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 and Patrick. *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 - Ho hum! *Throws confetti* Is going away AGAIN! Ohhhhh this is going to be a short Authors Note thing cos I'm putting a longer one at the bottom. *Nods* But while I remember guess what? No wait..I've forgotten. No! No I haven't. This person called Allie asked me to put my story on her site. Hmmmmm what do you think? Oh yeah and I am not a doctor, I am not a nurse, I am an Orlando Bloom worshipper, POTC fan writer, all around good guy George of the Jungle. So if my medical treatment isn't up to scratch blame an elephant. Anyway...
Chapter Eleven - From Bad to Worse
Perched atop a small rock Emily dipped her feet into the cooling waters. Laughter reached her ears and the young maiden glanced up from the tranquil ocean to see two familiar figures heading towards the dock. She stared at them briefly and came to recognise them as her own parents. Smiling she stood up and followed calling to them all the while. Pausing momentarily the young couple turned around and beckoned their daughter towards them. Clasping her skirt in one hand Emily began to run to them but they seemed to be drifting further away. Continuing to run, her smile faded and she began to call again.
"Come back. Please wait. Please!"
Elizabeth sat in a chair beside her daughter and eyed her with worry. Will stood directly behind her with his hands on the back of his wife's chair, the same expression written on his face. Emily rolled around in her bed, groaning and calling to those no one else could see. Will massaged Elizabeth's free hand gently as she wiped sweat off her daughters flushed face. Placing the cloth down she raised her hand to Emily's forehead and cringed. It was getting worse.
Jack stood at the door watching the trio with concern. The fever needed to be drawn down from her head and they had been up all night doing so. He sighed and leaned against the doorframe. No one had even known she was sick until the fainting instant that had taken place early yesterday morning. Well almost no one. His own son, Patrick, had guessed something was wrong and had questioned the lass on countless times previous. Now everyone knew.
It was no secret what had happened on the deck. Every crewmember had a different concept but Jack had seen beyond the rumours and gossip. Quite early on in fact. It was obvious to him that this girl was extremely sick and needed medical attention. He even suspected the lass even had the same 'disease' as the now deceased Gregor had had. They had moved her into his cabin to try and keep the illness under wraps and so far it had been quite successful and with luck (and strong winds) they would reach Minfesto very soon.
"Cap'n. You're needed up on deck."
The gruff voice of Gibbs was easily heard over the strained silence so there was no need for Jack to turn around to recognise him.
"Now?"
"Aye now."
Jack nodded but remained staring at the threesome. Gibbs understood. Much better than some would have guessed. They stood together for a few moments watching Elizabeth and Will with equally depressing eyes. Gibbs ran a hand through his unwashed and straggly hair.
"Will she be alright?"
Jack turned around and eyed him with an unreadable expression. "I hope so." He sighed slightly and began to walk towards the stairs, Gibbs tailing him closely. Jack slowed down and let him catch up. "How much longer till we make port?"
They ascended the stairs and emerged aboard the deck. Upon reaching the helm Jack nodded to Anamaria and pulled out his telescope. Peering through it he scanned the horizon for any sign of land. Having not searched long he spotted the tiny island and paused. They'd reach it in twenty minutes. Twenty-five at tops. Putting his telescope away he took over from Ana and began to whistle. No happy melody left his lips, only a miserable and sad tune that floated on the struggling and whipping wind and haunted the cloudy sky.
* * *
Placing his feet on firm ground normally made a smile appear on Captain Jack Sparrows face or at least show some form of happy emotion. But under these circumstances the only think he showed was restlessness. Before they had docked he had ordered most aboard the Pearl, with an exception of Will, Elizabeth and Emily, to search the island for a doctor. The Spanish sailors which had also not been asked to do this 'assignment' had actually offered to help but Jack had declined. They were grieving for their own child and didn't need to be off searching for a doctor for another. His crewmembers had obeyed without question and had split up immediately leaving Jack with Pat, Gibbs and Ana.
Sighing Anamaria peered though a dusty window. They had been exploring the island for hours and so far no luck. She could tell Jack was becoming anxious and at this though she couldn't help but smile slightly. Sparrow had never shown any true emotion for anyone or anything except his Pearl and of curse his rum, yet here he was frantically searching an almost deserted island for a doctor to help a girl he hardly knew. He's mad, she told herself, while knocking on a worn wooden door.
No answer. She knocked again. Pressing her ear to he door she swore she could hear movement on the other side. Motioning for the other three to join her with one hand, she used the other to try and turn the brass doorknob. Locked. Turning around to face them she told them her findings.
Pat stepped forward. "Locked? I don't think so." With one sharp movement he had kicked the door open and walked inside leaving a wide-eyed Gibbs, a shocked Ana and a bemused Jack behind. "Hey this place isn't as deserted as we thought."
Curiously Ana poked his head around the door. It wasn't like he was scared or anything, for the famous pirate Captain feared nothing, but more or less he left it his duty to keep Anamaria and Gibbs company. Seeing everything was fine and no flesh eating monsters jumped out on him Jack entered the room and headed in the direction Patrick's voice had come from. Ana dashed soon after him and Gibbs followed shortly after. They found Patrick leaning over a cup. Jack eyed him strangely as Pat dipped his finger into the liquid. Removing his finger he turned to them.
"Still warm." He glanced around. "We're not alone."
A crash from near by caught them off guard. Eyes frantically searching around the dimly lit room for the 'thing' that had made the noise. Motioning for the others to be silent Gibbs pointed to the table. Being as quiet as he could he lifted the tablecloth up to see a woman huddled under it. She was shaking and a mane of raven hair, the colour of the darkest hour hid her face. Feeling their eyes upon her she looked up timidly, horror written all over her face. Before anyone had a chance to speak she recoiled in fear and began to plead.
"P-P-Please don't h-h-hurt me. I-I-I'll give you anything. J-J-Just don't hurt me."
The company eyed each other with interest and shared secret smiles before Jack stepped forward and kneeled before the terrified woman. "Very well. You shall go unharmed on one condition. You give us directions to the closest doctor pronto. Otherwise I'm afraid I shall have to have your head for it."
Nodding violently she began a long and stuttered explanation about the whereabouts of the requested person. Jack hung onto her every word and after a few minutes stood up with a satisfied look upon his face. Walking over to the others he paused briefly. "We better get going. There's a long walk ahead of us."
Authors Note - I don't know if you can get Will and Jack cut outs but I hope you can!!!! Thankies to all reviewers. *Hands out Will, Jack, Patrick, (and for those of you who are peculiar in the head) Barbossa plushies!* Love Lizzie
Fantastic Fact - Did you know that those filter things at the bottom of your pools, I think they're called creepy crawlies but I'm not sure, actually have a memory. *Clears throat* After going around the bottom of your pool they memorise the journey. If they get stuck you take them out of the pool, twist the plastic piece above the sucker and muck up their memory!!!!! -This has been a funny fact brought to you by me!
Disclaimer - Much to my disappointment I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Emily Jane and Patrick. *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 - Ho hum! *Throws confetti* Is going away AGAIN! Ohhhhh this is going to be a short Authors Note thing cos I'm putting a longer one at the bottom. *Nods* But while I remember guess what? No wait..I've forgotten. No! No I haven't. This person called Allie asked me to put my story on her site. Hmmmmm what do you think? Oh yeah and I am not a doctor, I am not a nurse, I am an Orlando Bloom worshipper, POTC fan writer, all around good guy George of the Jungle. So if my medical treatment isn't up to scratch blame an elephant. Anyway...
Chapter Eleven - From Bad to Worse
Perched atop a small rock Emily dipped her feet into the cooling waters. Laughter reached her ears and the young maiden glanced up from the tranquil ocean to see two familiar figures heading towards the dock. She stared at them briefly and came to recognise them as her own parents. Smiling she stood up and followed calling to them all the while. Pausing momentarily the young couple turned around and beckoned their daughter towards them. Clasping her skirt in one hand Emily began to run to them but they seemed to be drifting further away. Continuing to run, her smile faded and she began to call again.
"Come back. Please wait. Please!"
Elizabeth sat in a chair beside her daughter and eyed her with worry. Will stood directly behind her with his hands on the back of his wife's chair, the same expression written on his face. Emily rolled around in her bed, groaning and calling to those no one else could see. Will massaged Elizabeth's free hand gently as she wiped sweat off her daughters flushed face. Placing the cloth down she raised her hand to Emily's forehead and cringed. It was getting worse.
Jack stood at the door watching the trio with concern. The fever needed to be drawn down from her head and they had been up all night doing so. He sighed and leaned against the doorframe. No one had even known she was sick until the fainting instant that had taken place early yesterday morning. Well almost no one. His own son, Patrick, had guessed something was wrong and had questioned the lass on countless times previous. Now everyone knew.
It was no secret what had happened on the deck. Every crewmember had a different concept but Jack had seen beyond the rumours and gossip. Quite early on in fact. It was obvious to him that this girl was extremely sick and needed medical attention. He even suspected the lass even had the same 'disease' as the now deceased Gregor had had. They had moved her into his cabin to try and keep the illness under wraps and so far it had been quite successful and with luck (and strong winds) they would reach Minfesto very soon.
"Cap'n. You're needed up on deck."
The gruff voice of Gibbs was easily heard over the strained silence so there was no need for Jack to turn around to recognise him.
"Now?"
"Aye now."
Jack nodded but remained staring at the threesome. Gibbs understood. Much better than some would have guessed. They stood together for a few moments watching Elizabeth and Will with equally depressing eyes. Gibbs ran a hand through his unwashed and straggly hair.
"Will she be alright?"
Jack turned around and eyed him with an unreadable expression. "I hope so." He sighed slightly and began to walk towards the stairs, Gibbs tailing him closely. Jack slowed down and let him catch up. "How much longer till we make port?"
They ascended the stairs and emerged aboard the deck. Upon reaching the helm Jack nodded to Anamaria and pulled out his telescope. Peering through it he scanned the horizon for any sign of land. Having not searched long he spotted the tiny island and paused. They'd reach it in twenty minutes. Twenty-five at tops. Putting his telescope away he took over from Ana and began to whistle. No happy melody left his lips, only a miserable and sad tune that floated on the struggling and whipping wind and haunted the cloudy sky.
* * *
Placing his feet on firm ground normally made a smile appear on Captain Jack Sparrows face or at least show some form of happy emotion. But under these circumstances the only think he showed was restlessness. Before they had docked he had ordered most aboard the Pearl, with an exception of Will, Elizabeth and Emily, to search the island for a doctor. The Spanish sailors which had also not been asked to do this 'assignment' had actually offered to help but Jack had declined. They were grieving for their own child and didn't need to be off searching for a doctor for another. His crewmembers had obeyed without question and had split up immediately leaving Jack with Pat, Gibbs and Ana.
Sighing Anamaria peered though a dusty window. They had been exploring the island for hours and so far no luck. She could tell Jack was becoming anxious and at this though she couldn't help but smile slightly. Sparrow had never shown any true emotion for anyone or anything except his Pearl and of curse his rum, yet here he was frantically searching an almost deserted island for a doctor to help a girl he hardly knew. He's mad, she told herself, while knocking on a worn wooden door.
No answer. She knocked again. Pressing her ear to he door she swore she could hear movement on the other side. Motioning for the other three to join her with one hand, she used the other to try and turn the brass doorknob. Locked. Turning around to face them she told them her findings.
Pat stepped forward. "Locked? I don't think so." With one sharp movement he had kicked the door open and walked inside leaving a wide-eyed Gibbs, a shocked Ana and a bemused Jack behind. "Hey this place isn't as deserted as we thought."
Curiously Ana poked his head around the door. It wasn't like he was scared or anything, for the famous pirate Captain feared nothing, but more or less he left it his duty to keep Anamaria and Gibbs company. Seeing everything was fine and no flesh eating monsters jumped out on him Jack entered the room and headed in the direction Patrick's voice had come from. Ana dashed soon after him and Gibbs followed shortly after. They found Patrick leaning over a cup. Jack eyed him strangely as Pat dipped his finger into the liquid. Removing his finger he turned to them.
"Still warm." He glanced around. "We're not alone."
A crash from near by caught them off guard. Eyes frantically searching around the dimly lit room for the 'thing' that had made the noise. Motioning for the others to be silent Gibbs pointed to the table. Being as quiet as he could he lifted the tablecloth up to see a woman huddled under it. She was shaking and a mane of raven hair, the colour of the darkest hour hid her face. Feeling their eyes upon her she looked up timidly, horror written all over her face. Before anyone had a chance to speak she recoiled in fear and began to plead.
"P-P-Please don't h-h-hurt me. I-I-I'll give you anything. J-J-Just don't hurt me."
The company eyed each other with interest and shared secret smiles before Jack stepped forward and kneeled before the terrified woman. "Very well. You shall go unharmed on one condition. You give us directions to the closest doctor pronto. Otherwise I'm afraid I shall have to have your head for it."
Nodding violently she began a long and stuttered explanation about the whereabouts of the requested person. Jack hung onto her every word and after a few minutes stood up with a satisfied look upon his face. Walking over to the others he paused briefly. "We better get going. There's a long walk ahead of us."
Authors Note - I don't know if you can get Will and Jack cut outs but I hope you can!!!! Thankies to all reviewers. *Hands out Will, Jack, Patrick, (and for those of you who are peculiar in the head) Barbossa plushies!* Love Lizzie
Fantastic Fact - Did you know that those filter things at the bottom of your pools, I think they're called creepy crawlies but I'm not sure, actually have a memory. *Clears throat* After going around the bottom of your pool they memorise the journey. If they get stuck you take them out of the pool, twist the plastic piece above the sucker and muck up their memory!!!!! -This has been a funny fact brought to you by me!