Hehe. Here's Chapter 2!! Kind of excited that this story is doing well in
my head. I really didn't expect many people to read this story but I guess
they did because people made me happy and reviewed a lot yesterday!
Another thing is that my first reviewer *grin* Love You for reviewing... *grin* she asked if Jack Sparrow would be in this particular fic. But of course he will be! What's a Pirates of The Caribbean fic without dear ole Jack there to make you laugh with his mad antics? **here's to high hopes that I CAN make you laugh because that is yet to be seen.**
ONE LAST NOTE, promise! My French got messed up last chapter. I finally got my 'teacher' to help me out. AKA mah brother, genius that he is and I'm in the process of fixing it as best as I can. Just pardon the bad translations I did.
Chapter 2:
Will found it strange that he didn't wake up to Patricia making a harsh and loud racket the next morning. Usually he'd lie in his bed while the dawn started to creep into his room and chuckle silently as Patricia tried her hardest on working alone on some orders. Unfortunately, as much as she was a wonderful helper and could actually make some of the best products from the shoppe, she made a lot of noise and looked so animated if she did it on her own. If he was there with her, she'd be a bit more serene but if Will decided to just watch her in the early mornings as he did often behind the crack of the door, he would have quite a show as Patricia simultaneously to make tea, blades, and biscuits and managed to make all of them relatively well. He looked at his ceiling in wonder of her multi-tasking skills.
"Maybe that's why she's so good at sword fighting..." he murmured, smiling. He stretched out on his bed and sat up as his arm reached to grab a new white shirt hanging on the chair. He took a whiff of it and realized that Patricia had washed it. He put it on and walked downstairs expecting to find her at the table sipping some drink she concocted but she wasn't there.
"Patricia?" he called looking around for her but only found a letter on the counter by a plate of food.
Will, Toulousse asked me to the ship for the day and I accepted. He thinks it'll take me a WHOLE day to ready for that party! Am I THAT hard to make decent enough to go to that stupid party?!? Well, I'll be out all day so I made you breakfast and you're on your own for lunch. I'll meet you over at the Commodore's house (why do I want to say 'of torture'?) at about eight o' clock. Don't be late! Your formals are hanging in my room. I cleaned them last night. And the invitation is here as well so use that as your ticket inside. Love Always, Patricia
Post Script... If you choose not to show up, I would understand.
He turned over the paper and saw a gold-embossed invitation attached to the back. He tugged slightly on the envelop and scanned the invitation, feeling his stomach nauseating as he saw Elizabeth's name attached to Norrington. He looked over to the P.S. on Patricia's letter and just pushed the nausea aside.
"This is to make sure I'll get over her," he murmured, before turning to eat his food and returning to the work still to be done for the day.
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Patricia walked out of the shoppe locking the door behind her as she walked through Port Royale's streets on the way to the port. As she rounded a corner, she saw a sleeping figure on the next block half hidden by barrel's standing by some stores. As she drew nearer she saw that it was a man in shabby clothing, his black hair twisted and tied about in beads, holding his hat in what seems like an iron grip. Patricia stopped as she saw him, biting her lip. He looked homeless. She gently remembered about the days before she was taken into the blacksmithe shoppe when her father had died. She was just as without shelter as that man and she felt like she had to help him.
Patricia down beside the man and her breath caught. Regardless of his dirty state and the kohl-shaded eyes, he was actually quite handsome. She was about to reach down and wake him up when suddenly his arm shot out and grabbed her hand.
"What do you think you're doing, love?" the man grinned. "Not too wonderful an idea to be kneeling down besides strange men at such early hours."
"I... I was..." Patricia's heart was beating rapidly as she tried to speak. His sudden awareness took her by surprise and had scared the living daylights out of her.
"You were what, dear?"
"I..." Her eyes went down to his wrist and saw a burned mark and a tattoo. "A sparrow?" She looked at him strangely. "Are you Jack Sparrow?"
"I gather you heard of me..."
"Of course, I have! My father told me the most marvelous stories about the daring Jack Sparrow, the greatest pirate of the Caribbean!" Jack laughed at the girl's excitement in meeting him. He looked her over, and smirked.
'It's been quite awhile,' he thought, his body stirring at the sight of her breasts. 'Maybe this one will...'
"Are you really him?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"But of course, love. And what might your name be?" She stood up and helped Jack stand as well. His body staggered for a second as if rotating on his ankles.
"My name is Patricia Taylor. Would you care for a drink?" Her hand still held his as she pulled him to a 24 hour pub down the street.
"Aww, you shouldn't have dearie."
Patricia grinned at her luck. To finally meet the man her father raved about when she was younger was like having her father back before... before the accident that she didn't want to think about at that moment. She just watched Jack stagger through the streets as if drunk though she couldn't smell that much alcohol on him.
As they got in a booth, Patricia sat back on her seat across him she realized that many on the pub patrons were staring at them. She frowned and realized she was the only female in the room.
"Jack, hide that tattoo..." she said under her breath as his sleeve fell back while he drank a cup of hot coffee revealing the picture of a bird.
"And why should I, Tricia?" He put his arm down and reluctantly followed her advice.
"Pirates are not well-taken... anywhere in British waters." Jack laughed, heartily.
"That's what makes a pirate quite so fun. Just the fact that your existence annoys half of Great Britain's empire leaves a bit of satisfaction in yah." He toasted her with his mug as she giggled.
"I'm on the other half. I happen to LIKE pirates." She smiled at him as she saw him wink. "My... friend... Will, doesn't think too highly of you though. He has the same ideas of pirates as does the British fleet." Jack saw the moment of emotions flash in her eyes when he mentioned the boy's name.
"Will... What be his whole name, peach?" he asked.
"Will Turner." Jack choked mid-swallow of his drink. He looked at her surprised.
"Will Turner? That will be short for William, I measure. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for his father, right? " he asked thinking pensively.
"If you mean if he was named after his father, then yes." Jack leaned back, thoughtfully. As if Patricia could read his mind, she said, "Would you like to meet him?" Jack leaned in again, his face an inch from hers.
"Would that be too much trouble?"
"Not at all. There's a party tonight. He'll be there as shall I. I was just on my way to get ready when I passed by you. Would you like to escort me to the occasion?" she asked her eyes gleaming.
"But of course, my lady," he answered taking her hand and pressed his lips on it. She blushed and snatched her hand away.
"You'll need some other clothing. It's at the commodore's house and pirates are not exactly welcome," she frowned. "You'll have to come with me to the French ship. Toulousse wouldn't mind you. In fact, he'll be ecstatic to meet you. Just don't let the other sailors know who or WHAT you are."
"Don't worry, love. I trust you can hide that little 'flaw' in my resume." He grabbed at two loaves of bread and took large bites from them. He grinned at her showing his teeth and she good-naturedly cringed as she spied the bits of bread in his teeth.
"That's disgusting, Jack," she snickered.
"Says you," he quipped. "But I do beg your pardon on my lack of table etiquette." She just shrugged and watched him devour and finish his meal. She beamed at him and finally stood up when he was done.
"You eat quite a lot. Well, I guess it's time to go to the ship. I'm late enough as it is."
"Which ship?"
"L'Mer Rouge," she answered.
"Then I shall lead the way, m'lady." He started walking out of the door but stopped so suddenly in mid-step that he leaned over as if almost falling then righted himself. He turned and winked at Patricia. "But not without my effects." He grabbed the hat he left on the table as well as his belt and then continued his walk out with Patricia laughing as she followed.
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Okay.. that was the second chapter. I had like how much reviews in ONE day that I just HAD to force myself to work and get this thing done so I could make YOU reviewers happy because y'all made my day yesterday. Sheesus Jack is one HARD character to put out. I'll work on him, don't worry, if you think he was god-awful here. It was the first time I ever tried writing him. *grin* Will someone PLEASE enlighten me on Norrington's first name?!?!
"That still doesn't explain why the rum is gone!" - Capt. Jack Sparrow
Another thing is that my first reviewer *grin* Love You for reviewing... *grin* she asked if Jack Sparrow would be in this particular fic. But of course he will be! What's a Pirates of The Caribbean fic without dear ole Jack there to make you laugh with his mad antics? **here's to high hopes that I CAN make you laugh because that is yet to be seen.**
ONE LAST NOTE, promise! My French got messed up last chapter. I finally got my 'teacher' to help me out. AKA mah brother, genius that he is and I'm in the process of fixing it as best as I can. Just pardon the bad translations I did.
Chapter 2:
Will found it strange that he didn't wake up to Patricia making a harsh and loud racket the next morning. Usually he'd lie in his bed while the dawn started to creep into his room and chuckle silently as Patricia tried her hardest on working alone on some orders. Unfortunately, as much as she was a wonderful helper and could actually make some of the best products from the shoppe, she made a lot of noise and looked so animated if she did it on her own. If he was there with her, she'd be a bit more serene but if Will decided to just watch her in the early mornings as he did often behind the crack of the door, he would have quite a show as Patricia simultaneously to make tea, blades, and biscuits and managed to make all of them relatively well. He looked at his ceiling in wonder of her multi-tasking skills.
"Maybe that's why she's so good at sword fighting..." he murmured, smiling. He stretched out on his bed and sat up as his arm reached to grab a new white shirt hanging on the chair. He took a whiff of it and realized that Patricia had washed it. He put it on and walked downstairs expecting to find her at the table sipping some drink she concocted but she wasn't there.
"Patricia?" he called looking around for her but only found a letter on the counter by a plate of food.
Will, Toulousse asked me to the ship for the day and I accepted. He thinks it'll take me a WHOLE day to ready for that party! Am I THAT hard to make decent enough to go to that stupid party?!? Well, I'll be out all day so I made you breakfast and you're on your own for lunch. I'll meet you over at the Commodore's house (why do I want to say 'of torture'?) at about eight o' clock. Don't be late! Your formals are hanging in my room. I cleaned them last night. And the invitation is here as well so use that as your ticket inside. Love Always, Patricia
Post Script... If you choose not to show up, I would understand.
He turned over the paper and saw a gold-embossed invitation attached to the back. He tugged slightly on the envelop and scanned the invitation, feeling his stomach nauseating as he saw Elizabeth's name attached to Norrington. He looked over to the P.S. on Patricia's letter and just pushed the nausea aside.
"This is to make sure I'll get over her," he murmured, before turning to eat his food and returning to the work still to be done for the day.
***
Patricia walked out of the shoppe locking the door behind her as she walked through Port Royale's streets on the way to the port. As she rounded a corner, she saw a sleeping figure on the next block half hidden by barrel's standing by some stores. As she drew nearer she saw that it was a man in shabby clothing, his black hair twisted and tied about in beads, holding his hat in what seems like an iron grip. Patricia stopped as she saw him, biting her lip. He looked homeless. She gently remembered about the days before she was taken into the blacksmithe shoppe when her father had died. She was just as without shelter as that man and she felt like she had to help him.
Patricia down beside the man and her breath caught. Regardless of his dirty state and the kohl-shaded eyes, he was actually quite handsome. She was about to reach down and wake him up when suddenly his arm shot out and grabbed her hand.
"What do you think you're doing, love?" the man grinned. "Not too wonderful an idea to be kneeling down besides strange men at such early hours."
"I... I was..." Patricia's heart was beating rapidly as she tried to speak. His sudden awareness took her by surprise and had scared the living daylights out of her.
"You were what, dear?"
"I..." Her eyes went down to his wrist and saw a burned mark and a tattoo. "A sparrow?" She looked at him strangely. "Are you Jack Sparrow?"
"I gather you heard of me..."
"Of course, I have! My father told me the most marvelous stories about the daring Jack Sparrow, the greatest pirate of the Caribbean!" Jack laughed at the girl's excitement in meeting him. He looked her over, and smirked.
'It's been quite awhile,' he thought, his body stirring at the sight of her breasts. 'Maybe this one will...'
"Are you really him?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"But of course, love. And what might your name be?" She stood up and helped Jack stand as well. His body staggered for a second as if rotating on his ankles.
"My name is Patricia Taylor. Would you care for a drink?" Her hand still held his as she pulled him to a 24 hour pub down the street.
"Aww, you shouldn't have dearie."
Patricia grinned at her luck. To finally meet the man her father raved about when she was younger was like having her father back before... before the accident that she didn't want to think about at that moment. She just watched Jack stagger through the streets as if drunk though she couldn't smell that much alcohol on him.
As they got in a booth, Patricia sat back on her seat across him she realized that many on the pub patrons were staring at them. She frowned and realized she was the only female in the room.
"Jack, hide that tattoo..." she said under her breath as his sleeve fell back while he drank a cup of hot coffee revealing the picture of a bird.
"And why should I, Tricia?" He put his arm down and reluctantly followed her advice.
"Pirates are not well-taken... anywhere in British waters." Jack laughed, heartily.
"That's what makes a pirate quite so fun. Just the fact that your existence annoys half of Great Britain's empire leaves a bit of satisfaction in yah." He toasted her with his mug as she giggled.
"I'm on the other half. I happen to LIKE pirates." She smiled at him as she saw him wink. "My... friend... Will, doesn't think too highly of you though. He has the same ideas of pirates as does the British fleet." Jack saw the moment of emotions flash in her eyes when he mentioned the boy's name.
"Will... What be his whole name, peach?" he asked.
"Will Turner." Jack choked mid-swallow of his drink. He looked at her surprised.
"Will Turner? That will be short for William, I measure. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for his father, right? " he asked thinking pensively.
"If you mean if he was named after his father, then yes." Jack leaned back, thoughtfully. As if Patricia could read his mind, she said, "Would you like to meet him?" Jack leaned in again, his face an inch from hers.
"Would that be too much trouble?"
"Not at all. There's a party tonight. He'll be there as shall I. I was just on my way to get ready when I passed by you. Would you like to escort me to the occasion?" she asked her eyes gleaming.
"But of course, my lady," he answered taking her hand and pressed his lips on it. She blushed and snatched her hand away.
"You'll need some other clothing. It's at the commodore's house and pirates are not exactly welcome," she frowned. "You'll have to come with me to the French ship. Toulousse wouldn't mind you. In fact, he'll be ecstatic to meet you. Just don't let the other sailors know who or WHAT you are."
"Don't worry, love. I trust you can hide that little 'flaw' in my resume." He grabbed at two loaves of bread and took large bites from them. He grinned at her showing his teeth and she good-naturedly cringed as she spied the bits of bread in his teeth.
"That's disgusting, Jack," she snickered.
"Says you," he quipped. "But I do beg your pardon on my lack of table etiquette." She just shrugged and watched him devour and finish his meal. She beamed at him and finally stood up when he was done.
"You eat quite a lot. Well, I guess it's time to go to the ship. I'm late enough as it is."
"Which ship?"
"L'Mer Rouge," she answered.
"Then I shall lead the way, m'lady." He started walking out of the door but stopped so suddenly in mid-step that he leaned over as if almost falling then righted himself. He turned and winked at Patricia. "But not without my effects." He grabbed the hat he left on the table as well as his belt and then continued his walk out with Patricia laughing as she followed.
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Okay.. that was the second chapter. I had like how much reviews in ONE day that I just HAD to force myself to work and get this thing done so I could make YOU reviewers happy because y'all made my day yesterday. Sheesus Jack is one HARD character to put out. I'll work on him, don't worry, if you think he was god-awful here. It was the first time I ever tried writing him. *grin* Will someone PLEASE enlighten me on Norrington's first name?!?!
"That still doesn't explain why the rum is gone!" - Capt. Jack Sparrow