Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean; therefore, I must resort
to writing fanfic. Believe me, as fun as fanfic is, I would rather be lying
on some beach with a mansion to my name but hopefully not watching anybody
sailing away with my ship. Anyway, Disney is the sole owner of Pirates of
the Caribbean but I own original characters such as Capt. Wym Aureillia,
original objects such as the Fathomless Crypt (sorry ship not object, my
mistake), and plot.
Keep reviewing as always! Thanks yet again to everyone for the reviews! In order to develop plot I need to construct a few more fighting scene so stay with me! Things will happen.
BADGER! (Please do not ask, and no I'm not clinically insane.)
The rest of the story is set a year after Jack gets the Pearl back (2 years from the start of the fic); Will and Elizabeth (now married) have joined him again on the Pearl. R&R and enjoy!
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"She's not quite m'sort"
Will looked for all the world as though he was experiencing a heart attack. He seized up, his eyes practically bulged, and the sounds he tried to form were utterly incoherent. But when Wym applied pressure to his sword he held fast. She swung her sword experimentally and he blocked, slowly coming out of his shocked reverie.
Elizabeth flew at the pirate captain and was calmly pushed aside with Wym's left hand in her stomach. Wym started to tackle Will's sword with her own and they edged rather rapidly back to top deck. All the while Will fought backwards carried by the motion of the fight. Wym realized immediately that Will was not another incompetent fighter. The best fighters at sea were few and far between, most pirate captains themselves such as Jack and the captain of another ship, The Raven's Talon, and none were spectacularly well trained with a cutlass let alone a sword.
Once on deck Wym realized that she no longer had the advantage, confident that she had the ability to overcome Will, but no longer at advantage. She slipped and missed a few parries and advances. Her footing slipped when Will used his height to advantage and brought his sword down rather than across.
Jack watched the swordplay between Wym and Will from a ledge in the deck. He noted complacently that his calculations were correct, that Wym was stumbling slightly against Will's flashing blade. Then he noted the slight yet disturbing shift in Wym's tactics and stance. He realized within seconds that she was adapting. Sure enough Wym started to meet each and every one of Will's advances. Then, once again, she called the shots and stopped fighting defensively.
"A two man fight," Jack muttered drawing his cutlass. He swung at Wym's blind side just as she moved to the right. She lifted a second sword from one of four scabbards on her belt and lashed at Jack left-handed.
The battle became one of interesting sorts, the young lass fending off and attacking two full-grown men without success or failure. However, the strength of two fighters against one wore on Wym until she was forced to improvise.
"Ye're not so shoddy with that blade, nor so on the eyes," Wym smiled at Will simply disarming him of his sword. She turned on Jack and pushed him away, whirling again on Will and forcing him against a mast only to drive her sword through his shirt and into the wood. Caught in surprise Will struggled against the vise and gawped at the lass running off to meet Jack's flying cutlass.
Wym maneuvered Jack's cutlass out of his hands and stuck her own sword into the deck of the Pearl. She grasped Jack's shirt and their mouths met until Wym was kissing Jack roughly yet in an oddly mocking fashion (A/N Why not?). Neither closed their eyes and over Wym's shoulder Jack could see the pirates of the Crypt making their way below deck, most likely in search of the booty. Before Jack could shake Wym away, however, she stepped back and grinned at him.
"Been so long, Jack," she drawled and frowned. "Yer lad doesn't let go of a grudge does he?" Wrenching her sword from the deck (Jack choked at the jagged scar the point had made) she met a now free, if disgruntled, Will now wielding two swords, his own and the one Wym had used to trap him. Wym disarmed Will of her original sword and caught Jack's sleeve with the edge of it to keep him from stopping her crew's "work" below.
The fight seemed to start over again but now the foreign captain was weak, very weak. Her chest was heaving, in fact her entire body was heaving, she was coughing, retching. Still fighting, she spat to the side and both Jack and Will noticed the dark stain left on the already dark wood of the Pearl where the liquid had landed. Jack looked at the spot curiously until it was necessary for him to dodge what appeared to be a vicious attempt by Wym to relieve him of his head.
Wym retched violently again, pulling her right arm away from Will's attack to wipe her mouth. When she met again it wasn't for long. She could feel the smooth barrel of a pistol at the base of her neck.
Both Will and Jack were looking at the person behind her, Will in complete shock, Jack slightly bemused/ amused. (A/N Take your pick) Wym looked around her at the silent and apprehensive crews frozen in the middle of combat, waiting and watching.
"Prenez le treasure et allez!" Wym called out and her crew evacuated the ship silently and without so much as a blink of an eye. The crew of the Pearl didn't move an inch.
"Blarney, command her until I be back," Wym addressed a man at the rigging of the Crypt, the rest of the crew counting out stolen cases. An eerie stillness had settled over the Pearl.
Wym characteristically smiled at her two previous attackers, miniscule pools of blood formed at each corner of her mouth. She jerked her head the person holding the gun lightly.
"It took a lass to catch me, lads."
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Shiver Me Timbers ---( a.k.a Review NOW in pirate talk^^ I want to officially apologise to anybody I may have offended with my completely terrible French.
Keep reviewing as always! Thanks yet again to everyone for the reviews! In order to develop plot I need to construct a few more fighting scene so stay with me! Things will happen.
BADGER! (Please do not ask, and no I'm not clinically insane.)
The rest of the story is set a year after Jack gets the Pearl back (2 years from the start of the fic); Will and Elizabeth (now married) have joined him again on the Pearl. R&R and enjoy!
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"She's not quite m'sort"
Will looked for all the world as though he was experiencing a heart attack. He seized up, his eyes practically bulged, and the sounds he tried to form were utterly incoherent. But when Wym applied pressure to his sword he held fast. She swung her sword experimentally and he blocked, slowly coming out of his shocked reverie.
Elizabeth flew at the pirate captain and was calmly pushed aside with Wym's left hand in her stomach. Wym started to tackle Will's sword with her own and they edged rather rapidly back to top deck. All the while Will fought backwards carried by the motion of the fight. Wym realized immediately that Will was not another incompetent fighter. The best fighters at sea were few and far between, most pirate captains themselves such as Jack and the captain of another ship, The Raven's Talon, and none were spectacularly well trained with a cutlass let alone a sword.
Once on deck Wym realized that she no longer had the advantage, confident that she had the ability to overcome Will, but no longer at advantage. She slipped and missed a few parries and advances. Her footing slipped when Will used his height to advantage and brought his sword down rather than across.
Jack watched the swordplay between Wym and Will from a ledge in the deck. He noted complacently that his calculations were correct, that Wym was stumbling slightly against Will's flashing blade. Then he noted the slight yet disturbing shift in Wym's tactics and stance. He realized within seconds that she was adapting. Sure enough Wym started to meet each and every one of Will's advances. Then, once again, she called the shots and stopped fighting defensively.
"A two man fight," Jack muttered drawing his cutlass. He swung at Wym's blind side just as she moved to the right. She lifted a second sword from one of four scabbards on her belt and lashed at Jack left-handed.
The battle became one of interesting sorts, the young lass fending off and attacking two full-grown men without success or failure. However, the strength of two fighters against one wore on Wym until she was forced to improvise.
"Ye're not so shoddy with that blade, nor so on the eyes," Wym smiled at Will simply disarming him of his sword. She turned on Jack and pushed him away, whirling again on Will and forcing him against a mast only to drive her sword through his shirt and into the wood. Caught in surprise Will struggled against the vise and gawped at the lass running off to meet Jack's flying cutlass.
Wym maneuvered Jack's cutlass out of his hands and stuck her own sword into the deck of the Pearl. She grasped Jack's shirt and their mouths met until Wym was kissing Jack roughly yet in an oddly mocking fashion (A/N Why not?). Neither closed their eyes and over Wym's shoulder Jack could see the pirates of the Crypt making their way below deck, most likely in search of the booty. Before Jack could shake Wym away, however, she stepped back and grinned at him.
"Been so long, Jack," she drawled and frowned. "Yer lad doesn't let go of a grudge does he?" Wrenching her sword from the deck (Jack choked at the jagged scar the point had made) she met a now free, if disgruntled, Will now wielding two swords, his own and the one Wym had used to trap him. Wym disarmed Will of her original sword and caught Jack's sleeve with the edge of it to keep him from stopping her crew's "work" below.
The fight seemed to start over again but now the foreign captain was weak, very weak. Her chest was heaving, in fact her entire body was heaving, she was coughing, retching. Still fighting, she spat to the side and both Jack and Will noticed the dark stain left on the already dark wood of the Pearl where the liquid had landed. Jack looked at the spot curiously until it was necessary for him to dodge what appeared to be a vicious attempt by Wym to relieve him of his head.
Wym retched violently again, pulling her right arm away from Will's attack to wipe her mouth. When she met again it wasn't for long. She could feel the smooth barrel of a pistol at the base of her neck.
Both Will and Jack were looking at the person behind her, Will in complete shock, Jack slightly bemused/ amused. (A/N Take your pick) Wym looked around her at the silent and apprehensive crews frozen in the middle of combat, waiting and watching.
"Prenez le treasure et allez!" Wym called out and her crew evacuated the ship silently and without so much as a blink of an eye. The crew of the Pearl didn't move an inch.
"Blarney, command her until I be back," Wym addressed a man at the rigging of the Crypt, the rest of the crew counting out stolen cases. An eerie stillness had settled over the Pearl.
Wym characteristically smiled at her two previous attackers, miniscule pools of blood formed at each corner of her mouth. She jerked her head the person holding the gun lightly.
"It took a lass to catch me, lads."
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Shiver Me Timbers ---( a.k.a Review NOW in pirate talk^^ I want to officially apologise to anybody I may have offended with my completely terrible French.