Hey again. Reviews motivate me to write! So tell ur friends to read this
story and review! Lol. So anyways, don't worry cuz Felicity and Will will
fall in love. I'll make the chapter longer, too. Enjoy!
P.S: I took a few lines directly from the movie, but the rest I changed
around a bit. Just a lil F.Y.I.
"And where exactly are we going?" Will asked.
"To find my sister," replied Felicity.
Felicity led the way to the jail. She pushed open the door and walked down the stairs, nearly tripping on her dress.
"I hate dresses," Felicity muttered. They made there way towards Jack's cell.
"You, Sparrow," said Will.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, mate," corrected Jack.
"Do you know of the ship the Black Pearl? Where does it make berth?" Will asked.
"Where does it make berth?" Jack repeated, "Clearly you've never head the stories. Captain Barbossa and his crew sail from Isle de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."
"But you have to take us there! They kidnapped my sister!" pleaded Felicity.
"Why would I help you? I see no benefit for me," Jack replied.
"Bloody pirates," Felicity mumbled under her breath.
"I can get you out of this cell- without the keys. I helped build these; I know how to break open the door," Will said.
"What's your name, boy?" questioned Jack.
"Will Turner."
"Will Turner...That's short for William, then, I suspect. Name from your father?
"Yes," Will answered with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm. I've changed me mind. If you bust me out of this cell, I will lead you and- what's your name?"
"Felicity Swann."
"I will lead you and Felicity to the Black Pearl so you can rescue your sister," Jack responded, "Do we have a deal?
"Yes, agreed," they responded.
Will pries open the door, and they hurry out of the jail, unnoticed. Before they could get any farther, Felicity stopped.
"What is it?" Will asked.
"How am I supposed to survive this 'grand adventure' wearing a dress?"
"If you would prefer to wear nothing at all, I wouldn't mind," Jack said.
Will glared at him and elbowed him in the ribs, while he received a scowl from Felicity.
"Felicity, you can borrow something of mine, if you like," Will said.
"Alright, so long as it's not one of your dresses," teased Felicity.
"Right," Will laughed. They turned in the opposite direction toward the blacksmith's shop. Once they arrived, Will brought out a shirt and a pair of breeches for Felicity. She went into another small room to change. After a long struggle undoing the ties and buttons on her dress, she finally came out; her hair tied back with a strip of fabric from her under-dress. She gladly tossed her dress into the blazing fire. She watched it burn black with satisfaction.
"Are you sure you wanted to do that?" Will asker her, bewildered.
"Yes I did. Let's go," Felicity said triumphantly.
The trio sneakily made their way to the beach, under the canoe, and onto the Dauntless. (A/N: you know that whole spiel.)
"Nobody move! We're taking over the ship!" Jack shouted. The crew laughed, as if this was an impossible feat.
"Who? You and Turner? And Felicity? Wait until the Governor hears about this! This is ridiculous! You won't be able to crew this ship-" Gillette was interrupted by a pistol being pointed at his head.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Gillette and his men fled to the lifeboats, yelling to the Commodore for help. The Interceptor sped through the sea, catching up to the Dauntless. When they board, Jack, Felicity, and Will swing onto the deck of the Interceptor.
"Thank you, Commodore, for starting us off! I wonder what Elizabeth will think of you now, not doing anything to aid in her rescue! I bet she'll think you'll make a lovely husband!" Felicity yelled back to the Dauntless, for she knew of the Commodore's love for her sister. She could tell Norrington was livid, but she didn't care. After all, she, Jack, and Will were the ones who would receive all of the praise and recognition for saving Elizabeth. Not that it was about the praise.
'This is my chance to impress Will. He's such a kind man,' she thought.
"Jack, how long will it take to get to that island?" she asked.
"Firs' off, we gotta get ourselves a crew in Tortuga, cuz three people can't man a ship alone. Then we can go after the Black Pearl," Jack said, getting drunker by the minute.
"But that will take too long! Elizabeth would be dead by the time we got there!" she said as she sat down with her face in her hands, "I don't know if I could live with that."
"We won't let that happen to her. You're only thinking of the worst case scenario," Will said.
"No, the worst case scenario would be if you died too. Then I would have to kill myself, because my life would be hell," Felicity replied.
"I hate to disrupt all of this jovial conversation about death, but someone needs to steer me ship," Jack interrupted. He left Will and Felicity sitting on the deck, talking.
"Jack is quite a character," said Will.
"You're tellin' me," Felicity chortled.
Later...
Jack is still steering, Will is sharpening his sword, and Felicity is watching, twiddling her thumbs. (A/N: Don't worry; she'll kick some booty later.) "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," Will said. "Really, now?" Jack responded, only half paying attention. Will continued, "My father, Will Turner. At 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." Felicity and Will turned to look at Jack.
"Yes, I did know him, but as William Turner. The rest jus' called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
"The rest?" asked Felicity.
"Pirates," Jack answered. Felicity drew a sharp breath and Will stared at him in horror.
"My father was not a pirate!" exclaimed Will.
"He was a bloody pirate. A scallywag," responded Jack.
"That's a lie! He was a good, respectable man who obeyed the law!" cried Will, pulling out his sword. Felicity gasped; Jack sighed.
"Put it away son. It's not worth you losing again."
"I didn't lose to you. You cheated; in a fair fight I would have killed you!" Will spat.
"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" Jack said, as he swung Will out over the ocean with the boom.
"Jack! What are you doing!" shrieked Felicity.
"Just a minute, luv," Jack replied. He turned to face Will.
"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 that 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. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?" Jack swung the sail back over the ship and Will dropped to the deck. Jack offered him his sword.
"Tortuga?" Will asked as he took the sword.
"Tortuga."
Jack, Will, and Felicity walk off the dock onto the island of Tortuga as the sun is setting. Drunken pirates and prostitutes galore line the dim and dirty streets.
"If every town were like Tortuga, no man would ever feel unwanted," Jack said as he breathed in the horrible stench of rum, smiling.
"Scarlett!" Jack called. She slapped him.
"Not sure I deserved that." Giselle approaches Jack.
"'ho was she?!" she demanded.
"Wha?" She smacked him.
"I may have deserved that."
"Oh, no man would ever feel unwanted in Tortuga!" mocked Felicity, "no man except for Jack Sparrow." She and Will chuckled, but Jack was offended.
"It's Captain, luv. Captain Jack Sparrow," said Jack through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Felicity said, as she took Will's hand and followed Jack.
Hope you liked Chapter 3! Do you have any ideas for the title? It's so boring. Anyways, it took me longer cuz the chapter is longer. (duh). So you better review for all of my hard work! And tell me any thing that is wrong with the story, or suggestions and what not. Thanks!
"And where exactly are we going?" Will asked.
"To find my sister," replied Felicity.
Felicity led the way to the jail. She pushed open the door and walked down the stairs, nearly tripping on her dress.
"I hate dresses," Felicity muttered. They made there way towards Jack's cell.
"You, Sparrow," said Will.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, mate," corrected Jack.
"Do you know of the ship the Black Pearl? Where does it make berth?" Will asked.
"Where does it make berth?" Jack repeated, "Clearly you've never head the stories. Captain Barbossa and his crew sail from Isle de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."
"But you have to take us there! They kidnapped my sister!" pleaded Felicity.
"Why would I help you? I see no benefit for me," Jack replied.
"Bloody pirates," Felicity mumbled under her breath.
"I can get you out of this cell- without the keys. I helped build these; I know how to break open the door," Will said.
"What's your name, boy?" questioned Jack.
"Will Turner."
"Will Turner...That's short for William, then, I suspect. Name from your father?
"Yes," Will answered with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm. I've changed me mind. If you bust me out of this cell, I will lead you and- what's your name?"
"Felicity Swann."
"I will lead you and Felicity to the Black Pearl so you can rescue your sister," Jack responded, "Do we have a deal?
"Yes, agreed," they responded.
Will pries open the door, and they hurry out of the jail, unnoticed. Before they could get any farther, Felicity stopped.
"What is it?" Will asked.
"How am I supposed to survive this 'grand adventure' wearing a dress?"
"If you would prefer to wear nothing at all, I wouldn't mind," Jack said.
Will glared at him and elbowed him in the ribs, while he received a scowl from Felicity.
"Felicity, you can borrow something of mine, if you like," Will said.
"Alright, so long as it's not one of your dresses," teased Felicity.
"Right," Will laughed. They turned in the opposite direction toward the blacksmith's shop. Once they arrived, Will brought out a shirt and a pair of breeches for Felicity. She went into another small room to change. After a long struggle undoing the ties and buttons on her dress, she finally came out; her hair tied back with a strip of fabric from her under-dress. She gladly tossed her dress into the blazing fire. She watched it burn black with satisfaction.
"Are you sure you wanted to do that?" Will asker her, bewildered.
"Yes I did. Let's go," Felicity said triumphantly.
The trio sneakily made their way to the beach, under the canoe, and onto the Dauntless. (A/N: you know that whole spiel.)
"Nobody move! We're taking over the ship!" Jack shouted. The crew laughed, as if this was an impossible feat.
"Who? You and Turner? And Felicity? Wait until the Governor hears about this! This is ridiculous! You won't be able to crew this ship-" Gillette was interrupted by a pistol being pointed at his head.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Gillette and his men fled to the lifeboats, yelling to the Commodore for help. The Interceptor sped through the sea, catching up to the Dauntless. When they board, Jack, Felicity, and Will swing onto the deck of the Interceptor.
"Thank you, Commodore, for starting us off! I wonder what Elizabeth will think of you now, not doing anything to aid in her rescue! I bet she'll think you'll make a lovely husband!" Felicity yelled back to the Dauntless, for she knew of the Commodore's love for her sister. She could tell Norrington was livid, but she didn't care. After all, she, Jack, and Will were the ones who would receive all of the praise and recognition for saving Elizabeth. Not that it was about the praise.
'This is my chance to impress Will. He's such a kind man,' she thought.
"Jack, how long will it take to get to that island?" she asked.
"Firs' off, we gotta get ourselves a crew in Tortuga, cuz three people can't man a ship alone. Then we can go after the Black Pearl," Jack said, getting drunker by the minute.
"But that will take too long! Elizabeth would be dead by the time we got there!" she said as she sat down with her face in her hands, "I don't know if I could live with that."
"We won't let that happen to her. You're only thinking of the worst case scenario," Will said.
"No, the worst case scenario would be if you died too. Then I would have to kill myself, because my life would be hell," Felicity replied.
"I hate to disrupt all of this jovial conversation about death, but someone needs to steer me ship," Jack interrupted. He left Will and Felicity sitting on the deck, talking.
"Jack is quite a character," said Will.
"You're tellin' me," Felicity chortled.
Later...
Jack is still steering, Will is sharpening his sword, and Felicity is watching, twiddling her thumbs. (A/N: Don't worry; she'll kick some booty later.) "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," Will said. "Really, now?" Jack responded, only half paying attention. Will continued, "My father, Will Turner. At 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." Felicity and Will turned to look at Jack.
"Yes, I did know him, but as William Turner. The rest jus' called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
"The rest?" asked Felicity.
"Pirates," Jack answered. Felicity drew a sharp breath and Will stared at him in horror.
"My father was not a pirate!" exclaimed Will.
"He was a bloody pirate. A scallywag," responded Jack.
"That's a lie! He was a good, respectable man who obeyed the law!" cried Will, pulling out his sword. Felicity gasped; Jack sighed.
"Put it away son. It's not worth you losing again."
"I didn't lose to you. You cheated; in a fair fight I would have killed you!" Will spat.
"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" Jack said, as he swung Will out over the ocean with the boom.
"Jack! What are you doing!" shrieked Felicity.
"Just a minute, luv," Jack replied. He turned to face Will.
"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 that 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. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?" Jack swung the sail back over the ship and Will dropped to the deck. Jack offered him his sword.
"Tortuga?" Will asked as he took the sword.
"Tortuga."
Jack, Will, and Felicity walk off the dock onto the island of Tortuga as the sun is setting. Drunken pirates and prostitutes galore line the dim and dirty streets.
"If every town were like Tortuga, no man would ever feel unwanted," Jack said as he breathed in the horrible stench of rum, smiling.
"Scarlett!" Jack called. She slapped him.
"Not sure I deserved that." Giselle approaches Jack.
"'ho was she?!" she demanded.
"Wha?" She smacked him.
"I may have deserved that."
"Oh, no man would ever feel unwanted in Tortuga!" mocked Felicity, "no man except for Jack Sparrow." She and Will chuckled, but Jack was offended.
"It's Captain, luv. Captain Jack Sparrow," said Jack through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Felicity said, as she took Will's hand and followed Jack.
Hope you liked Chapter 3! Do you have any ideas for the title? It's so boring. Anyways, it took me longer cuz the chapter is longer. (duh). So you better review for all of my hard work! And tell me any thing that is wrong with the story, or suggestions and what not. Thanks!