Why Hello there ^^
Before we begin this trifle of a story I would very much like to make aware those of you who do not find male couples and entertaining read that this is, indeed a slash piece of fiction. However, there are no graphical scenes to offend you.
I own none of the characters used in this piece of writing.
I have thought a lot on the manner in which Captain Jack Sparrow would conduct himself in situations such as the ones I have prepared for him. As he is quite a comical character, I think we may agree, romance on his part may not be completely to his character. I as a loyal fan shall attempt to uphold this character as much as possible.
With nothing else to warn you of, I hope you enjoy this story and do not attack me too much for its consequences.
^^ No other A/N'll be written this way! ^^ far too formal!
( If you're reading this for the second time, you'll know that I've compacted it a bit. This is because I myself have stories which are not to the point. And so, my friends, I give you this hope through the storm - Jack now appears in the first chapter..kind of. The next chapter shall kick off the story - not sure if the love thing will come to any conclusion. eyes peeled though ^^)
(To my two first reviewers of this story: Thank you.
kanakuchikan (Sad_Destroyer@hotmail.com)
OMG, that sailors slang is horrible..^^
But the rest of this story is very very fine. ^^ I really like your way of writing, so go on, please?
~kana~
Thank you so much - I changed that horrible error just for you ^^
Angel Tomoe Hotaru
WAI! Wow, first POTC fic I've read, and I love it! Great imagery, reminds me of the writing of some of my favourite authors ^^ I hope you update soon, otherwise I'll have to send lots of emails or AIM messages until you do ^-^
~Hota
Yeay! I feel special now! I hope you enjoy this revised stuff. it's longer! Huzzah! )
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Bits and Pieces: Getting There
**
It wasn't what he had hoped it would be. She was not what he had hoped she would be. The rebellion in his young wife seemed to die as the golden band slid over the fine flesh of her finger and she became spoiled by thoughts of children and the life of any proper married woman. No longer was she the woman who dwelt among pirates, who could adjust to any situation by any means. Now she demanded what every other woman and her family had; a mundane love; smiles kept specifically for parties, to show just how in love they were; dinners with her own class and the unspeakable, deafening control that every woman has over her beloved husband - merely giving a glance of disapproval that could end a night's worth of conversation.
They lived like the sun and moon, always in parallel with one another, drifting quietly side by side until the end of time. Aimless. Settled. But with no contentment at all.
And he would fight with his life to get it.
What was it that he was going to get?
He knew. To get to him was another matter, but to see the man who fell out of his life with only a compliment to his rather ridiculous hat, he would go to any length as long as it would involve a fleet get away to Tortuga.
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It had taken a month or so to plan the perfect getaway. Had he hated her it may have been easier, walking off into the night after a long brawl, without a care who knew seemed like heaven. However, being the honorable man that he had always prided himself on being, there was the challenge of simply disappearing with no word of farewell and no mark upon the name of Swann, but there in the mind all but paralyzed by desperation was will and the answer.
After long nights walking the port after days of work and dreading his return home William Turner found his salvation..
A small trade boat, almost resembling a floating rust bucket crewed by one man, left just hours before dawn each morning, bringing wine, fine material and interesting objects which, apparently, were "not to be found in any shop or ship".
He had taken things only belonging to him that day, leaving for work at the same time as he had every morning after two hours of sleep, leaving Elizabeth to wonder if she would see him at all that evening. The items chosen consisted of two pouches in which, in each, exactly half of his earned money was divided, and a necklace laced with gems of peacock blues and greens that he had planned to give to his wife for their upcoming second anniversary. He had planned to follow the stout owner of the boat to whichever bar or inn it was that he rested, drank or looked for pleasure in and trade some money and the precious gift for a place of his boat, a venture to Tortuga and his silence.
He followed every simple detail exactly.
The inn selected was particularly mangy of course, found only through a system of dark alleyways and muddy roads, an assault on the senses with garish laughter, dim lighting and putrid smells of sex and rum - not the bitter sweet rum found on the breath of Captain Jack Sparrow, but the drink which set the insides of any hardened man alight and quite possibly resulted in premature blindness.
After tripping over the various bodies on the floor and squinting in the murky light, Will came to the ruddy - faced man who was then draped over a snaggle - toothed whore, laughing hysterically and choking on the stinking liquid he had previously been attempting to swallow. Without waiting for a quiet moment or an invitation to sit down, the black-haired man sat on the edge of the bench opposite, instantly interrupting the man's pursuits.
" I have a proposition for you," he said with a desperate confidence.
" Don't do business with strangers," grunted the irate seaman, observing the intruder through one half lidded eye.
Will paused, taken by surprise by awareness of the slovenly man.
" You would not ask such impertinent questions if you had first listened to what I propose," he scowled, "Peter Finch. I believe you are the owner or the small trade boat, docked in the harbor."
The man looked at him as if there was another head protruding form his under-arm.
"Well then "Peter Finch", if you seen anything you find to yer liking' you'll 'ave to go find the dealer I just sold the lot too.Bah. "Sold" I'd 'ave it called stolen. Filthy-"
" No, I need to know where it is you'll be going to tonight."
" If I was about to tell you that then I just as well might give you all my money." Will sighed impatiently.
"You pass Tortuga." He lowered his voice.
"Might." The young man thrust both the pouch and the necklace toward drunkard, whose eyes focused within a few seconds and significantly widened.
" 'Said you 'ad a proposition Mr. Finch?" He asked, fingering the dimly glittering stones of the necklace.
" Let me aboard your boat," he leaned closer," take me to Tortuga and tell no one where I have gone."
"An' wot?"
"Both the money and the necklace are yours."
The balding specimen eyed him carefully, aware that a lot was being offered by a man obviously running from something, and then he regarded the necklace.
" It's not stolen 'r anything is it? I won't be of any 'elp to a fugitive."
"No," he replied sternly," the object and the money are mine."
A small grunt of laughter escaped the lips of the figure opposite "Mr. Finch".
" 'Little after work out of marriage enjoyment is that it?" Another grunt. "As long as you don' mean to do it on my ship it don' bother me," He extended his hand finally, " Anthony Cobbler, capt'n and crew of the " Blue Marie-Rose "
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... He regretted it. He -really- regretted his choice in travel. And companion.
Cobbler was small, fat and slurred various curses into any and every sentence he could manage to string together. When frustrated or bored, he found relief in throwing random objects at his new first mate bursting out into tears of laughter if the object was particularly large; a piece of fruit; or a particularly large piece of fruit. His drunkenness did not end when there was no rum left; he seemed to possess the ability to be drunk on the sea air itself as well as be just as obnoxious and throw up with it.
But Will enjoyed his sleep - his dreams. No matter what the circumstances, there was always a Pirate, tanned by years of the sun's company, hypnotically swaggering through one marketplace or another grinning the grin of a thousand mischievous children. Jack. His strong, beautiful, and maniacal Jack- loved and dearly missed. The haunting man that both dreams and insanity are made of.
How long had it been? Only Will's shredded hands and sweating forehead could give that tale. However long, it was enough.
" Awf! Hells be praised! " Roared the "captain" waving his hands in the air. He walked over to the pile of unwashed rags where lay an exhausted youth and scuffed his boot over him.
" 'Ere you go Finch, " he kicked him again, bringing Will's body jolting to life," we're here milord. Or what? You wan' a be carried- by unicorns an' elves I'll wager."
Will wore the same scowl, looking at the man towering above him as he had since the day he set foot on the Marie - Rose, that was, until he processed the news he had received. In one fluid movement he was on his feet and gazed upon his destination.
" Dunno if it was worth the all the bother you've caused me for a trinket and a few coins. Faster I've got ye off my boat the faster I fin' out exactly how worth it it was."
" Then dock now."
" A trade ship near an island full of pirates," he hooted," not on your life whelp. Off here, and I'm not stopping either...
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Will blinked, realizing that he had been standing at the window of "The Old Hog" for more than moments - his eyes had been out of focus the entire time, this could be blamed on the sea water that lingered in his eyes for hours, but none the less he was thankful for the warm night that had drip- dried his think shirt. He had no idea why he had lingered on the streets for so long, it was partly out of sheer terror of what he was about to do. Or at least try to do, in the near future.
He brought himself to focus through the dusty window and dank atmosphere until he could make out the faces of the people at the back of the room - none of which were Jack.
Bracing himself against the door, he prepared for the looks and noises he would have to endure, but if he could find his once and future captain then all would be well.
On entering, he noticed how quiet it seemed and stared round the room; there were whores of course but no one seemed interested; old sea dogs mumbled to one another, pressing tankards of run to their lips between noises and the barmaid made no move to flirt with any of the regulars. He sat at the worn wooden bar, searching round in wonder still looking for Jack.
" Will Turner? " questioned a smooth voice.
Next Chapter: Whatever became of Jack Sparrow. Will finds what he was looking for, but not as he left it.
Before we begin this trifle of a story I would very much like to make aware those of you who do not find male couples and entertaining read that this is, indeed a slash piece of fiction. However, there are no graphical scenes to offend you.
I own none of the characters used in this piece of writing.
I have thought a lot on the manner in which Captain Jack Sparrow would conduct himself in situations such as the ones I have prepared for him. As he is quite a comical character, I think we may agree, romance on his part may not be completely to his character. I as a loyal fan shall attempt to uphold this character as much as possible.
With nothing else to warn you of, I hope you enjoy this story and do not attack me too much for its consequences.
^^ No other A/N'll be written this way! ^^ far too formal!
( If you're reading this for the second time, you'll know that I've compacted it a bit. This is because I myself have stories which are not to the point. And so, my friends, I give you this hope through the storm - Jack now appears in the first chapter..kind of. The next chapter shall kick off the story - not sure if the love thing will come to any conclusion. eyes peeled though ^^)
(To my two first reviewers of this story: Thank you.
kanakuchikan (Sad_Destroyer@hotmail.com)
OMG, that sailors slang is horrible..^^
But the rest of this story is very very fine. ^^ I really like your way of writing, so go on, please?
~kana~
Thank you so much - I changed that horrible error just for you ^^
Angel Tomoe Hotaru
WAI! Wow, first POTC fic I've read, and I love it! Great imagery, reminds me of the writing of some of my favourite authors ^^ I hope you update soon, otherwise I'll have to send lots of emails or AIM messages until you do ^-^
~Hota
Yeay! I feel special now! I hope you enjoy this revised stuff. it's longer! Huzzah! )
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Bits and Pieces: Getting There
**
It wasn't what he had hoped it would be. She was not what he had hoped she would be. The rebellion in his young wife seemed to die as the golden band slid over the fine flesh of her finger and she became spoiled by thoughts of children and the life of any proper married woman. No longer was she the woman who dwelt among pirates, who could adjust to any situation by any means. Now she demanded what every other woman and her family had; a mundane love; smiles kept specifically for parties, to show just how in love they were; dinners with her own class and the unspeakable, deafening control that every woman has over her beloved husband - merely giving a glance of disapproval that could end a night's worth of conversation.
They lived like the sun and moon, always in parallel with one another, drifting quietly side by side until the end of time. Aimless. Settled. But with no contentment at all.
And he would fight with his life to get it.
What was it that he was going to get?
He knew. To get to him was another matter, but to see the man who fell out of his life with only a compliment to his rather ridiculous hat, he would go to any length as long as it would involve a fleet get away to Tortuga.
_____________________
It had taken a month or so to plan the perfect getaway. Had he hated her it may have been easier, walking off into the night after a long brawl, without a care who knew seemed like heaven. However, being the honorable man that he had always prided himself on being, there was the challenge of simply disappearing with no word of farewell and no mark upon the name of Swann, but there in the mind all but paralyzed by desperation was will and the answer.
After long nights walking the port after days of work and dreading his return home William Turner found his salvation..
A small trade boat, almost resembling a floating rust bucket crewed by one man, left just hours before dawn each morning, bringing wine, fine material and interesting objects which, apparently, were "not to be found in any shop or ship".
He had taken things only belonging to him that day, leaving for work at the same time as he had every morning after two hours of sleep, leaving Elizabeth to wonder if she would see him at all that evening. The items chosen consisted of two pouches in which, in each, exactly half of his earned money was divided, and a necklace laced with gems of peacock blues and greens that he had planned to give to his wife for their upcoming second anniversary. He had planned to follow the stout owner of the boat to whichever bar or inn it was that he rested, drank or looked for pleasure in and trade some money and the precious gift for a place of his boat, a venture to Tortuga and his silence.
He followed every simple detail exactly.
The inn selected was particularly mangy of course, found only through a system of dark alleyways and muddy roads, an assault on the senses with garish laughter, dim lighting and putrid smells of sex and rum - not the bitter sweet rum found on the breath of Captain Jack Sparrow, but the drink which set the insides of any hardened man alight and quite possibly resulted in premature blindness.
After tripping over the various bodies on the floor and squinting in the murky light, Will came to the ruddy - faced man who was then draped over a snaggle - toothed whore, laughing hysterically and choking on the stinking liquid he had previously been attempting to swallow. Without waiting for a quiet moment or an invitation to sit down, the black-haired man sat on the edge of the bench opposite, instantly interrupting the man's pursuits.
" I have a proposition for you," he said with a desperate confidence.
" Don't do business with strangers," grunted the irate seaman, observing the intruder through one half lidded eye.
Will paused, taken by surprise by awareness of the slovenly man.
" You would not ask such impertinent questions if you had first listened to what I propose," he scowled, "Peter Finch. I believe you are the owner or the small trade boat, docked in the harbor."
The man looked at him as if there was another head protruding form his under-arm.
"Well then "Peter Finch", if you seen anything you find to yer liking' you'll 'ave to go find the dealer I just sold the lot too.Bah. "Sold" I'd 'ave it called stolen. Filthy-"
" No, I need to know where it is you'll be going to tonight."
" If I was about to tell you that then I just as well might give you all my money." Will sighed impatiently.
"You pass Tortuga." He lowered his voice.
"Might." The young man thrust both the pouch and the necklace toward drunkard, whose eyes focused within a few seconds and significantly widened.
" 'Said you 'ad a proposition Mr. Finch?" He asked, fingering the dimly glittering stones of the necklace.
" Let me aboard your boat," he leaned closer," take me to Tortuga and tell no one where I have gone."
"An' wot?"
"Both the money and the necklace are yours."
The balding specimen eyed him carefully, aware that a lot was being offered by a man obviously running from something, and then he regarded the necklace.
" It's not stolen 'r anything is it? I won't be of any 'elp to a fugitive."
"No," he replied sternly," the object and the money are mine."
A small grunt of laughter escaped the lips of the figure opposite "Mr. Finch".
" 'Little after work out of marriage enjoyment is that it?" Another grunt. "As long as you don' mean to do it on my ship it don' bother me," He extended his hand finally, " Anthony Cobbler, capt'n and crew of the " Blue Marie-Rose "
______________________
... He regretted it. He -really- regretted his choice in travel. And companion.
Cobbler was small, fat and slurred various curses into any and every sentence he could manage to string together. When frustrated or bored, he found relief in throwing random objects at his new first mate bursting out into tears of laughter if the object was particularly large; a piece of fruit; or a particularly large piece of fruit. His drunkenness did not end when there was no rum left; he seemed to possess the ability to be drunk on the sea air itself as well as be just as obnoxious and throw up with it.
But Will enjoyed his sleep - his dreams. No matter what the circumstances, there was always a Pirate, tanned by years of the sun's company, hypnotically swaggering through one marketplace or another grinning the grin of a thousand mischievous children. Jack. His strong, beautiful, and maniacal Jack- loved and dearly missed. The haunting man that both dreams and insanity are made of.
How long had it been? Only Will's shredded hands and sweating forehead could give that tale. However long, it was enough.
" Awf! Hells be praised! " Roared the "captain" waving his hands in the air. He walked over to the pile of unwashed rags where lay an exhausted youth and scuffed his boot over him.
" 'Ere you go Finch, " he kicked him again, bringing Will's body jolting to life," we're here milord. Or what? You wan' a be carried- by unicorns an' elves I'll wager."
Will wore the same scowl, looking at the man towering above him as he had since the day he set foot on the Marie - Rose, that was, until he processed the news he had received. In one fluid movement he was on his feet and gazed upon his destination.
" Dunno if it was worth the all the bother you've caused me for a trinket and a few coins. Faster I've got ye off my boat the faster I fin' out exactly how worth it it was."
" Then dock now."
" A trade ship near an island full of pirates," he hooted," not on your life whelp. Off here, and I'm not stopping either...
-----==
Will blinked, realizing that he had been standing at the window of "The Old Hog" for more than moments - his eyes had been out of focus the entire time, this could be blamed on the sea water that lingered in his eyes for hours, but none the less he was thankful for the warm night that had drip- dried his think shirt. He had no idea why he had lingered on the streets for so long, it was partly out of sheer terror of what he was about to do. Or at least try to do, in the near future.
He brought himself to focus through the dusty window and dank atmosphere until he could make out the faces of the people at the back of the room - none of which were Jack.
Bracing himself against the door, he prepared for the looks and noises he would have to endure, but if he could find his once and future captain then all would be well.
On entering, he noticed how quiet it seemed and stared round the room; there were whores of course but no one seemed interested; old sea dogs mumbled to one another, pressing tankards of run to their lips between noises and the barmaid made no move to flirt with any of the regulars. He sat at the worn wooden bar, searching round in wonder still looking for Jack.
" Will Turner? " questioned a smooth voice.
Next Chapter: Whatever became of Jack Sparrow. Will finds what he was looking for, but not as he left it.