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why it's called fanfiction.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter Three: Evil Corsets
You lean back in your chair and slowly take a drink of rum as you and Jacque absorb the past two years of your lives. You can just imagine how much chaos she caused around the Swann manor. Although, it's apparent that her influence has made Lizzy even more rebellious, Jacque herself has acquired the illusion of possessing every aspect of the aristocracy. You smile as you realize how good this new start of a new life was for her. She's no where near as stressed out as she used to be, constantly worrying about her grades and trying to juggle her time between her parents, friends, and overbearing boyfriend. Now it seems that she is really able to enjoy her life, especially with Will Turner added to the mix. You can remember her flushed face as she related the events that had happened earlier that day.
Across the table from you, Jacque is idly spinning her half-empty mug of rum as she thinks about the adventures you'd had over the past two years.
~~~~~~~flash back~~~~~~~
After working your way to Tortuga, you'd spent about two weeks working as a barmaid while you searched for a ship that was willing to take on an inexperienced pirate, let alone a woman. One night, as you passed by one of your tables, you saw two pirates bickering. One looked young, foolhardy, and greedy while the other was in his mid-fifties and seemed to possess the wisdom that only comes from harsh experience. Passing the younger one, you noticed him wink at another barmaid and watched as she stirred something into one of the mugs. For some reason, you couldn't bear to let the old pirate die, so you quickly walked over to the table and pretended to trip as you dropped the empty mugs you were carrying. Kneeling beside the old captain, you urgently whispered in his ear as he picked up the mug.
"Wouldn't be doin' that mate, unless you wanna be stone cold by mornin'."
The pirate nodded and you went back to the bar, knowing that he would be able to take it from there.
Later that night, as you left the bar and headed towards the small room that you'd rented at a nearby inn, you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You'd already figured out how much "fun" it was to deal with drunkards in the middle of the night and did not appreciate the experience. You quickly grabbed the hand and twisted it as hard as you could, pinning the man's arm behind his back. Instead of hearing the usual drunken jabber, the man began to laugh, before he quickly rotated his arm out of your hold. When he turned around and you were able to look at his face you found that it was the old pirate.
"My my." He started with a smile. "It seems that you've got some spirit. No need to worry, lass, I just came to thank ye. I probably wouldn't have found ye if you hadn't been one of the only women here walkin around in pants." You flush as he continued. " Very strange, the only other women I've seen wearing pants are pirates, although you carry no cutlass or pistol."
"What business of it is yours how I dress?" You asked in a harsh voice.
"Now, lass, I meant no disrespect. I just came here to thank you and give you this. " He said and held up a small, jingling pouch. " But, now that I've gotten a better look at ye, I've got a better idea." He paused a moment, for dramatic effect. " How would ye like to join my crew, lass?"
You had been so shocked that you were speechless. The pirate, taking your silence as a no, turned and began to walk back down the alley.
"Wait!" You called, running after him. " Before I accept, I want to know the name of the pirate I sail under."
The pirate smiled. "Why, lass, you'll be sailin' under Cap'n Maru on the Tensiga.
You'd sailed with the Tensiga for almost two years, learning everything there is to know about bein' a pirate. The Cap'n took you under his wing and had been like a father to you over the short time you'd known him. You'd been dropped off in Tortuga with Jacken, the first mate, to see you off. The Cap'n had made arrangements for you to board a merchant ship and sail to Port Royal.
You look up at Jacque as a thought crosses your mind.
"Hey Jac," You say, sitting up. " Do you know when the adventure will start?"
Jacque looks at you questioningly before realizing what you mean. " No, she says. It. doesn't it begin when.John.no. um, Jake. no.Jack! Yes, Jack, something-or-other arrives in Port Royal?"
"Yes, then Norrington proposes to Lizzy and she falls off a cliff." You supply.
"Right," Jacque continues, " Then Jack saves her and.and. Oh my God. I can't remember what happens next, something about pirates attacking and a ship."
"Yeah, and Lizzy ends up on the pirate ship and Will goes after her." You say, racking your brain for the rest of the story.
"Yeah." Jacque says, " So, the story should start soon, 'cause there's been rumors that Norrington's going to propose to Elizabeth going around. Plus, he's going to be promoted to Commodore tomorrow, so he'll be even more influential and able to support her."
"You're right," You say, standing up and stretching. " He'll probably propose to her tomorrow, talk about good timing. Now, it's about one in the morning, and you'd best be getting back to your manor before the Governor notices."
Nodding, Jacque stands up and puts her shoes back on. You both then head down the stairs, through the bar, and onto the dark streets of Port Royal. Like the last time you walked through these streets, you don't meet anyone as you follow Jacque back to the manor. After helping Jacque climb onto the low balcony attached to her room, you head back to the inn to get some sleep.
"Jacque," A far away voice echoes in her dreams. "Jacque, get up."
Groaning, Jacque rolls over, mumbling something that sounded like " I don't wanna go to school today." Shrugging, Elizabeth grabbed the covers and pulls them off the bed, causing Jacque to sit up straight out of shock.
"What do you want 'lizabeth?" She asks in a sleepy voice.
"Well, for one thing, I want to know what, or more specifically, who, kept you out past midnight last night?" Elizabeth asks as she sits down in a chair across the room.
"Well.' Jacque says but is cut off as someone knocks on the door.
"Ladies," Governor Swann calls. "Are you decent?"
Jacque quickly throws on a robe as Elizabeth tightens hers.
"Yes, yes." She calls.
The Governor enters, looking at Jacque, who is still lying on her bed, before walking over to the balcony doors and opening them.
"Still abed at this hour. It's a beautiful day. And, I have a gift for you both." He says as he pulls two wrapped packages from behind his back, opens them, and revels two beautiful new dresses.
"Oh, it's beautiful." Elizabeth exclaims as she picks up her dress.
"Thank you Mr. Swann. " Jacque says as she examines her own dress, quickly noticing the small corset in it.
"You're welcome." The Governor says with a proud smile.
"May I inquire the occasion?" Elizabeth asks cautiously.
"Does a father need a reason to dote on his daughter and her companion?" He said innocently, motioning to the maids to shove the girls behind the dressing screen and help them get dressed. " I.uh, actually hoped that you would wear it for the ceremony today."
Jacque rolls her eyes, knowing there had to be a catch while Elizabeth asks her father exactly what ceremony they had to attend.
"Why, Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony, of course." He replies
"I knew it!" Elizabeth exclaims as her father continues to talk.
"Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become!" The Governor exclaims. "Fine gentleman, don't you think. He fancies you. Elizabeth, How's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." She chokes out as the maids continue to tighten her corset.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." He says casually.
"Well," Jacque manages to say as she receives the same treatment as Elizabeth. " The women in London must have learned not to breathe!"
The Governor left to receive a visitor and the girls' corsets were finally tightened to the maids' liking. After the maids leave, Jacque and Elizabeth wiggle around for a minute, trying to loosen the strings in their corsets to no avail.
"I'm positive that a man invented these." Jacque says as she steps into her dress. " He'd never have to wear it."
"Too true." Elizabeth says as she finishes buttoning up her dress. "I don't see how we'll be able to make it all the way up to the fort. I'm feeling faint as it is."
"Just try to breathe from your diaphragm," Jacque suggests as she opens the door. "It's not as constricting that way."
Elizabeth nods and follows Jacque out the door and down the staircase to find her father talking to Will.
"Elizabeth, Jacque," The Governor says with an approving look. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Will!" Elizabeth exclaims. "It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night."
Jacque smiles as the Governor inquires whether it was entirely proper for her to do.
"About the day we met, remember?" She continues.
"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will replies happily.
"Will," Elizabeth scolds. "How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"
"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always." Will says solemnly.
"There," The Governor says with a huff. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going. Farewell."
"Good day, Mr. Turner." Elizabeth says in a slightly cold voice. As she follows her father out the door.
"Good day," Will says softly as Elizabeth walks away. "Elizabeth."
"Well, it's nice to know that my existence is acknowledged." Jacque says, standing besides Will and snapping him out of his reverie.
"Sorry Jacque." Will says honestly, his eyes still drifting towards the walkway.
"Yeah, right." She replies, walking towards the waiting carriage. " You and I both know that you're head over heels for her."
Jacque continues down the walkway, leaving a slightly stunned Will standing on the doorstep.
Across town, you wander along the docks. Looking out into the bay, you admire the Dauntless that's anchored there. It is a grand ship, but doesn't look to have any speed. You board one of the nearby ships, glad to feel the relaxing rhythm of the waves under your feet. Grabbing an apple that you swiped from a nearby vender, you munch on it and look up towards the fort where cannons are being fired ceremoniously. You shudder and unconsciously rub your right forearm. You'd only been inside a British fort once and didn't want to repeat the experience. Shuddering, you turn to return to the inn, but are stopped by the sight of four soldiers running towards you. Deciding that running would only make you look like you had something to hide, You casually lean on the railing, looking out to the sea.
"You there!" A voice from behind you shouts. "What are you doing?"
You turn around with a surprised look on your face. "Me? I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"
"What are you doing on this ship?" A second soldier asks.
"Oh, I'm sorry." You say innocently. "I was just looking at the ocean. The view is gorgeous from here."
"Civilians are not allowed here." One states in a firm voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just leave then." You say and try to walk away but one of the soldiers grabs your arm. You watch as he takes in your rather disheveled and strange appearance. His eyes scan over your loose, long blonde hair, men's attire, and rest on the pistol and cutlass on a belt beneath your red sash. Sneering, he pulls you closer to him as his other hand comes to your right shirtsleeve. Before you can pull away, he lifts it up to reveal the pink pirate scar that was carved into your wrist and Tensiga's tattoo of a deamonlike dog shadow with red eyes. You kick the soldier holding you and attempt to escape, only to find a three bayonets aimed at your head. Slowly pitting your hands behind your head, one word forms a mantra in your head.
Shit.
A/N: Hey. Ok, so I know that the last chapter had like no plot, but, seeing as this IS, a gift for my friend Jacque, I had to give her something yummy, right? Anyways, I'm gonna try my hardest to update next Saturday, but I'm goin' out of town and if I leave Friday night, I won't be able to get to a computer.
Next Chapter: JACK!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and the whole Black Pearl showin' up thing, but, more importantly- JACK!!!!!!! ^.^
By the way, I'm also an anime fan and Cap'n Maru (short for sesshomaru), Jacken, and Tensiga are all from one of my favorite anime. If you can tell me what anime that it, you'll get to appear in the story!
Bluesywisdom; Ok, to clarify, Jacque's not really good at sword fighting. She only knows a few defensive maneuvers. Even though she's been practicing for 6 months, she can't get out much and had been slightly. distracted. Of course we're good at sword fighting! We're probably as good as Will 'cause , even though he's been doin' it longer, we've got actual experience and care noting of any sort of rules!
Jenn Sparrow: Um. well, if you want to write a story "kinda" like this, you could. Only, you'd just have to reshape the plot so that you only use one or two elements from this fic.
Please Review! I luv knowing what you have to say!
Slightly Hazy
Chapter Three: Evil Corsets
You lean back in your chair and slowly take a drink of rum as you and Jacque absorb the past two years of your lives. You can just imagine how much chaos she caused around the Swann manor. Although, it's apparent that her influence has made Lizzy even more rebellious, Jacque herself has acquired the illusion of possessing every aspect of the aristocracy. You smile as you realize how good this new start of a new life was for her. She's no where near as stressed out as she used to be, constantly worrying about her grades and trying to juggle her time between her parents, friends, and overbearing boyfriend. Now it seems that she is really able to enjoy her life, especially with Will Turner added to the mix. You can remember her flushed face as she related the events that had happened earlier that day.
Across the table from you, Jacque is idly spinning her half-empty mug of rum as she thinks about the adventures you'd had over the past two years.
~~~~~~~flash back~~~~~~~
After working your way to Tortuga, you'd spent about two weeks working as a barmaid while you searched for a ship that was willing to take on an inexperienced pirate, let alone a woman. One night, as you passed by one of your tables, you saw two pirates bickering. One looked young, foolhardy, and greedy while the other was in his mid-fifties and seemed to possess the wisdom that only comes from harsh experience. Passing the younger one, you noticed him wink at another barmaid and watched as she stirred something into one of the mugs. For some reason, you couldn't bear to let the old pirate die, so you quickly walked over to the table and pretended to trip as you dropped the empty mugs you were carrying. Kneeling beside the old captain, you urgently whispered in his ear as he picked up the mug.
"Wouldn't be doin' that mate, unless you wanna be stone cold by mornin'."
The pirate nodded and you went back to the bar, knowing that he would be able to take it from there.
Later that night, as you left the bar and headed towards the small room that you'd rented at a nearby inn, you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You'd already figured out how much "fun" it was to deal with drunkards in the middle of the night and did not appreciate the experience. You quickly grabbed the hand and twisted it as hard as you could, pinning the man's arm behind his back. Instead of hearing the usual drunken jabber, the man began to laugh, before he quickly rotated his arm out of your hold. When he turned around and you were able to look at his face you found that it was the old pirate.
"My my." He started with a smile. "It seems that you've got some spirit. No need to worry, lass, I just came to thank ye. I probably wouldn't have found ye if you hadn't been one of the only women here walkin around in pants." You flush as he continued. " Very strange, the only other women I've seen wearing pants are pirates, although you carry no cutlass or pistol."
"What business of it is yours how I dress?" You asked in a harsh voice.
"Now, lass, I meant no disrespect. I just came here to thank you and give you this. " He said and held up a small, jingling pouch. " But, now that I've gotten a better look at ye, I've got a better idea." He paused a moment, for dramatic effect. " How would ye like to join my crew, lass?"
You had been so shocked that you were speechless. The pirate, taking your silence as a no, turned and began to walk back down the alley.
"Wait!" You called, running after him. " Before I accept, I want to know the name of the pirate I sail under."
The pirate smiled. "Why, lass, you'll be sailin' under Cap'n Maru on the Tensiga.
You'd sailed with the Tensiga for almost two years, learning everything there is to know about bein' a pirate. The Cap'n took you under his wing and had been like a father to you over the short time you'd known him. You'd been dropped off in Tortuga with Jacken, the first mate, to see you off. The Cap'n had made arrangements for you to board a merchant ship and sail to Port Royal.
You look up at Jacque as a thought crosses your mind.
"Hey Jac," You say, sitting up. " Do you know when the adventure will start?"
Jacque looks at you questioningly before realizing what you mean. " No, she says. It. doesn't it begin when.John.no. um, Jake. no.Jack! Yes, Jack, something-or-other arrives in Port Royal?"
"Yes, then Norrington proposes to Lizzy and she falls off a cliff." You supply.
"Right," Jacque continues, " Then Jack saves her and.and. Oh my God. I can't remember what happens next, something about pirates attacking and a ship."
"Yeah, and Lizzy ends up on the pirate ship and Will goes after her." You say, racking your brain for the rest of the story.
"Yeah." Jacque says, " So, the story should start soon, 'cause there's been rumors that Norrington's going to propose to Elizabeth going around. Plus, he's going to be promoted to Commodore tomorrow, so he'll be even more influential and able to support her."
"You're right," You say, standing up and stretching. " He'll probably propose to her tomorrow, talk about good timing. Now, it's about one in the morning, and you'd best be getting back to your manor before the Governor notices."
Nodding, Jacque stands up and puts her shoes back on. You both then head down the stairs, through the bar, and onto the dark streets of Port Royal. Like the last time you walked through these streets, you don't meet anyone as you follow Jacque back to the manor. After helping Jacque climb onto the low balcony attached to her room, you head back to the inn to get some sleep.
"Jacque," A far away voice echoes in her dreams. "Jacque, get up."
Groaning, Jacque rolls over, mumbling something that sounded like " I don't wanna go to school today." Shrugging, Elizabeth grabbed the covers and pulls them off the bed, causing Jacque to sit up straight out of shock.
"What do you want 'lizabeth?" She asks in a sleepy voice.
"Well, for one thing, I want to know what, or more specifically, who, kept you out past midnight last night?" Elizabeth asks as she sits down in a chair across the room.
"Well.' Jacque says but is cut off as someone knocks on the door.
"Ladies," Governor Swann calls. "Are you decent?"
Jacque quickly throws on a robe as Elizabeth tightens hers.
"Yes, yes." She calls.
The Governor enters, looking at Jacque, who is still lying on her bed, before walking over to the balcony doors and opening them.
"Still abed at this hour. It's a beautiful day. And, I have a gift for you both." He says as he pulls two wrapped packages from behind his back, opens them, and revels two beautiful new dresses.
"Oh, it's beautiful." Elizabeth exclaims as she picks up her dress.
"Thank you Mr. Swann. " Jacque says as she examines her own dress, quickly noticing the small corset in it.
"You're welcome." The Governor says with a proud smile.
"May I inquire the occasion?" Elizabeth asks cautiously.
"Does a father need a reason to dote on his daughter and her companion?" He said innocently, motioning to the maids to shove the girls behind the dressing screen and help them get dressed. " I.uh, actually hoped that you would wear it for the ceremony today."
Jacque rolls her eyes, knowing there had to be a catch while Elizabeth asks her father exactly what ceremony they had to attend.
"Why, Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony, of course." He replies
"I knew it!" Elizabeth exclaims as her father continues to talk.
"Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become!" The Governor exclaims. "Fine gentleman, don't you think. He fancies you. Elizabeth, How's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." She chokes out as the maids continue to tighten her corset.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." He says casually.
"Well," Jacque manages to say as she receives the same treatment as Elizabeth. " The women in London must have learned not to breathe!"
The Governor left to receive a visitor and the girls' corsets were finally tightened to the maids' liking. After the maids leave, Jacque and Elizabeth wiggle around for a minute, trying to loosen the strings in their corsets to no avail.
"I'm positive that a man invented these." Jacque says as she steps into her dress. " He'd never have to wear it."
"Too true." Elizabeth says as she finishes buttoning up her dress. "I don't see how we'll be able to make it all the way up to the fort. I'm feeling faint as it is."
"Just try to breathe from your diaphragm," Jacque suggests as she opens the door. "It's not as constricting that way."
Elizabeth nods and follows Jacque out the door and down the staircase to find her father talking to Will.
"Elizabeth, Jacque," The Governor says with an approving look. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Will!" Elizabeth exclaims. "It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night."
Jacque smiles as the Governor inquires whether it was entirely proper for her to do.
"About the day we met, remember?" She continues.
"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will replies happily.
"Will," Elizabeth scolds. "How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"
"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always." Will says solemnly.
"There," The Governor says with a huff. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going. Farewell."
"Good day, Mr. Turner." Elizabeth says in a slightly cold voice. As she follows her father out the door.
"Good day," Will says softly as Elizabeth walks away. "Elizabeth."
"Well, it's nice to know that my existence is acknowledged." Jacque says, standing besides Will and snapping him out of his reverie.
"Sorry Jacque." Will says honestly, his eyes still drifting towards the walkway.
"Yeah, right." She replies, walking towards the waiting carriage. " You and I both know that you're head over heels for her."
Jacque continues down the walkway, leaving a slightly stunned Will standing on the doorstep.
Across town, you wander along the docks. Looking out into the bay, you admire the Dauntless that's anchored there. It is a grand ship, but doesn't look to have any speed. You board one of the nearby ships, glad to feel the relaxing rhythm of the waves under your feet. Grabbing an apple that you swiped from a nearby vender, you munch on it and look up towards the fort where cannons are being fired ceremoniously. You shudder and unconsciously rub your right forearm. You'd only been inside a British fort once and didn't want to repeat the experience. Shuddering, you turn to return to the inn, but are stopped by the sight of four soldiers running towards you. Deciding that running would only make you look like you had something to hide, You casually lean on the railing, looking out to the sea.
"You there!" A voice from behind you shouts. "What are you doing?"
You turn around with a surprised look on your face. "Me? I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"
"What are you doing on this ship?" A second soldier asks.
"Oh, I'm sorry." You say innocently. "I was just looking at the ocean. The view is gorgeous from here."
"Civilians are not allowed here." One states in a firm voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just leave then." You say and try to walk away but one of the soldiers grabs your arm. You watch as he takes in your rather disheveled and strange appearance. His eyes scan over your loose, long blonde hair, men's attire, and rest on the pistol and cutlass on a belt beneath your red sash. Sneering, he pulls you closer to him as his other hand comes to your right shirtsleeve. Before you can pull away, he lifts it up to reveal the pink pirate scar that was carved into your wrist and Tensiga's tattoo of a deamonlike dog shadow with red eyes. You kick the soldier holding you and attempt to escape, only to find a three bayonets aimed at your head. Slowly pitting your hands behind your head, one word forms a mantra in your head.
Shit.
A/N: Hey. Ok, so I know that the last chapter had like no plot, but, seeing as this IS, a gift for my friend Jacque, I had to give her something yummy, right? Anyways, I'm gonna try my hardest to update next Saturday, but I'm goin' out of town and if I leave Friday night, I won't be able to get to a computer.
Next Chapter: JACK!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and the whole Black Pearl showin' up thing, but, more importantly- JACK!!!!!!! ^.^
By the way, I'm also an anime fan and Cap'n Maru (short for sesshomaru), Jacken, and Tensiga are all from one of my favorite anime. If you can tell me what anime that it, you'll get to appear in the story!
Bluesywisdom; Ok, to clarify, Jacque's not really good at sword fighting. She only knows a few defensive maneuvers. Even though she's been practicing for 6 months, she can't get out much and had been slightly. distracted. Of course we're good at sword fighting! We're probably as good as Will 'cause , even though he's been doin' it longer, we've got actual experience and care noting of any sort of rules!
Jenn Sparrow: Um. well, if you want to write a story "kinda" like this, you could. Only, you'd just have to reshape the plot so that you only use one or two elements from this fic.
Please Review! I luv knowing what you have to say!