke the silence.
"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
"Is that so?" Jack replied, sounding rather bored.
Will pressed on, "My father, Will Turner. And in the jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father." He stood up and looked severely at Jack.
Jack turned around to face him, "I knew 'im. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
Again Will looked bewildered, "Bootstrap?"
Jack slipped a rope around the helm to keep the ship on course, "Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him." At this, Ana stood up and turned to watch the two men. 'I really hope this doesn't turn into a row," she thought. 'But Jack's right, he really does look like him.'
"It's not true, he was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law," was Will's argument. 'Is that what you've been told,' Ana wondered. She approached the men but stayed in the background so as to be able to keep from having to speak.
Jack countered, "He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag."
"My father was not a pirate," Will said through gritted teeth, drawing his sword.
Jack had turned away from him, but he still knew what he was doing, "Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again." Ana wanted to laugh but thought better of it.
"You didn't beat me; you ignored the ruled of engagement. in a fair fight, I'd kill you." Will sounded like a young child determined to get his way.
"Then that's no incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?" Jack grabbed hold of the helm and turned it sharply, causing a low rigging to swing to the opposite side of the boat. As the rigging swung across the deck, Ana bent over calmly, letting it pass smoothly over her head. Will, however, was not so graceful; the rigging caught him full in the middle, pushing him off his feet and dangling him over the ocean water. He struggled to get a tight grip around the broad wood. Ana, somewhat startled by Jack's action, stepped up beside the captain. Jack however looked undisturbed.
"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. And me for example, I could let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all be me onesie, savvy? So..." Jack swung the helm again bringing the rigging back into its original position and letting Will fall to the deck. Jack stood over him with the point of Will's sword aimed at the young man's throat, "Can you sail under the command of a pirate," Jack flipped the sword, offering the hilt to Will, "Or can you not?" Ana went to Will's side and grabbed his wrists. Jack smiled smugly, "Tortuga." Ana heaved with all the force she could muster and pulled Will to his feet.
Later that evening, when the ocean was quite calm and there was only a very slight breeze to push the ship along its course, Ana found Will staring out at the glassy water. She stepped beside him and asked, "What ails you, Master Turner?" She still had not lost the decorum of her speech, nor the respect for the man who stood beside her. He might have an ungodly hatred for pirates but he had a good heart, that much was clear to her.
Without looking at her, he mumbled something about his father and Jack. "Please speak up, Master Turner, I couldn't hear your grumbling self- pity," she said teasingly. He finally turned to look at her. "Would you have me call you 'Miss Ana' for the rest of your life?" he asked. "Heavens, no. Ana isn't my full name anyways, but it will most certainly do. But that's not the subject tonight," she answered bitterly. "Nor would I have you call me 'Master Turner," was the sullen reply. Ana sighed, she could tell this was going to be a long night. "Alright then, Will, what darkens your thoughts?" she inquired again. "Why would he not say anything about knowing him?" Ana didn't have to ask who or what he was talking about. "Would you have freed him from that cell if he had come out directly and said you were the son of a pirate? From those angry words earlier, I would go so far as to guess you would leave him to rot there." He nodded his head slightly, indicating that he understood her words. "But to keep that from a man..." his voice trailed off into the night breeze.
Ana sighed more deeply and turned her back on the ocean. "If you want to talk about a fair fight, then you should not harbor all of your anger for Jack. I knew your father, too, and I have known you for quite a longer time than he has." Will turned around sharply, a look of utter distrust on his face, "You knew William Turner. How?" Ana breathed in slowly. "Come down to the galley, Will Turner. I'll give you something to eat and answer what you ask.," and once again, Ana led the way, leaving Will no choice but to follow.
