Chapter One: The End of Illusions
The Raven's Song
LunarianPrincess
This is the first installment of the Songs of the Sea arc. Don't worry, they are stand alone, but they all fit together. This is an AnamariaOC. I would appreciate all the feedback you have. I am working on the Jack/OC fic but he is so hard to capture, I'm doing my best, I should post it in a week or two. The first couple of chapters will be Will and Jack then switch to Anamaria and her new interest. Thank you for being patient!
Jack and Will are reunited, but under less than pleasurable circumstances, basically a side romance and introductions to the characters.
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He stood at the helm of the Black Pearl savoring the freedom and controlled power of the ship. The sun shone on his back as he sailed away from new acquaintances and experiences. He knew he was getting soft he had truly enjoyed Will's naïve charm. He had liked Elizabeth but knew she would not be content in the Caribbean any longer. He knew the feeling, he was getting restless, he needed a new adventure. Jack blissfully sailed off, fully satisfied with the eventual loyalty of his crew. The sun shone benevolently on the cheering scene, a motley crew of pirates, in ranging ages and sizes. He was surrounded by loyal friends and he had his ship back and he was happy, just as he knew the whelp was, beyond a doubt, content. He gladly sailed out of Port Royal and decided to stay away from the island, and away from the British Navy. They would follow him, it was only a matter of time before they set sail after the Pearl. For the Pearl was the only true remaining existing threat to the British Navy's domination of the Caribbean.
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William Turner could not believe his good luck, even after everything she had learned about him, Elizabeth still wanted to be with him. He was headed for the blacksmith shop, he now owned it, Brown, the former owner had retired and left Will the shop. After the entire adventure his shop was in wide demand among the islanders. He worked hard and was very dedicated to giving the best service to his customers. He soon developed a habit of looking out at the sea, becoming distracted and disoriented. He realized he longed to return to the sea, he was slightly confused, he had never felt this restlessness before, why now. He then formulated the idea of buying a boat, though he never revealed his wish to his fiancé.
He continued to work while they set a date for the wedding. Elizabeth had recruited some of the islands matrons, she wanted to a have a lavish wedding befitting her station. Will and Elizabeth rarely had time to spend together. One day, Elizabeth had escaped the group of women who were constantly surrounding her and made her way towards the blacksmith shop. She swept in to find will hard at work over the anvil. As always, she felt a pang of resentment when she saw him doing manual labor, she had grown up in a world where people had enough money to laze about all day.
What perturbed her was the fact that Will didn't mind the work, he actually claimed to enjoy it, to her this was unthinkable. She strode towards him, expecting him to drop what he was doing and do what she wanted. He glanced up when she got close to him, his eyes widened before an expression of admiration covered his face. He beamed at her, and set aside his work. He pulled his gloves off and set them aside, he swiftly drew her against him and covered her lips with his own, after a second he pulled away.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned happily.
"I decided that today that I could not bear being away from you any longer, and I figured you felt the same, so we can have a picnic." She stated effusively, grinning at him, proud of her idea. He looked slightly shocked. He glanced between her and his anvil.
"Elizabeth you know I'd love to, but I just got a very big commission, and I must finish it, it is a very big order, it will be quite a bit of work" he responded looking at her apologetically.
They decided that they would get married in 6 months. He had quite a sum accumulated before he decided to tell Elizabeth of his intentions. He had enough money to keep her happy and buy a boat. He just was waiting to commission the making of a boat. It was a month before the wedding, the Swanns were having William over for dinner, and he decided to tell her. After dinner the young couple sat in the library.
"Will, I..."
"Elizabeth, I..." they both began, Will, being the gentleman gestured for her to go first but she demurred. He smiled at her meekness, since he was not used to her being this compliant.
"Elizabeth, after we marry I would like to buy a ship and become a merchant," he stated quietly, he looked at her sure she would approve of his idea. His heart plummeted when he saw her look of abject horror.
"Will, my father just found out that he has inherited the ancestral estate, he was planning on sending us there to live, since he is the governor here, we should leave this week." She said, she was astonished, Will had never shown an obsession for the sea as she had. After her experience she had become calmer, having gotten that out of her system. She though returning to London would be wonderful; new people, new places, new clothes. She was confused, he wanted the adventure now? She suddenly remembered that they loved each other, he would give up his foolish fancy of sailing if she asked.
"So soon, but how could we leave so soon, what about my shop, when did you find out? I still think we should stay here."
"Well, Will, we will just go to England, if we get there and you still want a ship we can buy a small yacht," Elizabeth said patronizingly. Before Will responded he thought about what he wanted from life and if he could live in England again.
"I am sorry Elizabeth, but this isn't some fleeting fancy, I have come to terms with who I am. The sea is in my veins now it calls to me, won't you answer its call with me." He looked at her adoringly, not understanding the angry flush that spread across her cheeks.
"Will, I am sick of the sea, I have lived here for nearly a dozen years, I long for the solid land of London, where pirates come in novels and adventure is in glamorous ballrooms, I long to return to my home. Come with me, please," Elizabeth had stood and turned to look at her fiancée. She was indignant, how could he think of not coming, he was from England too.
"I don't think so Elizabeth, maybe after a nights sleep we can think of a compromise," He looked crestfallen, he loved Elizabeth, but he belonged on the sea, couldn't she understand that.
"Well, Mr. Turner I thought you loved me, but apparently not. I no longer think I can bear your presence please leave," she bit out, cruelly proper and stiff. She glared at Will he reached out to her but she turned smartly and flounced out the room.
Please read and review, I would like some feed back on where you want the story to go. Next chap I'll try to have more Jack POV, but only if you tell me what you want to happen! Please review, I'll give you a cookie, well a virtual one, anyways. Bye ^_-
The Raven's Song
LunarianPrincess
This is the first installment of the Songs of the Sea arc. Don't worry, they are stand alone, but they all fit together. This is an AnamariaOC. I would appreciate all the feedback you have. I am working on the Jack/OC fic but he is so hard to capture, I'm doing my best, I should post it in a week or two. The first couple of chapters will be Will and Jack then switch to Anamaria and her new interest. Thank you for being patient!
Jack and Will are reunited, but under less than pleasurable circumstances, basically a side romance and introductions to the characters.
~
He stood at the helm of the Black Pearl savoring the freedom and controlled power of the ship. The sun shone on his back as he sailed away from new acquaintances and experiences. He knew he was getting soft he had truly enjoyed Will's naïve charm. He had liked Elizabeth but knew she would not be content in the Caribbean any longer. He knew the feeling, he was getting restless, he needed a new adventure. Jack blissfully sailed off, fully satisfied with the eventual loyalty of his crew. The sun shone benevolently on the cheering scene, a motley crew of pirates, in ranging ages and sizes. He was surrounded by loyal friends and he had his ship back and he was happy, just as he knew the whelp was, beyond a doubt, content. He gladly sailed out of Port Royal and decided to stay away from the island, and away from the British Navy. They would follow him, it was only a matter of time before they set sail after the Pearl. For the Pearl was the only true remaining existing threat to the British Navy's domination of the Caribbean.
~
William Turner could not believe his good luck, even after everything she had learned about him, Elizabeth still wanted to be with him. He was headed for the blacksmith shop, he now owned it, Brown, the former owner had retired and left Will the shop. After the entire adventure his shop was in wide demand among the islanders. He worked hard and was very dedicated to giving the best service to his customers. He soon developed a habit of looking out at the sea, becoming distracted and disoriented. He realized he longed to return to the sea, he was slightly confused, he had never felt this restlessness before, why now. He then formulated the idea of buying a boat, though he never revealed his wish to his fiancé.
He continued to work while they set a date for the wedding. Elizabeth had recruited some of the islands matrons, she wanted to a have a lavish wedding befitting her station. Will and Elizabeth rarely had time to spend together. One day, Elizabeth had escaped the group of women who were constantly surrounding her and made her way towards the blacksmith shop. She swept in to find will hard at work over the anvil. As always, she felt a pang of resentment when she saw him doing manual labor, she had grown up in a world where people had enough money to laze about all day.
What perturbed her was the fact that Will didn't mind the work, he actually claimed to enjoy it, to her this was unthinkable. She strode towards him, expecting him to drop what he was doing and do what she wanted. He glanced up when she got close to him, his eyes widened before an expression of admiration covered his face. He beamed at her, and set aside his work. He pulled his gloves off and set them aside, he swiftly drew her against him and covered her lips with his own, after a second he pulled away.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned happily.
"I decided that today that I could not bear being away from you any longer, and I figured you felt the same, so we can have a picnic." She stated effusively, grinning at him, proud of her idea. He looked slightly shocked. He glanced between her and his anvil.
"Elizabeth you know I'd love to, but I just got a very big commission, and I must finish it, it is a very big order, it will be quite a bit of work" he responded looking at her apologetically.
They decided that they would get married in 6 months. He had quite a sum accumulated before he decided to tell Elizabeth of his intentions. He had enough money to keep her happy and buy a boat. He just was waiting to commission the making of a boat. It was a month before the wedding, the Swanns were having William over for dinner, and he decided to tell her. After dinner the young couple sat in the library.
"Will, I..."
"Elizabeth, I..." they both began, Will, being the gentleman gestured for her to go first but she demurred. He smiled at her meekness, since he was not used to her being this compliant.
"Elizabeth, after we marry I would like to buy a ship and become a merchant," he stated quietly, he looked at her sure she would approve of his idea. His heart plummeted when he saw her look of abject horror.
"Will, my father just found out that he has inherited the ancestral estate, he was planning on sending us there to live, since he is the governor here, we should leave this week." She said, she was astonished, Will had never shown an obsession for the sea as she had. After her experience she had become calmer, having gotten that out of her system. She though returning to London would be wonderful; new people, new places, new clothes. She was confused, he wanted the adventure now? She suddenly remembered that they loved each other, he would give up his foolish fancy of sailing if she asked.
"So soon, but how could we leave so soon, what about my shop, when did you find out? I still think we should stay here."
"Well, Will, we will just go to England, if we get there and you still want a ship we can buy a small yacht," Elizabeth said patronizingly. Before Will responded he thought about what he wanted from life and if he could live in England again.
"I am sorry Elizabeth, but this isn't some fleeting fancy, I have come to terms with who I am. The sea is in my veins now it calls to me, won't you answer its call with me." He looked at her adoringly, not understanding the angry flush that spread across her cheeks.
"Will, I am sick of the sea, I have lived here for nearly a dozen years, I long for the solid land of London, where pirates come in novels and adventure is in glamorous ballrooms, I long to return to my home. Come with me, please," Elizabeth had stood and turned to look at her fiancée. She was indignant, how could he think of not coming, he was from England too.
"I don't think so Elizabeth, maybe after a nights sleep we can think of a compromise," He looked crestfallen, he loved Elizabeth, but he belonged on the sea, couldn't she understand that.
"Well, Mr. Turner I thought you loved me, but apparently not. I no longer think I can bear your presence please leave," she bit out, cruelly proper and stiff. She glared at Will he reached out to her but she turned smartly and flounced out the room.
Please read and review, I would like some feed back on where you want the story to go. Next chap I'll try to have more Jack POV, but only if you tell me what you want to happen! Please review, I'll give you a cookie, well a virtual one, anyways. Bye ^_-