"Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick"
Capt. Jack Sparrow is in trouble agian: This time he's got a Spanish Armada
on his tail, and has once agian lost The Black Pearl, this time to his
merchent sister Aislynn. Now he's begging Will and Elizabeth to help him.
They reluctantly agree, "comandeer" the Intercepter 2, and the trio set off
in search of the Pearl. But Will may get more than he bargianed for on this
trip... rated pg-13 for language.
Disclaimers: Unfortunatly, the only characters I own are ones you don't
reconize. Believe me, I could do a lot of weird, twisted, unsensible things
with the story if I did own anything... oh, wait, I can do those weird,
twisted, unsensible things anyway! (Muwahahahahahahaha!)
* * *
"You lost, brother," Aislynn Sparrow smiled at the scraggily pirate sitting before her,"Now where are those deeds?"
"Deeds? Wha' deeds?" Jack Sparrow, one of the most notorious pirates ever the sail the Caribbean Sea, asked, suddenly all too sober,"I'm not givin' you the Pearl! I'll hand over anything else you want, or get it for you, but i'm not givin' you my bloody ship!"
"You wagered your ship, piss-brain. I won it fairly, and now i'll be collectin' my property. I'll expect your 'crew', as it were, off my ship by tonite. I have some... adjustments to make."
"Lynn! That ship is my child! My love! My life! Please, i'll give you anything else as collateral! Anything but that ship!" Later that night, Jack watched dejectedly as his sister's crew ran rampet on his pride and joy.
"Oui, Jack!" Gibbs, Jack's third-in-command, called,"How the hell are we supposed to outrun that bastard spanish general now?"
"On foot, I suppose," Jack's day got a little more bleak,"Oh, bloody hell, I don't know. Damn my drinking habits! If I hadn't been so bloody sober, I never woulda' made that bet!"
"And what do you propose we do now, oh fearless leader?" Anamarie, Jack's cynical first mate, asked irtiably. Jack slumped onto a protruding flagstone with a groan.
* * * Port Royale, 2 Weeks Later Will Turner lifted the finished sword from the cooling racks and tested it's weight gingerly. His dark eyes scanned the unpolished blade lovingly. His wife, Elizabeth, watched from the doorway with an amused, but loving smile. Prim and proper, her blue dress neatly pressed, her long blonde hair twisted into a knot. She was the daughter of the Governer, and no one had expected her to marry the orphaned son of a pirate who had been raised as a servant in her household, and later became a blacksmith. However, for a craftsman, he would have raised himself to a respected level because of his skill and dedication to his work. It could be said that Will Turner was the most skilled and respected blacksmith in Port Royale. He'd even been commisioned to create an honorary sword for the King of England. Of course, Will made it battle-ready, simply because he saw no reason not to. It would last longer this way, and if the King ever did need to use it, the possibility was there. Elizabeth smiiled at her husband agian before clearing her throat politely. Will glanced up quickly. She moved down to him, carefully taking the sword.
"It's beautiful, Will," she handed it back to him and picked up a second sword from a nearby rack,"What'd you say we test it?" Will grinned and held the new sword at the ready.
"Am I interuptin' a family fight?" a drunken voice came from the half- open doorway. Jack Sparrow leaned aginast the doorjamb, a smirk on his face, and a bottle of rum in hand.
* * *
"You lost, brother," Aislynn Sparrow smiled at the scraggily pirate sitting before her,"Now where are those deeds?"
"Deeds? Wha' deeds?" Jack Sparrow, one of the most notorious pirates ever the sail the Caribbean Sea, asked, suddenly all too sober,"I'm not givin' you the Pearl! I'll hand over anything else you want, or get it for you, but i'm not givin' you my bloody ship!"
"You wagered your ship, piss-brain. I won it fairly, and now i'll be collectin' my property. I'll expect your 'crew', as it were, off my ship by tonite. I have some... adjustments to make."
"Lynn! That ship is my child! My love! My life! Please, i'll give you anything else as collateral! Anything but that ship!" Later that night, Jack watched dejectedly as his sister's crew ran rampet on his pride and joy.
"Oui, Jack!" Gibbs, Jack's third-in-command, called,"How the hell are we supposed to outrun that bastard spanish general now?"
"On foot, I suppose," Jack's day got a little more bleak,"Oh, bloody hell, I don't know. Damn my drinking habits! If I hadn't been so bloody sober, I never woulda' made that bet!"
"And what do you propose we do now, oh fearless leader?" Anamarie, Jack's cynical first mate, asked irtiably. Jack slumped onto a protruding flagstone with a groan.
* * * Port Royale, 2 Weeks Later Will Turner lifted the finished sword from the cooling racks and tested it's weight gingerly. His dark eyes scanned the unpolished blade lovingly. His wife, Elizabeth, watched from the doorway with an amused, but loving smile. Prim and proper, her blue dress neatly pressed, her long blonde hair twisted into a knot. She was the daughter of the Governer, and no one had expected her to marry the orphaned son of a pirate who had been raised as a servant in her household, and later became a blacksmith. However, for a craftsman, he would have raised himself to a respected level because of his skill and dedication to his work. It could be said that Will Turner was the most skilled and respected blacksmith in Port Royale. He'd even been commisioned to create an honorary sword for the King of England. Of course, Will made it battle-ready, simply because he saw no reason not to. It would last longer this way, and if the King ever did need to use it, the possibility was there. Elizabeth smiiled at her husband agian before clearing her throat politely. Will glanced up quickly. She moved down to him, carefully taking the sword.
"It's beautiful, Will," she handed it back to him and picked up a second sword from a nearby rack,"What'd you say we test it?" Will grinned and held the new sword at the ready.
"Am I interuptin' a family fight?" a drunken voice came from the half- open doorway. Jack Sparrow leaned aginast the doorjamb, a smirk on his face, and a bottle of rum in hand.