Okay I'm sorry I haven't updated and I'm sorry this is so short. I haven't
had a lot of time lately. I'm gonna cut right to the story, no lawyer
torturing today.
Lawyer: whew!
Disclaimer: (This is getting really annoying) I don't own POTC. Happy?
Chapter 4: Resolutions
Later in the afternoon the Interceptor was far out on the sea and no land was in sight, and they were sailing smoothly. Jack was at the helm, Kay was sitting at the top of the steps, and Will was sharpening his sword while talking about his childhood.
"After my mother died I came out here looking for my father," he said.
"That so?" Jack asked in a disinterested voice. Kay glanced at him curiously; he didn't look disinterested at all.
Will continued. "My father, Bill Turner. At the jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help me. Since that was what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father." Kay was rather surprised. This was an interesting turn of events. Jack sighed, seeming to resign himself to something.
"Aye. I knew him," he admitted. "Probably one of the only people who knew him as William Turner. Most everyone else just called him Bootstrap, or Bootstrap Bill."
"Bootstrap?" asked Will.
"Good man. Good pirate. I swear you look just like him," Jack said.
"That's not true! My father was not a pirate!" Will snarled. "He was a merchant marine, a good respectable man who obeyed the law."
"He was a pirate, a bloody scalawag." Jack said, exasperated. Kay stood up just as Will drew his sword.
"My father was not a pirate!" he insisted.
"My, doesn't someone have a bad case of denial," Kay muttered. Jack smirked, then told Will, "Put it away son. It's not worth getting beat again."
"You didn't beat me," said Will. "You ignored the rules of engagement, in a fair fight I'd kill you."
"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, is it?" asked Jack, who'd apparently had enough. He swung the wheel causing the boom to swing out and strike Will square in the chest. Will hung on desperately as he was swung over the water.
"Now pay attention," said Jack. "The only rules that 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, and you're gonna have to square with that someday. Now me for example. I can let you drown. But I can't land this ship in Tortuga with only Kay here to help me. So." He swung the wheel again and Will came swinging back in to land on his back on the deck. Jack pointed Will's sword at his throat. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate?" He flipped the sword so the handle was facing Will, who took it. "Or can you not?"
Will got up and brushed himself off. "Tortuga?" he asked.
"Tortuga," said Jack, sounding satisfied.
Nothing else of interest was apparently going to happen, so Kay went down to the small cabin she had tossed her bag into. She opened it, pulling out all the clothes she had in there. The bag was made of a waterproof material, so they hadn't gotten more than a little damp. She had two extra pairs of pants and five shirts. She changed into a pair of brown leather pants and a white shirt, making sure to have a black tube top on under that, just in case she got wet. She folded up the clothes she had been wearing and put them at the bottom of her bag with a mental note to wash them the first chance she got.
She fished a black bandanna out of the front compartment to use as a belt. She brushed out her hair and retied in her red bandanna. Just as she finished someone cleared their throat right outside her door. Glancing up she saw Will, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm just looking for someone to talk to," Will answered.
"Oh," said Kay, unsure of what to say. "Uh. Come in, I guess." She gestured to the only chair in the room, and she sat on the bed. Will entered and sat. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a minute until Will broke it.
"How long have you known Jack?" he asked her curiously.
"Officially since this morning, unofficially since yesterday afternoon," Kay responded. She wondered what had made him ask that.
Will looked as though he didn't really believe her. "You two act like you know each other from somewhere. You're really comfortable with each other, like old friends."
Now it was Kay who was becoming uncomfortable. She muttered something in reply, waving it off. Will persisted.
"You don't act like you're from around here either. Your accent is funny too. Where are you from?"
Kay steeled herself. She couldn't get out of this one forever. "Promise you won't think I'm crazy?" she asked. Will nodded. "Okay. Yesterday afternoon I was standing in my bedroom, and suddenly, between one breath and the next, I was on the Port Royal docks. Also, when I was in my room it was the 21st century. I think I came back in time," Kay finished. Will looked stunned. Well, he had wanted to know.
Jack: "I think I came back in time." There was complete silence in the room after that. Jack didn't feel as surprised as he thought he should be.
So that's why things were so different when I saw her in those dreams. She's from the future. He thought. That was certainly food for thought. She was adapting fairly quickly though, he gave her credit for that.
"You don't believe me, do you?" he heard her ask.
"You know the scary thing?" Will replied. "I think I do. I do believe you." There was silence again for a while. Jack walked back to the helm.
Kay. It was a nice name. He thought back on when he had first seen her, all those years ago. She had been smiling and happy, carefree. Something had happened between then and now, something bad. He suspected it was probably many bad things. Her face displayed surface emotion only, not letting anyone inside. He suspected that today was the first day Kay had laughed and enjoyed herself in a long time.
He was really good at reading people, and he knew that Kay was hurting inside and hurting badly. She was desperately lonely, but at the same time determined not to let anyone in. She was slowly killing herself .
With a sudden determination Jack resolved to break down the walls Kay had built about herself. He couldn't stand to see her hurting so much. She and Will came up on deck then, and Jack wondered idly what was making him so determined to help a girl he had known for only a day. No, not a day, he thought. I met her this morning, but I've known her for years, he realized, as Will came up to stand next to him. Then she looked up at him, standing in almost perfect mimicry of how she had stood when he had first seen her. He realized then, with even more shock, that he had, that long time ago, quite fallen for the girl.
Kay: Will was standing next to Jack at the helm, and Kay was reminded sharply of the first time she had seen Jack, standing at the helm of a ship with his friend. Kay highly suspected now that the man had been Will's father.
Looking up at Jack now, her heart gave a lurch which she suppressed quickly. She couldn't care for him. The people she cared for just got hurt, and in turn that hurt her. She honestly didn't think she could survive if she let that happen again. So she looked down and climbed the stairs quickly.
"Are we going to be there soon?" she asked.
Jack nodded, "Another hour or two. We should be there by sundown." Kay nodded, then walked over to the railing to stare out at the sea. The sun beat down on the water, turning it a sparkling, crystal blue, and warming everything it touched. But the beauty was lost on Kay, too miserable to enjoy it. And the sun could not seem to warm some inner part of her that longed for warmth, but was too scared to venture out for it.
Okay. Again, I'm sorry this was so short. I will try to update again tomorrow.
Chapter 4: Resolutions
Later in the afternoon the Interceptor was far out on the sea and no land was in sight, and they were sailing smoothly. Jack was at the helm, Kay was sitting at the top of the steps, and Will was sharpening his sword while talking about his childhood.
"After my mother died I came out here looking for my father," he said.
"That so?" Jack asked in a disinterested voice. Kay glanced at him curiously; he didn't look disinterested at all.
Will continued. "My father, Bill Turner. At the jail it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help me. Since that was what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father." Kay was rather surprised. This was an interesting turn of events. Jack sighed, seeming to resign himself to something.
"Aye. I knew him," he admitted. "Probably one of the only people who knew him as William Turner. Most everyone else just called him Bootstrap, or Bootstrap Bill."
"Bootstrap?" asked Will.
"Good man. Good pirate. I swear you look just like him," Jack said.
"That's not true! My father was not a pirate!" Will snarled. "He was a merchant marine, a good respectable man who obeyed the law."
"He was a pirate, a bloody scalawag." Jack said, exasperated. Kay stood up just as Will drew his sword.
"My father was not a pirate!" he insisted.
"My, doesn't someone have a bad case of denial," Kay muttered. Jack smirked, then told Will, "Put it away son. It's not worth getting beat again."
"You didn't beat me," said Will. "You ignored the rules of engagement, in a fair fight I'd kill you."
"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, is it?" asked Jack, who'd apparently had enough. He swung the wheel causing the boom to swing out and strike Will square in the chest. Will hung on desperately as he was swung over the water.
"Now pay attention," said Jack. "The only rules that 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, and you're gonna have to square with that someday. Now me for example. I can let you drown. But I can't land this ship in Tortuga with only Kay here to help me. So." He swung the wheel again and Will came swinging back in to land on his back on the deck. Jack pointed Will's sword at his throat. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate?" He flipped the sword so the handle was facing Will, who took it. "Or can you not?"
Will got up and brushed himself off. "Tortuga?" he asked.
"Tortuga," said Jack, sounding satisfied.
Nothing else of interest was apparently going to happen, so Kay went down to the small cabin she had tossed her bag into. She opened it, pulling out all the clothes she had in there. The bag was made of a waterproof material, so they hadn't gotten more than a little damp. She had two extra pairs of pants and five shirts. She changed into a pair of brown leather pants and a white shirt, making sure to have a black tube top on under that, just in case she got wet. She folded up the clothes she had been wearing and put them at the bottom of her bag with a mental note to wash them the first chance she got.
She fished a black bandanna out of the front compartment to use as a belt. She brushed out her hair and retied in her red bandanna. Just as she finished someone cleared their throat right outside her door. Glancing up she saw Will, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm just looking for someone to talk to," Will answered.
"Oh," said Kay, unsure of what to say. "Uh. Come in, I guess." She gestured to the only chair in the room, and she sat on the bed. Will entered and sat. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a minute until Will broke it.
"How long have you known Jack?" he asked her curiously.
"Officially since this morning, unofficially since yesterday afternoon," Kay responded. She wondered what had made him ask that.
Will looked as though he didn't really believe her. "You two act like you know each other from somewhere. You're really comfortable with each other, like old friends."
Now it was Kay who was becoming uncomfortable. She muttered something in reply, waving it off. Will persisted.
"You don't act like you're from around here either. Your accent is funny too. Where are you from?"
Kay steeled herself. She couldn't get out of this one forever. "Promise you won't think I'm crazy?" she asked. Will nodded. "Okay. Yesterday afternoon I was standing in my bedroom, and suddenly, between one breath and the next, I was on the Port Royal docks. Also, when I was in my room it was the 21st century. I think I came back in time," Kay finished. Will looked stunned. Well, he had wanted to know.
Jack: "I think I came back in time." There was complete silence in the room after that. Jack didn't feel as surprised as he thought he should be.
So that's why things were so different when I saw her in those dreams. She's from the future. He thought. That was certainly food for thought. She was adapting fairly quickly though, he gave her credit for that.
"You don't believe me, do you?" he heard her ask.
"You know the scary thing?" Will replied. "I think I do. I do believe you." There was silence again for a while. Jack walked back to the helm.
Kay. It was a nice name. He thought back on when he had first seen her, all those years ago. She had been smiling and happy, carefree. Something had happened between then and now, something bad. He suspected it was probably many bad things. Her face displayed surface emotion only, not letting anyone inside. He suspected that today was the first day Kay had laughed and enjoyed herself in a long time.
He was really good at reading people, and he knew that Kay was hurting inside and hurting badly. She was desperately lonely, but at the same time determined not to let anyone in. She was slowly killing herself .
With a sudden determination Jack resolved to break down the walls Kay had built about herself. He couldn't stand to see her hurting so much. She and Will came up on deck then, and Jack wondered idly what was making him so determined to help a girl he had known for only a day. No, not a day, he thought. I met her this morning, but I've known her for years, he realized, as Will came up to stand next to him. Then she looked up at him, standing in almost perfect mimicry of how she had stood when he had first seen her. He realized then, with even more shock, that he had, that long time ago, quite fallen for the girl.
Kay: Will was standing next to Jack at the helm, and Kay was reminded sharply of the first time she had seen Jack, standing at the helm of a ship with his friend. Kay highly suspected now that the man had been Will's father.
Looking up at Jack now, her heart gave a lurch which she suppressed quickly. She couldn't care for him. The people she cared for just got hurt, and in turn that hurt her. She honestly didn't think she could survive if she let that happen again. So she looked down and climbed the stairs quickly.
"Are we going to be there soon?" she asked.
Jack nodded, "Another hour or two. We should be there by sundown." Kay nodded, then walked over to the railing to stare out at the sea. The sun beat down on the water, turning it a sparkling, crystal blue, and warming everything it touched. But the beauty was lost on Kay, too miserable to enjoy it. And the sun could not seem to warm some inner part of her that longed for warmth, but was too scared to venture out for it.
Okay. Again, I'm sorry this was so short. I will try to update again tomorrow.