Pirates of the Caribbean - The Next Generation
Disclaimer - Much to my disappointment I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Emily Jane. *Grumble* I wish I owned POTC through. *Sigh* Life can be so unfair. Mean Disney thinks of everything. *Walks of grumbling*
Summary - What if Will and Elizabeth had a daughter? What if she came in possession of a piece of Cortez's cursed treasure? They'd be stupid if they didn't call on a certain pirate captain and what if he had a little surprise of his own? Read to find out!!!!
Authors Note - Ohhhhh! So many reviews!!!! Thankies to Lyra Silvertongue 13, Dell-Doo, orli*N*keira, iluvobandew, ThePinkPanther, Jeff's Favourite Skittle and mechal!!!! This chapter is dedicated to all of you!!!! *Gigglesnort* Lame I know and oh yeah I read back over my last chapter and it was kinda confusing. *Shrugs* Oh well. Here's the next chapter for all you Jack fans..
Chapter Two - Storms and Strumpets
~*~Somewhere in the Caribbean~*~
Rain poured down by the bucket load. Tumultuous storm clouds raged and the violent waters threw the large wooden vessel around as if it was made of mere paper. Desperately clinging to the rope ladder a young boy fought viciously against the strong winds. Keeping a steady eye on the figure at the helm he clasped a stray rope firmly in his hand and swung down onto the deck. Picking himself up of the drenched wooden floors he wiped the water from his dark eyes.
"Jack the storms not improving. We need to get to land!" His voice came out no louder than normal even through it left his mouth a scream.
The pirate shook his head determinedly, beads jingling. His black hair stuck to the side of his face. Nothing but the worst could possibly turn Jack from the sea. It had always been that way. He needed the ocean and in its own way the ocean needed him.
Another strike of lightning cut the dark sky as the ship was thrown viciously into the crashing waves. The young boy knew that Jack would be as stubborn as all hell all he had to do was be stubborner. Stepping up beside the older man he yelled against the wind.
"Jack. We need to make Port! The Pearl and everyone aboard is at risk!"
Eyeing his first mate Jack sighed. The Pearl was everything to him. And he would never forgive himself if anything happened to the crew that he could have prevented. Nodding his head slightly he turned his head for the first time to face the boy.
"Closest land?"
"Tortuga."
A smile flickered over the rugged looking mans wet lips. Running a hand through his wind swept hair he grinned at the boy. "Tortuga eh? This could be better than I thought."
Rolling his eyes the younger man turned to walk away or rather tried to walk considering the horrible weather. Staggering down the stairs and back to his cabin he grasped the rail firmly with strong hands. Jack, still bearing the same grin, yelled to his retreating form.
"Tell Gibbs we make for Tortuga."
Shaking his head slightly, water running down his face the boy grinned to himself before disappearing into the quarters. Instantly feeling a whole lot wetter than he was he headed towards the kitchen leaving a trail of water behind. Upon opening the door he looked towards the table where the familiar figure of Gibbs could be seen leaning over a mug of what was presumably rum. His grin broadening the young man realised that the drunken man was yet again asleep.
Stepping over a large puddle the young man walked towards the snoring figure. How the older man could sleep through all this was beyond him but then again, a smile formed on his face, this was Gibbs. He reached out to shake the slumped figure but then thought better of it.
"GIBBS!"
Jumping slightly the man sat up straight immediately. His face was slightly white with shock and the imprints from the table were clearly visible on his right cheek. Trying to keep a straight face the boy leant over to him so his voice wouldn't have to fight against the steadily growing wind and deafening thunder.
"Jack told me ta tell ya we make for Tortuga."
Rubbing his eyes sleepily Gibbs looked up from his mug of rum. "That bad huh?"
Nodding the boy grabbed a bottle of rum from the table. Blocking the complaints from his head he quickly exited the room and made for his cabin. Normally he would have stayed above to assist but the storm was at a helpless stage and now that he'd convinced Jack to make Port there want much else he could do.
Sighing he flopped onto his bed and opened the bottle. Being First Mate was fun but also a lot of hard work. As he swallowed the last gulp his eyes began to feel drowsy and very soon the young man was asleep.
* * *
Despite the early hour the residents of the small town known as Tortuga were already staggering around in a half-drunk stage. Prostitutes called out invitations to the three men as they strolled down the streets. Smiling Jack waved to the many familiar faces as they headed in the direction of The Sunken Ship.
Finally a shabby tavern loomed ahead of the three. Its windows scratched and well in need of a good wash glinted in the warm sun. Deeply wondering how it could be such a beautiful day after such a horrible storm the younger of the men followed the other two inside.
Glancing quickly around Jack walked towards the bar. Leaning on it casually as if he owned the place the pirate tilted his hat slightly at the waitress. A small smile appeared on the woman's over made-up face. Her blue eyes richly outlined in a smoky grey eye pencil eyed the men with an expression that could probably be best described as hungry.
"Well well what have we got." Recognising the man with dark windswept hair she narrowed her eyes in an accusing way. "Jack Sparrow."
Reaching out with a slender hand she slapped him viciously leaving the poor pirate Captain rubbing what would soon be a bruise. Red handprint perfectly clear upon his cheek Jack smiled cheekily.
"CAPTAIN love. Captain."
The woman's eyes flashed dangerously as she stared at the man before her with disgust. "Alright CAPTAIN." Curtsying in a mocking way she glared at him. "What ever happened to I'll be right back."
"Ah well." The pirate Captain rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. "You know 'ow it is love. With the sea and all."
She nodded, her eyes still narrowed with upmost hate. Smoothing her slightly worn red dress with a one hand she tucked a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear and then continued to clean the many glasses lined up on the counter.
Clearing his throat Jack tried to capture her attention yet again. Pretending she never heard him the woman placed the now sparkling glass back down and reached for another. Rolling his eyes Gibbs stepped forward and placed a hand on Jacks shoulder. Taking a seat next to his Captain Gibbs spoke the young woman politely.
"Miss, I was wondering if you knew where Johnson was?"
Looking up from her work a smile flickered on her face. Without asking Jack knew what was going through her mind. Sighing he pulled a small bag from his pocket and layed it on the wooden counter.
"How much?"
Smiling she placed the glass on the bench and leant towards him.
Authors Note - Hmmmmm! You know the drill. Tell me what you think cos I really need to know. Yeah and I haven't given the boy a name yet. I have a few in mind but if you can give me some suggestions it would be very much appreciated!!! R&R!!! Thankies!! Love Lizzie
Disclaimer - Much to my disappointment I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Emily Jane. *Grumble* I wish I owned POTC through. *Sigh* Life can be so unfair. Mean Disney thinks of everything. *Walks of grumbling*
Summary - What if Will and Elizabeth had a daughter? What if she came in possession of a piece of Cortez's cursed treasure? They'd be stupid if they didn't call on a certain pirate captain and what if he had a little surprise of his own? Read to find out!!!!
Authors Note - Ohhhhh! So many reviews!!!! Thankies to Lyra Silvertongue 13, Dell-Doo, orli*N*keira, iluvobandew, ThePinkPanther, Jeff's Favourite Skittle and mechal!!!! This chapter is dedicated to all of you!!!! *Gigglesnort* Lame I know and oh yeah I read back over my last chapter and it was kinda confusing. *Shrugs* Oh well. Here's the next chapter for all you Jack fans..
Chapter Two - Storms and Strumpets
~*~Somewhere in the Caribbean~*~
Rain poured down by the bucket load. Tumultuous storm clouds raged and the violent waters threw the large wooden vessel around as if it was made of mere paper. Desperately clinging to the rope ladder a young boy fought viciously against the strong winds. Keeping a steady eye on the figure at the helm he clasped a stray rope firmly in his hand and swung down onto the deck. Picking himself up of the drenched wooden floors he wiped the water from his dark eyes.
"Jack the storms not improving. We need to get to land!" His voice came out no louder than normal even through it left his mouth a scream.
The pirate shook his head determinedly, beads jingling. His black hair stuck to the side of his face. Nothing but the worst could possibly turn Jack from the sea. It had always been that way. He needed the ocean and in its own way the ocean needed him.
Another strike of lightning cut the dark sky as the ship was thrown viciously into the crashing waves. The young boy knew that Jack would be as stubborn as all hell all he had to do was be stubborner. Stepping up beside the older man he yelled against the wind.
"Jack. We need to make Port! The Pearl and everyone aboard is at risk!"
Eyeing his first mate Jack sighed. The Pearl was everything to him. And he would never forgive himself if anything happened to the crew that he could have prevented. Nodding his head slightly he turned his head for the first time to face the boy.
"Closest land?"
"Tortuga."
A smile flickered over the rugged looking mans wet lips. Running a hand through his wind swept hair he grinned at the boy. "Tortuga eh? This could be better than I thought."
Rolling his eyes the younger man turned to walk away or rather tried to walk considering the horrible weather. Staggering down the stairs and back to his cabin he grasped the rail firmly with strong hands. Jack, still bearing the same grin, yelled to his retreating form.
"Tell Gibbs we make for Tortuga."
Shaking his head slightly, water running down his face the boy grinned to himself before disappearing into the quarters. Instantly feeling a whole lot wetter than he was he headed towards the kitchen leaving a trail of water behind. Upon opening the door he looked towards the table where the familiar figure of Gibbs could be seen leaning over a mug of what was presumably rum. His grin broadening the young man realised that the drunken man was yet again asleep.
Stepping over a large puddle the young man walked towards the snoring figure. How the older man could sleep through all this was beyond him but then again, a smile formed on his face, this was Gibbs. He reached out to shake the slumped figure but then thought better of it.
"GIBBS!"
Jumping slightly the man sat up straight immediately. His face was slightly white with shock and the imprints from the table were clearly visible on his right cheek. Trying to keep a straight face the boy leant over to him so his voice wouldn't have to fight against the steadily growing wind and deafening thunder.
"Jack told me ta tell ya we make for Tortuga."
Rubbing his eyes sleepily Gibbs looked up from his mug of rum. "That bad huh?"
Nodding the boy grabbed a bottle of rum from the table. Blocking the complaints from his head he quickly exited the room and made for his cabin. Normally he would have stayed above to assist but the storm was at a helpless stage and now that he'd convinced Jack to make Port there want much else he could do.
Sighing he flopped onto his bed and opened the bottle. Being First Mate was fun but also a lot of hard work. As he swallowed the last gulp his eyes began to feel drowsy and very soon the young man was asleep.
* * *
Despite the early hour the residents of the small town known as Tortuga were already staggering around in a half-drunk stage. Prostitutes called out invitations to the three men as they strolled down the streets. Smiling Jack waved to the many familiar faces as they headed in the direction of The Sunken Ship.
Finally a shabby tavern loomed ahead of the three. Its windows scratched and well in need of a good wash glinted in the warm sun. Deeply wondering how it could be such a beautiful day after such a horrible storm the younger of the men followed the other two inside.
Glancing quickly around Jack walked towards the bar. Leaning on it casually as if he owned the place the pirate tilted his hat slightly at the waitress. A small smile appeared on the woman's over made-up face. Her blue eyes richly outlined in a smoky grey eye pencil eyed the men with an expression that could probably be best described as hungry.
"Well well what have we got." Recognising the man with dark windswept hair she narrowed her eyes in an accusing way. "Jack Sparrow."
Reaching out with a slender hand she slapped him viciously leaving the poor pirate Captain rubbing what would soon be a bruise. Red handprint perfectly clear upon his cheek Jack smiled cheekily.
"CAPTAIN love. Captain."
The woman's eyes flashed dangerously as she stared at the man before her with disgust. "Alright CAPTAIN." Curtsying in a mocking way she glared at him. "What ever happened to I'll be right back."
"Ah well." The pirate Captain rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. "You know 'ow it is love. With the sea and all."
She nodded, her eyes still narrowed with upmost hate. Smoothing her slightly worn red dress with a one hand she tucked a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear and then continued to clean the many glasses lined up on the counter.
Clearing his throat Jack tried to capture her attention yet again. Pretending she never heard him the woman placed the now sparkling glass back down and reached for another. Rolling his eyes Gibbs stepped forward and placed a hand on Jacks shoulder. Taking a seat next to his Captain Gibbs spoke the young woman politely.
"Miss, I was wondering if you knew where Johnson was?"
Looking up from her work a smile flickered on her face. Without asking Jack knew what was going through her mind. Sighing he pulled a small bag from his pocket and layed it on the wooden counter.
"How much?"
Smiling she placed the glass on the bench and leant towards him.
Authors Note - Hmmmmm! You know the drill. Tell me what you think cos I really need to know. Yeah and I haven't given the boy a name yet. I have a few in mind but if you can give me some suggestions it would be very much appreciated!!! R&R!!! Thankies!! Love Lizzie