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 - Oh man I just got my uncle to send me the POTC DVD from America and it wont work here!!!!! I am soooooo not happy. It was a Christmas and birthday gift and I don't know what to do. On a lighter note thankies to all reviewers!!!!! I love you all soooo much!!! I'm in a real happy mood cos I just got back and all!!!!!! I was quite sad through when I got a review ish didn't like from Allora Gale but is very happy now on account of all your reviews but especially Lizzie9! *Huggles them to death* really you are too kind! So thankx for all ur reviews and Lizzie9 this chapie is for you..
Chapter Eight - Midnight Wandering
The dappled moonlight streamed down on the relatively calm waters and cast an eerie glow over the large vessel. Illuminating the heavens and bringing a beautiful yet gloomy and mysterious out look on the scene the orb left few shadows as it crept over the sky. Damp with sweat Emily rolled around in her cot with pain written all over her troubled and slightly pale face. Sitting up suddenly she lurched forward and gasped for air. Claiming her breath she smoothed back her tousled curls and concentrated on steading her breathing pace as she glanced around the room.
It was only a dream. She told herself. Only a dream. Blinking a few times Emily let her eyes adjust to the dim light before rubbing them sleepily. But it had seemed so real. She could almost have sworn it was. Shaking back her untameable waves she smiled slightly. Now she was just being silly. Dreams are dreams. They don't represent anything but wonders and wishes. Reality didn't fall into place and get muddled up with them. Well, not often anyway. She reminded herself with a smile.
Stifling a yawn she realised the likelihood of sleep coming anytime soon was not in her favour. Being as quiet as possible she pulled on some shoes and grabbed her cloak from the end of the cot. Tying it around her neck loosely her large eyes scanned the room one last time. Landing on her parents sleeping forms she smiled. Pausing for a moment to make sure their sleep was genuine and not an act she quietly tip toed from the room.
Passing through the galley and past the crew and the Captains sleeping quarters she finally emerged onto the deck. Smothering a laugh Emily tried to block out the snoring that continued to echo in her ears. Hearing voices she froze and tried not to eavesdrop but failed terribly.
"You really think Barbossa's old crew are going te try and bring him back to life?"
"I wouldn't be surprised m'boy. I wouldn't be surprised at all."
Emily realised the conversation was between Jack and Patrick. Deciding it wasn't anything that interested her terribly as they would discuss more about that topic when light came, she made to head back down the old wooden stairs when Patrick spoke again.
"And.what of Emily? You know as well as I do what they want."
The sudden silence scared Emily. What about her? She thought. What did they need? And more importantly would they get it? Unable to stand the suspense of not knowing her own fate she stepped out from the shadows and tried to act as if she had heard nothing of their previous conversation.
Hearing her footsteps on the creaking wood Jack halted in what he was about to say. Patrick, noticing also, shot him a warning glance and Jack smiled back in acknowledgment. Nodding to both of them before mumbling something about taking over from Ana before departing. Emily glanced over her shoulder at his retreating back in confusion before turning back to face the young man while leaning against the metal rail. Smiling slightly at her Patrick observed her carefully hoping she hadn't heard the conversation held earlier between him and Jack.
Also placing his hands on the rail he looked into the water. "You know you never answered my question."
Puzzled slightly Emily tilted her head at him with confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
Together they both turned away from the others gaze and instead stared down into the deep waters. Watching the small tumbling waves crash against the hull Patrick spoke. "Whether you'd be my friend or not."
Suddenly remembering she nodded. "Oh, that question."
Silence cut threw the air as Patrick glanced over at the young woman beside him out of the corner of his eye. Hurrying along the process he spoke yet again. "So.will you?" He held a slight casual tone but deep down he was hoping she would.
Tearing her eyes away from the churning ocean she examined his face. The question was genuine. She could tell by the look in his eyes and despite the layback manor he presented her she could also tell hope. Thinking for a moment she drew out her time in a teasing way. A smile finally tugged at her lips and lit up her own eyes. "I'd like that."
A smile also appeared on Patrick's naturally bronzed face, almost instantly but he managed to hide it. Emily, still smiling slightly, leaned further over the rail to stare down into the depths of the turbulent waters. Silence pierced the air for the second time that night but this time unlike the first it was a comfortable friendly pause that didn't last nearly that long at all. Sighing Emily pulled back from the rail and leant her back against it. Squinting her eyes slightly she looked him over before dropping her gaze.
"You know you don't seem the type to ask for permission."
Patrick's smile reappeared. "Well you don't seem the type the type to befriend a pirate."
Smiling Emily nodded in agreement mischief fleeting across her face. "Ah but I didn't remember. Unless.that's the greetings you're used to."
They both paused at the memory enjoying the quiet of the night. Emily, still leaning against the rail, shivered slightly and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Seeing this small act Patrick removed his own seaworthy and slightly worn coat and drooped it around her shoulders in a friendly gesture. She smiled thankfully up at him and her returned with a small grin.
"I'd better go back to bed. It's not even dawn yet."
He nodded in response and they exchanged goodbyes before Emily headed back down to her sleeping quarters. Sighing Patrick turned back to the calming waters and closed his eyes. Hearing footsteps he flung them open and spun around cautiously. Disappointment was evident on his young face when Jack's figure loomed out of the vast shadows. Trying to hide his displeasure Patrick turned back to the water. Not in the least bit insulted by his sons' actions Jack remained where he was, eyes glued to the young boys' figure and a grin slowly spreading across his tanned face.
"I'm going to have grandchildren."
Surprised by his sudden outburst Patrick spun around. "What?"
Ignoring the question undoubtedly aimed at him Jack began to count on his fingers at he spoke. "And I'll teach 'em how to steal.no wait 'commandeer', plunder, sword fight and most importantly drink! None of that pansy stuff mind you. Real strong manly drinks like.rum! Not that's an essential."
He grinned in his quirky manor and Patrick stared at him more that a little off put. "Ah Jack."
Continuing to ignore his feeble attempts to speak Jack turned around and mumbled something along the lines of; I need to write a list. Patrick still rather confused sighed and failed to hear Emily reappear. Still off in his own world he also failed to see Jack hug her in a somewhat drunken manor.
"Welcome to the family, love."
Breaking away from her Jack continued on his way leaving a confused Emily behind. Still rather puzzled by the previous event she turned to the young man who had suddenly realised he was not alone. "What was all that about?"
Smiling in a semi reassuring way Patrick shrugged in response. "Just Jack being what he considers normal."
They exchanged grins before Emily spoke again. "Ah I shouldn't have asked. I can't stay I only came back to return your coat." She removed it and held the bundle out to him and when he didn't take it she continued. "It's a cold night and if you intend on staying above the deck, which I shall assume you do, I suggest you accept it. In fact I insist."
Shaking his head in a bemused way he took the coat from her and managed a smile.
"Well.goodnight Patrick."
She nodded to him and turned on her heel without another glance. Staring after her retreating back he watched her disappear down the stairs. Listening until the soft noise of her footsteps was no longer audible he smiled slightly.
"Goodnight.Emily."
Authors Note - *Is not in the mood for laughter and instead shifts eyes evilly* sound familiar? Well it should. I know this story is quite fluffy but it's my story and I'll make it as fluffy as I choose. But don't worry there are some events I've already got lined up and I think 2 chapters already fully written. I know there in also a lot of talking in the last couple of chapters but I really need to bring Pat and Emily into character. Well anyway I hope you all had a great X'mas and a Happy New Year! I know I did despite the stupid DVD which I don't know what to do with.. *Walks of mumbling and cursing* 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 - Oh man I just got my uncle to send me the POTC DVD from America and it wont work here!!!!! I am soooooo not happy. It was a Christmas and birthday gift and I don't know what to do. On a lighter note thankies to all reviewers!!!!! I love you all soooo much!!! I'm in a real happy mood cos I just got back and all!!!!!! I was quite sad through when I got a review ish didn't like from Allora Gale but is very happy now on account of all your reviews but especially Lizzie9! *Huggles them to death* really you are too kind! So thankx for all ur reviews and Lizzie9 this chapie is for you..
Chapter Eight - Midnight Wandering
The dappled moonlight streamed down on the relatively calm waters and cast an eerie glow over the large vessel. Illuminating the heavens and bringing a beautiful yet gloomy and mysterious out look on the scene the orb left few shadows as it crept over the sky. Damp with sweat Emily rolled around in her cot with pain written all over her troubled and slightly pale face. Sitting up suddenly she lurched forward and gasped for air. Claiming her breath she smoothed back her tousled curls and concentrated on steading her breathing pace as she glanced around the room.
It was only a dream. She told herself. Only a dream. Blinking a few times Emily let her eyes adjust to the dim light before rubbing them sleepily. But it had seemed so real. She could almost have sworn it was. Shaking back her untameable waves she smiled slightly. Now she was just being silly. Dreams are dreams. They don't represent anything but wonders and wishes. Reality didn't fall into place and get muddled up with them. Well, not often anyway. She reminded herself with a smile.
Stifling a yawn she realised the likelihood of sleep coming anytime soon was not in her favour. Being as quiet as possible she pulled on some shoes and grabbed her cloak from the end of the cot. Tying it around her neck loosely her large eyes scanned the room one last time. Landing on her parents sleeping forms she smiled. Pausing for a moment to make sure their sleep was genuine and not an act she quietly tip toed from the room.
Passing through the galley and past the crew and the Captains sleeping quarters she finally emerged onto the deck. Smothering a laugh Emily tried to block out the snoring that continued to echo in her ears. Hearing voices she froze and tried not to eavesdrop but failed terribly.
"You really think Barbossa's old crew are going te try and bring him back to life?"
"I wouldn't be surprised m'boy. I wouldn't be surprised at all."
Emily realised the conversation was between Jack and Patrick. Deciding it wasn't anything that interested her terribly as they would discuss more about that topic when light came, she made to head back down the old wooden stairs when Patrick spoke again.
"And.what of Emily? You know as well as I do what they want."
The sudden silence scared Emily. What about her? She thought. What did they need? And more importantly would they get it? Unable to stand the suspense of not knowing her own fate she stepped out from the shadows and tried to act as if she had heard nothing of their previous conversation.
Hearing her footsteps on the creaking wood Jack halted in what he was about to say. Patrick, noticing also, shot him a warning glance and Jack smiled back in acknowledgment. Nodding to both of them before mumbling something about taking over from Ana before departing. Emily glanced over her shoulder at his retreating back in confusion before turning back to face the young man while leaning against the metal rail. Smiling slightly at her Patrick observed her carefully hoping she hadn't heard the conversation held earlier between him and Jack.
Also placing his hands on the rail he looked into the water. "You know you never answered my question."
Puzzled slightly Emily tilted her head at him with confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
Together they both turned away from the others gaze and instead stared down into the deep waters. Watching the small tumbling waves crash against the hull Patrick spoke. "Whether you'd be my friend or not."
Suddenly remembering she nodded. "Oh, that question."
Silence cut threw the air as Patrick glanced over at the young woman beside him out of the corner of his eye. Hurrying along the process he spoke yet again. "So.will you?" He held a slight casual tone but deep down he was hoping she would.
Tearing her eyes away from the churning ocean she examined his face. The question was genuine. She could tell by the look in his eyes and despite the layback manor he presented her she could also tell hope. Thinking for a moment she drew out her time in a teasing way. A smile finally tugged at her lips and lit up her own eyes. "I'd like that."
A smile also appeared on Patrick's naturally bronzed face, almost instantly but he managed to hide it. Emily, still smiling slightly, leaned further over the rail to stare down into the depths of the turbulent waters. Silence pierced the air for the second time that night but this time unlike the first it was a comfortable friendly pause that didn't last nearly that long at all. Sighing Emily pulled back from the rail and leant her back against it. Squinting her eyes slightly she looked him over before dropping her gaze.
"You know you don't seem the type to ask for permission."
Patrick's smile reappeared. "Well you don't seem the type the type to befriend a pirate."
Smiling Emily nodded in agreement mischief fleeting across her face. "Ah but I didn't remember. Unless.that's the greetings you're used to."
They both paused at the memory enjoying the quiet of the night. Emily, still leaning against the rail, shivered slightly and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Seeing this small act Patrick removed his own seaworthy and slightly worn coat and drooped it around her shoulders in a friendly gesture. She smiled thankfully up at him and her returned with a small grin.
"I'd better go back to bed. It's not even dawn yet."
He nodded in response and they exchanged goodbyes before Emily headed back down to her sleeping quarters. Sighing Patrick turned back to the calming waters and closed his eyes. Hearing footsteps he flung them open and spun around cautiously. Disappointment was evident on his young face when Jack's figure loomed out of the vast shadows. Trying to hide his displeasure Patrick turned back to the water. Not in the least bit insulted by his sons' actions Jack remained where he was, eyes glued to the young boys' figure and a grin slowly spreading across his tanned face.
"I'm going to have grandchildren."
Surprised by his sudden outburst Patrick spun around. "What?"
Ignoring the question undoubtedly aimed at him Jack began to count on his fingers at he spoke. "And I'll teach 'em how to steal.no wait 'commandeer', plunder, sword fight and most importantly drink! None of that pansy stuff mind you. Real strong manly drinks like.rum! Not that's an essential."
He grinned in his quirky manor and Patrick stared at him more that a little off put. "Ah Jack."
Continuing to ignore his feeble attempts to speak Jack turned around and mumbled something along the lines of; I need to write a list. Patrick still rather confused sighed and failed to hear Emily reappear. Still off in his own world he also failed to see Jack hug her in a somewhat drunken manor.
"Welcome to the family, love."
Breaking away from her Jack continued on his way leaving a confused Emily behind. Still rather puzzled by the previous event she turned to the young man who had suddenly realised he was not alone. "What was all that about?"
Smiling in a semi reassuring way Patrick shrugged in response. "Just Jack being what he considers normal."
They exchanged grins before Emily spoke again. "Ah I shouldn't have asked. I can't stay I only came back to return your coat." She removed it and held the bundle out to him and when he didn't take it she continued. "It's a cold night and if you intend on staying above the deck, which I shall assume you do, I suggest you accept it. In fact I insist."
Shaking his head in a bemused way he took the coat from her and managed a smile.
"Well.goodnight Patrick."
She nodded to him and turned on her heel without another glance. Staring after her retreating back he watched her disappear down the stairs. Listening until the soft noise of her footsteps was no longer audible he smiled slightly.
"Goodnight.Emily."
Authors Note - *Is not in the mood for laughter and instead shifts eyes evilly* sound familiar? Well it should. I know this story is quite fluffy but it's my story and I'll make it as fluffy as I choose. But don't worry there are some events I've already got lined up and I think 2 chapters already fully written. I know there in also a lot of talking in the last couple of chapters but I really need to bring Pat and Emily into character. Well anyway I hope you all had a great X'mas and a Happy New Year! I know I did despite the stupid DVD which I don't know what to do with.. *Walks of mumbling and cursing* Love Lizzie