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Disney and all of the rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm also a
compulsive liar. I'll let you decide if I'm telling the truth or not, but
please keep in mind that I have approximately $1.75 in laundry money to
spare, so unless Disney was in the discount bin at Wal-Mart, I don't own
Pirates of the Caribbean or anything associated with it. I do however own
Jonathan Weatherby Turner, Charity Wenham, and the entire array of
characters who are not featured in the film, as well as the storyline.
But, if you ask very politely, I might just letcha borrow them for a time.
Enjoy!
"Mother, a watched pot never boils." Jonathan said between chuckles as he sat with his mother in the parlour.
Elizabeth turned her head away from the window and frowned. "And just what is that supposed to mean, Jonathan?"
"If you keep looking out that window, he's never going to come." He stated with a smirk.
"I do not see what that has to do with boiling pots." Elizabeth replied, her eyes temporarily peeled away from the window.
"It's quite simple, really. It has been observed that when one is waiting for a pot of water to boil, staring at the pot makes time seem to go by-"
"He's here!" Elizabeth squealed upon spying a carriage pulled at the side of the road.
Elizabeth briefly checked her appearance in a mirror before darting to the doorway. Jonathan watched her scamper off, and after shaking his head with a smirk, slowly followed suit. His father had only been away for four weeks on a brief business excursion, but from the way his mother was acting, one would think he'd been away for years.
Elizabeth waited impatiently by the door, nearly knocking the butler over when the bell finally rang.
"I'll answer it, Gerard!" She cried.
Elizabeth pulled the large wooden door open, and pulled the figure in for a kiss.
"I see you've missed me, love." Elizabeth broke away and gasped.
"Now don't ye go tellin' me that you've forgotten yer old mate, Miss Swann." The man cocked his head and smoothed his mustache.
"It's Mrs. Turner, now, Jack." She responded, breathless.
"Oh, good, so you do remember me. Now, may I come in, Mrs. Turner?" Jack asked, stepping through the threshold before Elizabeth could respond.
Jonathan watched, his face a mask of confusion, as a strangely dressed and poorly-groomed man appeared in the entry way, his mother behind. Spying Jonathan, the man broke into a toothy grin.
"So this must be Whelp Junior, then!" At Jonathan's bewildered reaction, the man stepped forward and extended his hand. "Captain Jack Sparrow, mate."
Not knowing what else to do, Jonathan accepted the hand. "Jonathan Weatherby Turner. It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Sparrow."
Captain Sparrow released a loud laugh. "Ye've trained him, well, William, I'll give you that."
At the mention of William's name, Elizabeth whirled around. Her husband stood in the doorway, a mischievous smile spread across his face. With a small cry, Elizabeth threw her arms around him and pulled him tight.
"You didn't tell me you were bringing home a guest." She whispered.
"Something came up." William responded quietly before kissing his wife's forehead.
Elizabeth wondered about William's strange comment, but placed in the back of her mind for the time being. He was home, he was safe, and she was glad. And now a man who she hadn't seen in twenty-three years was standing in her foyer, eying the pretty young maids who were watching the scene from down the hall.
"Son! I hope you've been taking good care of your mother while I've been away." William said as he embraced Jonathan.
"I've tried." Jonathan replied.
"Of course he did, mate! He probably had to, what with all the greedy Navy men who'd love to get their high-to-do hands on-" Captain Sparrow added, raising his hands and closing his mouth when William shot him a threatening glare.
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. "If you are referring to Admiral Norrington, he is a respectable married man, as I am woman. As for the others, I'm no longer young, Jack-"
Jack raised a finger. "That's Captain Jack, love. Captain Jack. And there's no need to get yer corset in a pinch, I was only trying to pay a compliment to an old friend."
Jonathan stared at this Captain Jack Sparrow who had just entered his house with wonder. He was a respectable height, with a long, unkempt beard, and hair in an equal state. Although there were black streaks in both the hair and beard, they were mostly silver. The Captain had heavy black kohl under his eyes, and a mouth filled with both pearl and gold. His clothes were filthy, and his head was capped off with an even filthier hat. When contrasted with the starch whiteness and polished floors of the Turner home, Captain Jack looked more out of place than a nun at a brothel. Captain Sparrow obviously was an old acquaintance of Will and Elizabeth, but how that could be escaped the boundaries of Jonathan's imagination.
Will cleared his throat. "Why don't we bring this conversation into the parlour. We have much to talk about."
"I think I'd like it better out here, savvy?" Jack said with a nod of the head in the direction of the maids.
Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, but Jonathan noticed a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. William simply gave Jack a push in the parlour's direction.
"No need to get violent, Whelp!" The Captain exclaimed, although it was easy to detect an amused tone to his voice.
"Jack-" Elizabeth began once the foursome were settled and the doors shut in the parlour. "Excuse me, Captain Jack, I'm afraid I do not know to what we owe your presence to."
Jack carefully studied his blackened fingernails as he responded, "I think you'd better be askin' yer husband that question, Elizabeth."
To Be Continued.
(dun dun dun)
Blaze: Thanks bunches and bunches for your feedback! Let's just say that the Cap'n and Jon are going to have a few heart to hearts before this thing's done with. :-) Thanks again!
"Mother, a watched pot never boils." Jonathan said between chuckles as he sat with his mother in the parlour.
Elizabeth turned her head away from the window and frowned. "And just what is that supposed to mean, Jonathan?"
"If you keep looking out that window, he's never going to come." He stated with a smirk.
"I do not see what that has to do with boiling pots." Elizabeth replied, her eyes temporarily peeled away from the window.
"It's quite simple, really. It has been observed that when one is waiting for a pot of water to boil, staring at the pot makes time seem to go by-"
"He's here!" Elizabeth squealed upon spying a carriage pulled at the side of the road.
Elizabeth briefly checked her appearance in a mirror before darting to the doorway. Jonathan watched her scamper off, and after shaking his head with a smirk, slowly followed suit. His father had only been away for four weeks on a brief business excursion, but from the way his mother was acting, one would think he'd been away for years.
Elizabeth waited impatiently by the door, nearly knocking the butler over when the bell finally rang.
"I'll answer it, Gerard!" She cried.
Elizabeth pulled the large wooden door open, and pulled the figure in for a kiss.
"I see you've missed me, love." Elizabeth broke away and gasped.
"Now don't ye go tellin' me that you've forgotten yer old mate, Miss Swann." The man cocked his head and smoothed his mustache.
"It's Mrs. Turner, now, Jack." She responded, breathless.
"Oh, good, so you do remember me. Now, may I come in, Mrs. Turner?" Jack asked, stepping through the threshold before Elizabeth could respond.
Jonathan watched, his face a mask of confusion, as a strangely dressed and poorly-groomed man appeared in the entry way, his mother behind. Spying Jonathan, the man broke into a toothy grin.
"So this must be Whelp Junior, then!" At Jonathan's bewildered reaction, the man stepped forward and extended his hand. "Captain Jack Sparrow, mate."
Not knowing what else to do, Jonathan accepted the hand. "Jonathan Weatherby Turner. It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Sparrow."
Captain Sparrow released a loud laugh. "Ye've trained him, well, William, I'll give you that."
At the mention of William's name, Elizabeth whirled around. Her husband stood in the doorway, a mischievous smile spread across his face. With a small cry, Elizabeth threw her arms around him and pulled him tight.
"You didn't tell me you were bringing home a guest." She whispered.
"Something came up." William responded quietly before kissing his wife's forehead.
Elizabeth wondered about William's strange comment, but placed in the back of her mind for the time being. He was home, he was safe, and she was glad. And now a man who she hadn't seen in twenty-three years was standing in her foyer, eying the pretty young maids who were watching the scene from down the hall.
"Son! I hope you've been taking good care of your mother while I've been away." William said as he embraced Jonathan.
"I've tried." Jonathan replied.
"Of course he did, mate! He probably had to, what with all the greedy Navy men who'd love to get their high-to-do hands on-" Captain Sparrow added, raising his hands and closing his mouth when William shot him a threatening glare.
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. "If you are referring to Admiral Norrington, he is a respectable married man, as I am woman. As for the others, I'm no longer young, Jack-"
Jack raised a finger. "That's Captain Jack, love. Captain Jack. And there's no need to get yer corset in a pinch, I was only trying to pay a compliment to an old friend."
Jonathan stared at this Captain Jack Sparrow who had just entered his house with wonder. He was a respectable height, with a long, unkempt beard, and hair in an equal state. Although there were black streaks in both the hair and beard, they were mostly silver. The Captain had heavy black kohl under his eyes, and a mouth filled with both pearl and gold. His clothes were filthy, and his head was capped off with an even filthier hat. When contrasted with the starch whiteness and polished floors of the Turner home, Captain Jack looked more out of place than a nun at a brothel. Captain Sparrow obviously was an old acquaintance of Will and Elizabeth, but how that could be escaped the boundaries of Jonathan's imagination.
Will cleared his throat. "Why don't we bring this conversation into the parlour. We have much to talk about."
"I think I'd like it better out here, savvy?" Jack said with a nod of the head in the direction of the maids.
Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, but Jonathan noticed a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. William simply gave Jack a push in the parlour's direction.
"No need to get violent, Whelp!" The Captain exclaimed, although it was easy to detect an amused tone to his voice.
"Jack-" Elizabeth began once the foursome were settled and the doors shut in the parlour. "Excuse me, Captain Jack, I'm afraid I do not know to what we owe your presence to."
Jack carefully studied his blackened fingernails as he responded, "I think you'd better be askin' yer husband that question, Elizabeth."
To Be Continued.
(dun dun dun)
Blaze: Thanks bunches and bunches for your feedback! Let's just say that the Cap'n and Jon are going to have a few heart to hearts before this thing's done with. :-) Thanks again!