Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I own any of its characters. It is an inspired work and more a sequel of the story.
Author's note: Hey people. This is sort of my first ever story I've made on fanfic so ignore all the spelling mistakes etc. I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to make the story as genuine as possible so it still follows the correct theme, and keep that oomphf .
Summary: Port Royal is again being attacked by an enemy ship yet again, by an infamous pirate ship. This time, it is not just gold and silver that the pirates are looking for. It is Capt. Jack Sparrow and his ship The Black Pearl. At the same time, Will and Elizabeth are at the house organising the wedding. It is not until Will realises that Jack is in a bit of tight spot does he venture to help him out...
"What is this?" said Will, turning a page of the Port Royal Times, "Pirate Jack Sparrow on the run? It says here that he's wanted by other Pirates:
A pirate was released yesterday after the attack on Port Royal a week ago. He claimed that he and his crewmembers were hunting for the Capt. Jack Sparrow on orders from the Pirate Ship's Captain Wilk Sprook. "Trouble he's in, that Sparrow. Captain's got a bone to pick wid 'im, he does," said the pirate.
Apparently Jack Sparrow, the Captain of the Black Pearl, has been trading with Pirates from across the sea, unfairly. A deal was made that his ship would exchange gold & silver with the foreign pirates for money, women, rum and sails. For the past two months Sparrow and his crew have been giving false gold and silver to the Pirates.
Today, Capt. Sprook made a truce with Commodore Norrington whom has been searching the seas for Jack Sparrow for the past six months. "We'll get him. With the alliance made with the pirates we are able to track him down by tracing his steps," says the Commodore.
This is insane! Trust Norrington to make an alliance with anyone who'd help him in the search. Well good luck to him." Will said sarcastically, taking a sip of his juice.
Will was wearing a white, thin, long sleeved shirt and a vest in a dark green. His chest was bare; his hair was ruffled and wet. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning and he had just finished taking a shower. Elizabeth was coming down from upstairs, wearing a nightgown of baby blue silk.
Their house was nothing special, but it overlooked the harbour. It was next door to the Governor's house, Elizabeth's father, and from outside looked beautiful. Having just made the building, Elizabeth and Will had not yet filled the house with ornaments and furniture. It had marble flooring and stairs, covered in pastel green and purple carpets decorated in gold patterns. It was obviously the house of the Governor's daughter and not the house of a blacksmith. The dining room was beautiful with cupboards full of decorated plates and cutlery. Photos of scenery were put up on the walls and light came into all the windows.
"It isn't that easy trying to track Jack down" said Elizabeth sitting down in an empty seat next to Will, "I mean, Jack is a stealthy man, who knows what he's doing. It'd take a miracle for Commodore to find him".
"If it would take a miracle, then miracles do come," said Will, cheekily smiling to Elizabeth.
"What do you mean? ...Don't tell me. You know where Sparrow is! Oh, Will!" Elizabeth said concerned, getting up off her seat and walking up towards the window. "You shouldn't be having any contact with him," said Elizabeth, not looking at him. "He's a pirate. If you are suspected of having any contact with him, you will be locked up in the cells without any food or water, until you tell them! I don't want this to happen to you, Will."
"I know, but he has been a good friend, considering he's a pirate... And he was my father's best friend. Hasn't he helped us both?"
Will, trying to reassure Elizabeth and no longer in the mood for reading his paper, stood up and walked over towards her, hugging her from behind. They stared out onto the sea from the window, listening to the seagulls and early merchants setting up stalls. The smell of fresh sea breeze blew upon Elizabeth and Will's faces.
"I love you." Will whispers in Elizabeth's ear, then kissing her neck and caressing her soft milky skin. "I assure you, I wouldn't do anything stupid to jeopardise our plans. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No one could keep us apart even if it were lock and chain... Lets say you and I go for brunch on the harbour?"
"I'd love to but I'm not properly dressed to go out. However, if you give me a few minutes I'd be able to go with you in the new dress you bought me. I absolutely adore it, but I haven't had the chance to wear it yet."
"Of course. Take your time. I might go and visit the new blacksmith filling in first," said Will heading for the door, "he hasn't had the best experience, and I'm not sure whether Mr. Brown is sober enough to teach him". Will, putting an arm through one of the sleeves of his jacket and kissing Elizabeth on the check goodbye left their house.
"Cheers! Good Lad! What a fine island this place is. Again my crew! Cheers to the success of our trading!" At the top of his voice, Capt Jack Sparrow yelled to his crewmates, half drunk. The celebrations had begun among the crew in the bar, all of them helping themselves to rum and women. "Ay, what a good deal it was! Aren't we not pirates?" Jack called, almost falling back on his seat, "What is a pirate without any stealing and lies?" he said, laughing then choking on his rum.
Jack Sparrow was wearing his normal attire, smelling like pipe smoke with rum stains on his sleeve. His hat was off on one corner of a chair, and he, too drunk to sing with his crew, had his head on the table and playing with one of his gold rings.
"So, where are we off to now, captain? Any plans?" A familiar voice sat next to Jack.
"Nope. Nothing. Not yet, love," said Jack not in the mood for talking.
It was Anamaria. She had not drunk at all and was quite sober, but seemed eager to leave the island. She had her hair up tangled and unwashed. She had obviously not yet started her celebrations nor cleaned herself up for she still had salt in her hair and clothes, and wore the same clothes from the ship.
"What do you mean? Shouldn't we leave? You're wanted and so is your crew."
"Look Anamaria," said Jack, swinging an arm over Anamaria's shoulder "You know as well as I do, no one on this island is going to look for us. We're all pirates. Savvy?...
Lets try n' take your mind off things, shall we. Don't worry. Jack's goin' ta be here to protect you. I can sense when there's an opportune moment and I think 'this' the opportune moment. Whats say you and me go upstairs and go for a nightcap?"
To be continued....
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