Hi again :) im really sorry about taking so long to update, I was really
busy with coursework and stuff like that.
Once again, I don't own anything POTC related, apart from the DVD, which is really great... but u cant have it, soz :)
I really hope u all like this, pls review, I appreciate any constructive criticism you guys can give
Chapter 1: huh?
Will made his way down the heavily crowded pathways of Port Royal, all the while thinking of Elizabeth. As soon as he came to the huge door of the Governors house, he lifted his arm and knocked 3 times, before waiting patiently to be let in. He didn't have to wait long however, as not 2 minutes later, the door swung open, revealing a large man in brown servants uniform, smiling politely at him.
"Good evening, mister Turner," the doorman greeted him, stepping aside to let him past.
"Good evening, Geoffrey." Will replied, as he entered the extremely elegant entrance hall.
It always amazed him, how fantastic the Governors house was, no matter how many times he had been there in the previous months. Which, he mused to himself, was rather a lot since the incident with the pirates. He smiled as he remembered the first time he had told his angel that he loved her, fondly recalling how supremely happy he had been when he discovered that his feelings were reciprocated.
His thoughts were interrupted, by commodore Norrington entering the hallway, as he exited the governors study.
"Good evening, Mr Turner," he stated as he walked over to him.
"Evening, commodore." Will replied, inclining his head politely. He and the commodore were not the best of friends at the moment due to their shared affections of Elizabeth, but they still managed to be civil towards each other, and often talked of their common interest in swords. After all, Will could never forget that the commodore had played a vital part in rescuing him that night 10 years ago.
Will shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts, suppressing them to be indulged at a time more appropriate.
Instead he occupied the time waiting for Elizabeth by conversing politely with Norrington, who informed him of a trip he was planning to take shortly.
"Where are you planning to go this time?" he asked, curious.
"Well, we have heard word of a certain pirate ship laying berth at Tortuga, and I have decided to investigate." The commodore informed him.
Will smiled knowingly, "The Black Pearl?" he enquired, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, but before you go gallivanting off to save him again, I would think of the consequences such actions may have." Norrington advised, raising an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't dream of it, commodore." Will replied, pretending to be offended by this comment. In truth, Will probably would have attempted such a rescue, but that he really doubted Jack would need his help to evade the British fleet yet again.
"Yes well, please excuse my presumptions, Will, but you don't exactly have the best track record with this sort of thing." Will smiled at this, noting happily that the commodore had called him by his first name.
"Not at all, James, I completely understand your need to take precautions, and I wish you the best of luck on your voyage." He said, and the commodore inclined his head in thanks.
Just at that moment, Elizabeth entered the room, walking gracefully over to them both, wearing an elegant pale blue dress. Will smiled, completely forgetting what he had previously been thinking about, and not caring. She smiled at Will and gave Norrington a peck on the cheek, before excusing them both.
"Of course Miss Swann." The commodore replied, looking wistfully at the pair before giving one final nod and leaving the two alone.
"Elizabeth, You look beautiful" he told her, slipping his hands around her waist. She smiled, entwining her hands in his hair, and pulling him close for a kiss.
They broke apart a moment later as they heard the Governors approach.
"Ah! Elizabeth, Will," he proclaimed, striding over to them, oblivious to anything they may have been doing prior to his entrance.
"Evening, Governor Swann," Will replied, his guilty look disappearing as he realised that the governor hadnt noticed any inappropriate behaviour on their part. Elizabeth smiled, and kissed her father on the cheek.
"Hello father," she greeted him.
"So, were are you off to this evening?" The governor asked them.
"We're going to the gallery, father." Elizabeth told him.
"Ah yes, good good, well, I shant keep you any longer, have a good time both of you. Do take good care of my daughter, Will."
"Of course" Will answered, and the governor smiled and left.
Will and Elizabeth grinned at each other before leaving the house and continuing along the pathways.
"That was a close one!" Will exclaimed, as he took Elizabeths hand, and led her towards the gallery.
"Yes," she agreed, "We shall have to be more careful in future!" She had meant to be serious, but she couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips, as she thought of how amusing it would have been to see the look upon her fathers face, if he had caught his daughter in such a compromising position.
Will smiled, and hooked her arm through his, as they entered the enormous and ornate gallery.
There were pictures everywhere, all over the walls, each one embroidered with beautiful frames, and golden plaques depicting the artwork. The stairs in the centre of the main entrance were large and covered with a rich red velvet carpet.
As Will looked around at the exquisite décor and the finely dressed men and women, he couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Rarely had he ever had the chance to visit such places, mostly because he would be scorned at for ever attempting to mingle with the upper class.
Now it was different though, as Elizabeth had insisted that he take no notice of what others may think, stating that if she didn't care, why should any one else, least of all him.
And so, Will had dressed up as neatly as he could afford to, and escorted Elizabeth to the most upper-class place that he could think of; the port royal art gallery.
Elizabeth held onto his arm as he guided her up the stairs and through the hallways, stopping to admire artwork on the way. Elizabeth seemed to know a lot more than he did about any of these modern artists, and could interpret them with seeming ease. Will merely nodded and agreed, hanging on to every word she spoke, happy to be beside her, though he found himself more interested in looking at her than any of the paintings or sculptures so far.
He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked through to a second room, enjoying just being with her. Elizabeth seemed to sense what he was thinking, as she smiled up at him, leaning against him as they stood admiring yet more paintings.
"Oh look!" She said, suddenly pointing, "that's a portrait of the commodore!" Will looked to where she had gestured, and, sure enough, there hung a portrait of Norrington.
Will was surprised at how Norrington had been depicted. He seemed to be glaring at whoever had been painting him, and his arrogant gaze made him appear cold and ruthless. It astounded him how different he looked, and yet it couldn't possibly be anyone else. Everything in the picture was the same as the commodore, bar a small cut on his left cheek, but that may have healed since the picture had been painted. So there could be no doubt as to who it was.
Will was just about to turn away from the painting to voice his feelings to Elizabeth, when something caught his eye. It was the golden plaque below the painting. Though it wasn't the plaque itself that had drawn his eye, it was what was on it. In scrawling, italic writing, it said;
Portrait,
Capt. Edward Fish Gallamoe,
Artist anonymous
Date unknown.
'Edward Gallamoe?' Will thought, 'that's odd.' Somehow the name sounded familiar, he didn't know why, but he knew it from somwhere. 'But where?' he asked himself, frowning.
A second later, his mind was thrown into chaos, images flashing relentlessly before his eyes. With just a name, he was suddenly not in the gallery anymore, He was falling into nothingness, plunging into darkness, with scenes unreeling before his helpless eyes.
"No, lad, you don't want to be going in there." Somebody told him. He looked up, and he saw who it was that had spoken. It was Captain Rickley, his usually stern face showed concern, and regret at the news he had to give him.
"But it's my mother!" Will heard himself say. His mother. These were his memories. Suddenly, Will realised with such certain clarity that this was the day that his mother had been found dead. Suddenly, Will didn't want the memories that he had for so long yearned for. He didn't want to know what had happened this fateful day.
Another flash, and he was standing in a dimly lit room, people crowding round him. He looked down and wished that he hadn't. His mothers body lay at his feet. He panicked, dropping to his knees, and crying out to her. She didn't respond, she couldn't. Her skin was cold to the touch, and looked pale as snow in contrast to the crimson blood clinging to her throaght.
He was shaking his mothers lifeless body, begging her to wake, but to no avail. He cried out in anguish, sobbing hysterically against her corpse.
"Who?" he cried out to the people around him, "Who did this?" No-one answered his desperate plea, choosing instead to keep their distance, pitying the poor orphan.
Anger surged through him, replacing his grief, consuming him completely. Good, he thought. I don't want to think about it, all I want is revenge. With eyes blazing he turned to the inspector.
"I have a right to know my mothers killer!" he yelled. The man nodded slowly, understanding. The answer he gave, Will swore he would never forget.
"Edward Fish Gallamoe. He is the murderer of your mother."
Edward Gallamoe. Will repeated the name to himself, fury consuming him, as he vowed his revenge. Once more, he looked down upon his mother's body, and whispered to her.
"I will avenge you." Before he ran off, through the crowd. One thought was all he had room for in his grief filled mind. He would find his father, and together, they would make Gallamoe pay for what he had done...
One last flash, and Will blinked. He was back in the art gallery again, looking into the eyes of the painting. The man stared back, mocking him, laughing at how he had forgotten. Well I won't forget again he thought to himself.
He suddenly realised that Elizabeth had been pulling on his arm, worry evident on her face.
"Let's get away from here." He said to Elizabeth, turning away from the painting. She nodded, still concerned, and followed him out of the gallery.
Will knew that he was acting strange, but there was only one thing that his mind could process at the moment;
Norrington had killed his mother.
.........
(eastenders beat; dun dun dun-dun-dun-dun)
k, so how did u all like it? I hope it was alright. Thanx to all my reviewers.
Jack; Thank you, and I will, how did u like this one? :)
Lordlanceahlot; Don't mention it, you are a fantastic writer. Thank you so much for reviewing, it means a lot, cos I love all of your stories :) thanks for the advice, ill get to changing the description soon, I guess I was just trying to fit too much info into the box thing. Hope you liked this chapter. :)
Relaxed-guru89; Hiya! Thanx for reviewing, soz for making you wait so long for this one, hope you liked it :)
Wolfgazer325; hey thanx :) I do try not to just repeat stories that have already been written, cos I get bored of them. I hope you like this chapter aswell. Your story is gr8 too, so thanx for reviewing. :)
Okay, so, I really hope you all like this chapter, if you did, pls review? If you didn't, pls review?
Ps; can anyone tell me when jelly was actually invented? (I think that's jello for any American readers, cos I think u call jam jelly???)... cos I was wondering whether they would have had jelly in potc time?
Pps; if anyone is confused by this chapter, pls let me know, and Il try to fix it as best as I can, thnx :)
Ppps; PLS REVIEW???
Once again, I don't own anything POTC related, apart from the DVD, which is really great... but u cant have it, soz :)
I really hope u all like this, pls review, I appreciate any constructive criticism you guys can give
Chapter 1: huh?
Will made his way down the heavily crowded pathways of Port Royal, all the while thinking of Elizabeth. As soon as he came to the huge door of the Governors house, he lifted his arm and knocked 3 times, before waiting patiently to be let in. He didn't have to wait long however, as not 2 minutes later, the door swung open, revealing a large man in brown servants uniform, smiling politely at him.
"Good evening, mister Turner," the doorman greeted him, stepping aside to let him past.
"Good evening, Geoffrey." Will replied, as he entered the extremely elegant entrance hall.
It always amazed him, how fantastic the Governors house was, no matter how many times he had been there in the previous months. Which, he mused to himself, was rather a lot since the incident with the pirates. He smiled as he remembered the first time he had told his angel that he loved her, fondly recalling how supremely happy he had been when he discovered that his feelings were reciprocated.
His thoughts were interrupted, by commodore Norrington entering the hallway, as he exited the governors study.
"Good evening, Mr Turner," he stated as he walked over to him.
"Evening, commodore." Will replied, inclining his head politely. He and the commodore were not the best of friends at the moment due to their shared affections of Elizabeth, but they still managed to be civil towards each other, and often talked of their common interest in swords. After all, Will could never forget that the commodore had played a vital part in rescuing him that night 10 years ago.
Will shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts, suppressing them to be indulged at a time more appropriate.
Instead he occupied the time waiting for Elizabeth by conversing politely with Norrington, who informed him of a trip he was planning to take shortly.
"Where are you planning to go this time?" he asked, curious.
"Well, we have heard word of a certain pirate ship laying berth at Tortuga, and I have decided to investigate." The commodore informed him.
Will smiled knowingly, "The Black Pearl?" he enquired, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, but before you go gallivanting off to save him again, I would think of the consequences such actions may have." Norrington advised, raising an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't dream of it, commodore." Will replied, pretending to be offended by this comment. In truth, Will probably would have attempted such a rescue, but that he really doubted Jack would need his help to evade the British fleet yet again.
"Yes well, please excuse my presumptions, Will, but you don't exactly have the best track record with this sort of thing." Will smiled at this, noting happily that the commodore had called him by his first name.
"Not at all, James, I completely understand your need to take precautions, and I wish you the best of luck on your voyage." He said, and the commodore inclined his head in thanks.
Just at that moment, Elizabeth entered the room, walking gracefully over to them both, wearing an elegant pale blue dress. Will smiled, completely forgetting what he had previously been thinking about, and not caring. She smiled at Will and gave Norrington a peck on the cheek, before excusing them both.
"Of course Miss Swann." The commodore replied, looking wistfully at the pair before giving one final nod and leaving the two alone.
"Elizabeth, You look beautiful" he told her, slipping his hands around her waist. She smiled, entwining her hands in his hair, and pulling him close for a kiss.
They broke apart a moment later as they heard the Governors approach.
"Ah! Elizabeth, Will," he proclaimed, striding over to them, oblivious to anything they may have been doing prior to his entrance.
"Evening, Governor Swann," Will replied, his guilty look disappearing as he realised that the governor hadnt noticed any inappropriate behaviour on their part. Elizabeth smiled, and kissed her father on the cheek.
"Hello father," she greeted him.
"So, were are you off to this evening?" The governor asked them.
"We're going to the gallery, father." Elizabeth told him.
"Ah yes, good good, well, I shant keep you any longer, have a good time both of you. Do take good care of my daughter, Will."
"Of course" Will answered, and the governor smiled and left.
Will and Elizabeth grinned at each other before leaving the house and continuing along the pathways.
"That was a close one!" Will exclaimed, as he took Elizabeths hand, and led her towards the gallery.
"Yes," she agreed, "We shall have to be more careful in future!" She had meant to be serious, but she couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips, as she thought of how amusing it would have been to see the look upon her fathers face, if he had caught his daughter in such a compromising position.
Will smiled, and hooked her arm through his, as they entered the enormous and ornate gallery.
There were pictures everywhere, all over the walls, each one embroidered with beautiful frames, and golden plaques depicting the artwork. The stairs in the centre of the main entrance were large and covered with a rich red velvet carpet.
As Will looked around at the exquisite décor and the finely dressed men and women, he couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Rarely had he ever had the chance to visit such places, mostly because he would be scorned at for ever attempting to mingle with the upper class.
Now it was different though, as Elizabeth had insisted that he take no notice of what others may think, stating that if she didn't care, why should any one else, least of all him.
And so, Will had dressed up as neatly as he could afford to, and escorted Elizabeth to the most upper-class place that he could think of; the port royal art gallery.
Elizabeth held onto his arm as he guided her up the stairs and through the hallways, stopping to admire artwork on the way. Elizabeth seemed to know a lot more than he did about any of these modern artists, and could interpret them with seeming ease. Will merely nodded and agreed, hanging on to every word she spoke, happy to be beside her, though he found himself more interested in looking at her than any of the paintings or sculptures so far.
He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked through to a second room, enjoying just being with her. Elizabeth seemed to sense what he was thinking, as she smiled up at him, leaning against him as they stood admiring yet more paintings.
"Oh look!" She said, suddenly pointing, "that's a portrait of the commodore!" Will looked to where she had gestured, and, sure enough, there hung a portrait of Norrington.
Will was surprised at how Norrington had been depicted. He seemed to be glaring at whoever had been painting him, and his arrogant gaze made him appear cold and ruthless. It astounded him how different he looked, and yet it couldn't possibly be anyone else. Everything in the picture was the same as the commodore, bar a small cut on his left cheek, but that may have healed since the picture had been painted. So there could be no doubt as to who it was.
Will was just about to turn away from the painting to voice his feelings to Elizabeth, when something caught his eye. It was the golden plaque below the painting. Though it wasn't the plaque itself that had drawn his eye, it was what was on it. In scrawling, italic writing, it said;
Portrait,
Capt. Edward Fish Gallamoe,
Artist anonymous
Date unknown.
'Edward Gallamoe?' Will thought, 'that's odd.' Somehow the name sounded familiar, he didn't know why, but he knew it from somwhere. 'But where?' he asked himself, frowning.
A second later, his mind was thrown into chaos, images flashing relentlessly before his eyes. With just a name, he was suddenly not in the gallery anymore, He was falling into nothingness, plunging into darkness, with scenes unreeling before his helpless eyes.
"No, lad, you don't want to be going in there." Somebody told him. He looked up, and he saw who it was that had spoken. It was Captain Rickley, his usually stern face showed concern, and regret at the news he had to give him.
"But it's my mother!" Will heard himself say. His mother. These were his memories. Suddenly, Will realised with such certain clarity that this was the day that his mother had been found dead. Suddenly, Will didn't want the memories that he had for so long yearned for. He didn't want to know what had happened this fateful day.
Another flash, and he was standing in a dimly lit room, people crowding round him. He looked down and wished that he hadn't. His mothers body lay at his feet. He panicked, dropping to his knees, and crying out to her. She didn't respond, she couldn't. Her skin was cold to the touch, and looked pale as snow in contrast to the crimson blood clinging to her throaght.
He was shaking his mothers lifeless body, begging her to wake, but to no avail. He cried out in anguish, sobbing hysterically against her corpse.
"Who?" he cried out to the people around him, "Who did this?" No-one answered his desperate plea, choosing instead to keep their distance, pitying the poor orphan.
Anger surged through him, replacing his grief, consuming him completely. Good, he thought. I don't want to think about it, all I want is revenge. With eyes blazing he turned to the inspector.
"I have a right to know my mothers killer!" he yelled. The man nodded slowly, understanding. The answer he gave, Will swore he would never forget.
"Edward Fish Gallamoe. He is the murderer of your mother."
Edward Gallamoe. Will repeated the name to himself, fury consuming him, as he vowed his revenge. Once more, he looked down upon his mother's body, and whispered to her.
"I will avenge you." Before he ran off, through the crowd. One thought was all he had room for in his grief filled mind. He would find his father, and together, they would make Gallamoe pay for what he had done...
One last flash, and Will blinked. He was back in the art gallery again, looking into the eyes of the painting. The man stared back, mocking him, laughing at how he had forgotten. Well I won't forget again he thought to himself.
He suddenly realised that Elizabeth had been pulling on his arm, worry evident on her face.
"Let's get away from here." He said to Elizabeth, turning away from the painting. She nodded, still concerned, and followed him out of the gallery.
Will knew that he was acting strange, but there was only one thing that his mind could process at the moment;
Norrington had killed his mother.
.........
(eastenders beat; dun dun dun-dun-dun-dun)
k, so how did u all like it? I hope it was alright. Thanx to all my reviewers.
Jack; Thank you, and I will, how did u like this one? :)
Lordlanceahlot; Don't mention it, you are a fantastic writer. Thank you so much for reviewing, it means a lot, cos I love all of your stories :) thanks for the advice, ill get to changing the description soon, I guess I was just trying to fit too much info into the box thing. Hope you liked this chapter. :)
Relaxed-guru89; Hiya! Thanx for reviewing, soz for making you wait so long for this one, hope you liked it :)
Wolfgazer325; hey thanx :) I do try not to just repeat stories that have already been written, cos I get bored of them. I hope you like this chapter aswell. Your story is gr8 too, so thanx for reviewing. :)
Okay, so, I really hope you all like this chapter, if you did, pls review? If you didn't, pls review?
Ps; can anyone tell me when jelly was actually invented? (I think that's jello for any American readers, cos I think u call jam jelly???)... cos I was wondering whether they would have had jelly in potc time?
Pps; if anyone is confused by this chapter, pls let me know, and Il try to fix it as best as I can, thnx :)
Ppps; PLS REVIEW???