Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They are all the property of Disney, and of course th actors themselves. However, if anyone decides they want to buy Jack and give him away, I'd be happy to take him on!
A.N. Please read and review, and I will be eternally grateful. This is my first ptoper fic, so please bear with me, and any help or tips would be appreciated.
Jack was running away again. Only he didn't think of it as running away. Captain Jack Sparrow didn't run away from anything. He was simply...regaining the control of the situation. Actually, that couldn't be right, because that would imply that he had lost control. He must be...strategically repositioning himself. He was tactically changing position.
Back in Port Royal, Elizabeth was sat upon her bed, deep in thought. It had been six months since she and Will had seen Jack at they're wedding, a year since the adventure with Barbossa. As she thought about this, she smiled. She may not have liked him at first, but now she could not imagine a time when she was not familiar with the garish and extreme pirate captain. She envied him in some ways, with his freedom to do as he pleased. (If Jack new he would have laughed out loud.) She still had to fill the roll of the Governors daughter. Not for the first time, she found herself wishing she could be aboard the Black Pearl, enjoying the ability to do as she pleased. But that idea was absurd, so she pushed it to the back of her mind. She got up, and decided to go and visit Will at the blacksmiths.
As for Will, that first trip with Jack had awakened his pirate blood. He was restless at the blacksmiths, more so since the hubbub of the marriage had died down. He did not talk of his longing to be back at sea with Elizabeth, and tried to cover it up, but he was becoming more short-tempered and snappish by the day. He knew the only way to lull these emotions and yearnings was to put to sea, but he knew that he could do nothing about it. The sea was his mistress, as it was Jack's, (although only equally to the Black Pearl) and his fathers. He was beginning to understand why his father left home. But he would not leave Elizabeth, and so he would not follow in his fathers footsteps.
Just as Will was pondering all of this, for the umpteenth time, there came a knock on the door. He put down the piece of metal he was hammering (A.N. does anyone know any technical terms about what blacksmiths do?) and went to open the door.
Jack finally stopped running when he reached the Pearl. 'How on earth 'm I gunna explain this to the crew' he thought.' S' gunna take some doin'.'
A.N. Please, please, read and review. I'll lend out all my friends as homework or chore doer's! I know it's short I want to see if anyone likes it before I continue.