Pirates of the Caribbean: The Return of the Gold Medallion
By Jesteria Dapper
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the POTC characters or related
indicia. I only LOVE the movie. The only character that is MINE
is Charlie Buckeye.
Summary: Elizabeth tells Will that this pregnancy is "not what
he thinks it is." What happens when he finds out the truth?
Please R+R!!!
Author's Note: To all of my POTC fans, I am SO sorry that this
took so long to put up! The site wouldn't let me log in to my
account, so I couldn't upload anything! Doesn't that stink?
Anyhoo, sorry that it took so long! The wait is over!
Chapter 5- A Broken Relationship
Will looked down at the lavender tablecloth, wishing he were anywhere but here. He knew that the next words that would flow from Elizabeth's mouth could not and would not be good. His emotions were going to get the better of him, as was his temper. He decided to allow his almost-broken heart to hear the news, and then decide if breaking was its destiny. His soft brown eyes floated up to meet with Elizabeth's. "Go on," he said quietly.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I know that this doesn't sound good, but its really quite funny when you think about it." Will didn't look convinced. Elizabeth continued on. "This is going to be hard for you to accept, but try to contain yourself."
Will looked down again, this time at brown dining room carpet.
"Will, look at me," said Elizabeth is her quietest tone. Will refused, continuing to stare at the carpet.
Sensing his stubbornness, Elizabeth continued. "This child is not yours," she said.
This made Will look up. He stared at her, pale as a ghost. "Not mine? What the hell do you mean?"
"I mean just what I said! You didn't get me pregnant!" Elizabeth looked ashamed with herself, but she didn't admit it. She was already starting to get angry. But she wasn't angry with Will, she was mad at herself.
"Well, then I assume Commodore Norrington paid you a little visit recently?" asked Will, red in the face.
"No, it wasn't him," said Elizabeth.
"Then it must have been your old boyfriend, Charlie Buckeye," Will said.
"No, not him either. Will, I think you know who it is."
Will jumped to his feet, raging with anger. "If you say it was Jack, God help me Elizabeth Swann, this will be the last time you and I ever engage ourselves in conversation!"
"Well, then let's at least talk in a civilized tone!"
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS HIM!"
"Will, calm down," Elizabeth whispered. "You're going to startle the servants."
"I DON'T CARE IF I STARTLE ANY DAMN SERVANTS!"
"Really, Will, you're blasting this way out of perspective. Let's at least talk about it."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Will. "You and I are through. Forever." And with that, he stormed out of the room, through the front door, and down the familiar street toward the blacksmith workshop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack Sparrow was lying in an alley that morning. Just around the time when a happy couple nearby shouted their last words to each other, he opened one eye, realized morning had begun, and picked himself up. His stomach was hurting from a recent rum dismissal the previous evening before he collapsed in an alley besides the tavern. Although this had also happened the night before the previous evening, and the night before, and the night before, Jack had become quite used to his usual routine. If ever he was short on cash, there were plenty of gullible citizens of Port Royal that wouldn't mind losing their wallets for a while. Or so he thought...
"Oy! Jack!" shouted a familiar voice.
"Buckeye!" Jack shouted back. The two gave each other a wide hug, and in doing so, Jack stole Buckeye's wallet in his back pocket. Good 'ol Buckeye. Always knew exactly where to keep his wallet.
"What's been goin on, Cap'n?" Buckeye asked as he put his hands in his pockets.
"What's been goin on is that I am losing all me blasted money," Jack replied.
"Ah, the best of us do, mate. The best of us do."
"I just keep to the code," Jack replied. "I take what I want, when I want."
"Ar, as do I," replied Buckeye. "What do you know of the departure of the Black Pearl from these here waters?" He pointed to the gleaming blue ocean.
"What I know is that those old boys are just where they belong." Jack pointed downward.
"As they should be! Those rotten scoundrels need a good rotting in hell, they do."
"Why do you ask?" said Jack. "What interest do you have in the Black Pearl?"
"Ay, there was a secret compartment in the way bottom where I stored a vast amount of treasure when I left the crew. I was hopin to recover what's mine."
Jack looked at the ground nervously. Then he looked up at Buckeye and gave a fake smile. "Good luck, mate. I wish you the best of luck." Then he turned to go. "Since you're probably not going to find what you're looking for, here's your wallet back. He tossed it to Buckeye.
"And here's yours," Buckeye said back. He tossed Jack tattered brown wallet into Jacks dirty hands.
"Much thanks," said Jack, folding his hands. "And good luck."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Will walked into the blacksmith workshop still full of rage. He quickly gathered two of his finest swords, a pistol, and three knives, placing them in various parts of his brown belt. He put on his brown cap, where a red feather stood tall, and headed for the door. He was going to find Jack, and when he did, blood was going to fly. The only problem was, Jack was already there when Will walked through the front door. "Will, my good friend." Jack went to pat his shoulder.
Will grabbed a knife and thrusted it at Jack's neck.
"Will, what are you doing?"
"Taking what's mine," said Will.
"I don't think you want to do this," said Jack nervously. "I will return your wallet as soon as possible."
"It's not my wallet that I'm after!" shouted Will, nearly scraping some flesh off Jacks neck. "You screwed over Elizabeth, and I'm taking revenge!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Jack.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
"Will, calm down. Slow down. Elizabeth's pregnant?!"
"YES, YOU SCOUNDREL!"
"Congratulations, mate," said Jack, pushing the knife away and giving Will a hug. "Can I be the Godfather?"
Will once more thrusted up the knife, almost grazing Jack's cheek. "You are not the Godfather. You are the father."
"Ha ha ha!" said Jack playfully. "Stop kidding around. You're the father, and that's one thing I could never take away from you."
"Well, actually, you already have."
Will lowered the knife. "You've ruined my life, Jack. You took the only thing I ever really wanted away from me, and it can never be replaced." He looked down at his boots. "I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving Port Royal, and going somewhere far away. And if you follow me, I will kill you."
He turned and strolled down the street. Then he stopped and turned around. "Say hello to Anne Marie for me." Then he left.
Jack was left in the middle of the street, not knowing what the heck was going on.
By Jesteria Dapper
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the POTC characters or related
indicia. I only LOVE the movie. The only character that is MINE
is Charlie Buckeye.
Summary: Elizabeth tells Will that this pregnancy is "not what
he thinks it is." What happens when he finds out the truth?
Please R+R!!!
Author's Note: To all of my POTC fans, I am SO sorry that this
took so long to put up! The site wouldn't let me log in to my
account, so I couldn't upload anything! Doesn't that stink?
Anyhoo, sorry that it took so long! The wait is over!
Chapter 5- A Broken Relationship
Will looked down at the lavender tablecloth, wishing he were anywhere but here. He knew that the next words that would flow from Elizabeth's mouth could not and would not be good. His emotions were going to get the better of him, as was his temper. He decided to allow his almost-broken heart to hear the news, and then decide if breaking was its destiny. His soft brown eyes floated up to meet with Elizabeth's. "Go on," he said quietly.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I know that this doesn't sound good, but its really quite funny when you think about it." Will didn't look convinced. Elizabeth continued on. "This is going to be hard for you to accept, but try to contain yourself."
Will looked down again, this time at brown dining room carpet.
"Will, look at me," said Elizabeth is her quietest tone. Will refused, continuing to stare at the carpet.
Sensing his stubbornness, Elizabeth continued. "This child is not yours," she said.
This made Will look up. He stared at her, pale as a ghost. "Not mine? What the hell do you mean?"
"I mean just what I said! You didn't get me pregnant!" Elizabeth looked ashamed with herself, but she didn't admit it. She was already starting to get angry. But she wasn't angry with Will, she was mad at herself.
"Well, then I assume Commodore Norrington paid you a little visit recently?" asked Will, red in the face.
"No, it wasn't him," said Elizabeth.
"Then it must have been your old boyfriend, Charlie Buckeye," Will said.
"No, not him either. Will, I think you know who it is."
Will jumped to his feet, raging with anger. "If you say it was Jack, God help me Elizabeth Swann, this will be the last time you and I ever engage ourselves in conversation!"
"Well, then let's at least talk in a civilized tone!"
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS HIM!"
"Will, calm down," Elizabeth whispered. "You're going to startle the servants."
"I DON'T CARE IF I STARTLE ANY DAMN SERVANTS!"
"Really, Will, you're blasting this way out of perspective. Let's at least talk about it."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Will. "You and I are through. Forever." And with that, he stormed out of the room, through the front door, and down the familiar street toward the blacksmith workshop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack Sparrow was lying in an alley that morning. Just around the time when a happy couple nearby shouted their last words to each other, he opened one eye, realized morning had begun, and picked himself up. His stomach was hurting from a recent rum dismissal the previous evening before he collapsed in an alley besides the tavern. Although this had also happened the night before the previous evening, and the night before, and the night before, Jack had become quite used to his usual routine. If ever he was short on cash, there were plenty of gullible citizens of Port Royal that wouldn't mind losing their wallets for a while. Or so he thought...
"Oy! Jack!" shouted a familiar voice.
"Buckeye!" Jack shouted back. The two gave each other a wide hug, and in doing so, Jack stole Buckeye's wallet in his back pocket. Good 'ol Buckeye. Always knew exactly where to keep his wallet.
"What's been goin on, Cap'n?" Buckeye asked as he put his hands in his pockets.
"What's been goin on is that I am losing all me blasted money," Jack replied.
"Ah, the best of us do, mate. The best of us do."
"I just keep to the code," Jack replied. "I take what I want, when I want."
"Ar, as do I," replied Buckeye. "What do you know of the departure of the Black Pearl from these here waters?" He pointed to the gleaming blue ocean.
"What I know is that those old boys are just where they belong." Jack pointed downward.
"As they should be! Those rotten scoundrels need a good rotting in hell, they do."
"Why do you ask?" said Jack. "What interest do you have in the Black Pearl?"
"Ay, there was a secret compartment in the way bottom where I stored a vast amount of treasure when I left the crew. I was hopin to recover what's mine."
Jack looked at the ground nervously. Then he looked up at Buckeye and gave a fake smile. "Good luck, mate. I wish you the best of luck." Then he turned to go. "Since you're probably not going to find what you're looking for, here's your wallet back. He tossed it to Buckeye.
"And here's yours," Buckeye said back. He tossed Jack tattered brown wallet into Jacks dirty hands.
"Much thanks," said Jack, folding his hands. "And good luck."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Will walked into the blacksmith workshop still full of rage. He quickly gathered two of his finest swords, a pistol, and three knives, placing them in various parts of his brown belt. He put on his brown cap, where a red feather stood tall, and headed for the door. He was going to find Jack, and when he did, blood was going to fly. The only problem was, Jack was already there when Will walked through the front door. "Will, my good friend." Jack went to pat his shoulder.
Will grabbed a knife and thrusted it at Jack's neck.
"Will, what are you doing?"
"Taking what's mine," said Will.
"I don't think you want to do this," said Jack nervously. "I will return your wallet as soon as possible."
"It's not my wallet that I'm after!" shouted Will, nearly scraping some flesh off Jacks neck. "You screwed over Elizabeth, and I'm taking revenge!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Jack.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
"Will, calm down. Slow down. Elizabeth's pregnant?!"
"YES, YOU SCOUNDREL!"
"Congratulations, mate," said Jack, pushing the knife away and giving Will a hug. "Can I be the Godfather?"
Will once more thrusted up the knife, almost grazing Jack's cheek. "You are not the Godfather. You are the father."
"Ha ha ha!" said Jack playfully. "Stop kidding around. You're the father, and that's one thing I could never take away from you."
"Well, actually, you already have."
Will lowered the knife. "You've ruined my life, Jack. You took the only thing I ever really wanted away from me, and it can never be replaced." He looked down at his boots. "I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving Port Royal, and going somewhere far away. And if you follow me, I will kill you."
He turned and strolled down the street. Then he stopped and turned around. "Say hello to Anne Marie for me." Then he left.
Jack was left in the middle of the street, not knowing what the heck was going on.