I don't know why I'm writing this story since I'm in the middle of
"Deleted Scenes from POTC" but I'm going to try and write both at the same
time. So this is about Will/Elizabeth's son and Jack/Anamaria's daughter.
Sorry that this is not a JE (it might become one but not likely) but I
really needed Anamaria's daughter to be like her and if brought up with
Will, her daughter would be much more respectable. In this story Jack,
Elizabeth, Will and Ana are somewhere between 35-45 years old.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. However, Nicolas and Tori are my own creations.
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Nicolas Turner stood on the dock, waiting. Many people walked passed him, but he stood still, his eyes fixed on the ocean. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for except that he was watching for a girl. His mother had told him that a two close friend of his parents, Jack and Anamaria were coming to visit. They had a daughter. He was so excited to meet her. He couldn't wait to learn all about life on the seas. He was eighteen and though handsome, many girls had no interest in him because he was born into a blacksmiths family. Hopefully, Torima (Jack and Anamaria's daughter) would have slightly lower standards.
Jack was a pirate. He would have to come disguised as would Anamaria. As Torima had no criminal records and very few people knew she even existed, she would have no need for disguise, but Nicolas had no idea what she looked like so was having a hard time spotting her. He had always been curious to know why his well-bred mother had connections with pirates and he had finally learned when his father had told him the story of Jack, Barbossa, and his parents a few nights back.
Nicolas suddenly had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He turned his head and found a girl watching him. She was leaning against one of the poles holding up the dock. Nicolas had never seen a girl like this. She wore men's clothes and her hair was braided into at least a hundred tiny braids. Her skin was tan but not dark. She had been eyeing the sword at Nicolas' side but quickly looked away when he turned towards her. Nicolas continued to stare. The girl gave an irritated sigh and looked back at him, "Whatcha starin' at?"
"Nothing, nothing. I," Nicolas quickly averted his eyes.
"Why da ya 'ave a sword?" the girl asked, forcing his intention back on her, even though she had just told him to look away, "Seems like the only people who wear swords are pirates and officials and ya don't look like an official."
Her eyes skimmed over his work clothes. Nick flushed on the attack at his heritage. Especially from a girl who looked far lower in social status than he. "My father insists I wear a sword for. err.. self- protection," he told her, coldly.
"Self-protection?" the girl raised her eyebrows, "If yer not high- born who would be attackin' ya?"
"My father has his enemies," Nick replied, his fingers unconsciously folding around the hilt of his sword.
The girl noticed. "If ya draw that sword on me, ya'll be dead before ya even have a chance ta realize it," she warned
Nick could see no weapon of any sort on her but let go of his sword anyway. He didn't want to get in trouble. He was being an idiot even to think of attacking a female. He had been brought up as a gentlemen. Though his father was only a blacksmith, his mother was the daughter of the governor. She had given up all of her luxuries to be with Will, his father, but she was still well respected in the community as was Will for his honesty and hard work. But Nick wasn't about to tell this girl that his mother was highborn. He didn't enjoy showing it off especially after meeting some of his mother's old "friends."
"Good," the girl's whisper was filled with malice, "Ya don't want ta go makin' enemies with me."
Nicolas had his pride and didn't take kindly to this. "You don't want to make enemies with me either," he replied, trying to keep his voice as hard as hers.
"What, yer daddy who makes ya wear a sword will come after me or somethin'?"
"No!" Nick shouted louder than he meant to, a few people stared and then turned away, uninterested, "I'm learning how to make swords, and I practice with them two hours a day."
"Not quite up ta yer father's standards," said a voice in his ear, "He used ta practice three hours. Of course that was fer yer mother."
Nick whipped around and was got a huge surprise. Apparently the person who had whispered that to him was a priest, dressed in robes and with large hood over his face. Next to him was a nun. Then Nick saw two glittering, dancing black eyes from within the folds of the priest robes. A real priest wouldn't be so withdrawn. "You're not a priest," he accused.
"Ssh," the "priest" pulled back his hood so that only Nick could see his face. He was tanned with a mass of black tangled hair and the black eyes were even more mischievous in the light.
"Jack Sparrow?" Nick stared.
"Capt' ta ya, lad," Jack flipped the hood back over his eyes, "And this is Anamaria."
He nudged the nun who give him a glare, quickly realized it was un- nun-like, and resumed her former posture. "I see ya've met Tori."
He motioned to the girl behind Nick. He had almost forgotten she was there but when he looked back at her, a horrible sinking sensation filled his stomach. This was the Torima he had been waiting for? Tori seemed to feel the same why. Her face went tight. "Ya never said he was proper- like," she muttered to her parents.
Jack gave a sly grin which was missed as the hood was covering his face. "I thought I'd told ya enough 'bout Will Turner for ya ta guess what his son would be like."
"Hmmm." Tori still looked sour.
"Well let's get goin'," Jack started forward, "We don't want ta seem suspicious."
"I think we've already done that," Tori muttered under her breath.
Jack gave a glance at the mass of people milling around the docks. A few people were watching them but turned back to their business almost immediately. Jack nodded to Anamaria, Tori, and Nick and walked through the crowd, bowing his head like a priest. The citizens made way for him. They managed their way out of the tightly packed dock to a back road. "Follow me," Nick motioned to them, assuming it was his job to lead them to his house.
"Where yer parents livin' now exactly?" Jack asked.
"Not far from my father's blacksmith shop," Nick replied, "My grandfather offered to pay for a big house but my father didn't want the charity. He paid for the house we have now with his own money."
He flushed. He hadn't really meant to let that slip out. A carriage came rolling up towards them, and they jumped out of the street so not to be splattered. However, carriage didn't go by, it stopped right in front of them. Jack froze. A white-wig covered head poked out of the carriage window: the Commodore, Nick's least favorite of his mother's old acquaintances. "Good-day, Father," he called out to Jack.
"Good-day to ya and may god's blessin' be on ya," Jack replied, managing to act like a priest despite the fact that his voice was rather fixed.
"And Nick!" the excitement in the Commodore's voice did not reach his cold eyes, "What a pleasure to see you! Give my regards to your mother."
With that he shut the window and rolled off. Jack gave a relieved sigh. "Bastard," Tori's teeth were clenched together hard.
Jack gave Tori a warning look. Tori shut up. Nick didn't say so but he felt the same way. All the Commodore wanted was Elizabeth and he wouldn't give up on her even though she was already married. He hated Nick because he was the result of Elizabeth's love for Will. He could never quite forgive Nick for having Will as a father or Will for marrying Elizabeth. The rest of the walk was in silence. Nick couldn't think of anything to say. Even Jack was quiet. Lucky, the silence didn't last long as they reached Nick's house. Nick opened the door and called in "Mother, Father?"
Elizabeth quickly hurried to the door, wiping her hands on her apron. Though middle-aged, she was still a beautiful woman and very energetic. She frowned when she saw the priest, nun, and pirate-girl at her door and then realizing it was Jack, motioned them to come in. They did so and once Anamaria had closed the door, Elizabeth burst into gales of laughter. "Oh god, Jack," she laughed, "I knew you were coming disguised but I have to admit that's one good costume."
"Thanks."
Jack threw back his hood, letting his mane of hair, beads, bones and other trinkets fall forward. He produced a tri-corner hat, seemingly from no-where and placed it on his head. Anamaria was pulling off her nun costume as well, her long sleek black hair falling to almost her waist. Tori was just standing there, shifting from foot to foot, her eyes flitting around nervously. When Elizabeth had finally stopped laughing she went forward and embraced Anamaria. Anamaria seemed somewhat surprised but then hugged her back. After pulling away from Ana, Elizabeth turned to Jack. "Elizabeth, ya look just as beautiful as ever," Jack told her, smiling.
He gave her a quick friendly kiss on the lips which caused him a glare from Ana and a blush from Elizabeth. "Jack." Ana's voice was hard.
"How could ya even think I'd love anyone but ya?" Jack interrupted her, pulling her into his arms and giving her a long kiss.
Tori looked as though she wished to be anywhere but here. Will entered the room, holding a sword in his hand. He didn't see Jack, Ana, or Tori and turned immediately to Nick. "Does this blade feel balanced to you?" he asked.
Jack gave a slight cough and Will turned quickly. "Jack and Ana," he exclaimed, "Oh sorry. I thought you were arriving later so I was working on this sword."
"Let me see it."
Jack held out his hand. Will carefully handed it to him. Jack examined it with care that he didn't give to anything save Ana. "Hmm."
He ran his hand lightly over the blade. So lightly that he did not drawl blood. Nick admired the care he gave it. "Nice blade: sharp."
He gave the sword a twirl. Elizabeth jumped back. Jack turned back to Will holding out the sword for him to take. "It's a little unbalanced. Take a little weight off the hilt and it's perfect," he told Will.
Will took it back, then carefully laid it on a chair, and embraced both Ana and Jack. "It's nice to see both of you again."
Tori had blended away from everyone so that no-one would notice her. Will, however had been looking around for her and spotted her. "You must be Torima?" he asked.
Tori nodded but winced slightly at her real name. "Welcome."
Will held out a well-callused hand. Tori cautiously took it. "Dinner is ready," Elizabeth announced as Will dropped Tori's hand.
"Good, I was about ta eat that sword of yers," Jack grinned.
Will shot a mock-frightened look at the sword he had spent so long on. "Remind me to keep that away from him," he whispered to Nick as they made their way into the kitchen.
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Like it? That was a really long chapter. I finally got Anamaria's name right! Tori supposed to be a lot like Anamaria but unfortunately I didn't give Ana a very big part so you couldn't tell what she was like. Tori does curse like Jack. Hehe. Like I said, this could turn out to be a JE but it's not likely. REVIEW!!!!! Please? Pretty please? With a picture of Will on top? Well maybe not but still review. PLEEEEEASE!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. However, Nicolas and Tori are my own creations.
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Nicolas Turner stood on the dock, waiting. Many people walked passed him, but he stood still, his eyes fixed on the ocean. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for except that he was watching for a girl. His mother had told him that a two close friend of his parents, Jack and Anamaria were coming to visit. They had a daughter. He was so excited to meet her. He couldn't wait to learn all about life on the seas. He was eighteen and though handsome, many girls had no interest in him because he was born into a blacksmiths family. Hopefully, Torima (Jack and Anamaria's daughter) would have slightly lower standards.
Jack was a pirate. He would have to come disguised as would Anamaria. As Torima had no criminal records and very few people knew she even existed, she would have no need for disguise, but Nicolas had no idea what she looked like so was having a hard time spotting her. He had always been curious to know why his well-bred mother had connections with pirates and he had finally learned when his father had told him the story of Jack, Barbossa, and his parents a few nights back.
Nicolas suddenly had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He turned his head and found a girl watching him. She was leaning against one of the poles holding up the dock. Nicolas had never seen a girl like this. She wore men's clothes and her hair was braided into at least a hundred tiny braids. Her skin was tan but not dark. She had been eyeing the sword at Nicolas' side but quickly looked away when he turned towards her. Nicolas continued to stare. The girl gave an irritated sigh and looked back at him, "Whatcha starin' at?"
"Nothing, nothing. I," Nicolas quickly averted his eyes.
"Why da ya 'ave a sword?" the girl asked, forcing his intention back on her, even though she had just told him to look away, "Seems like the only people who wear swords are pirates and officials and ya don't look like an official."
Her eyes skimmed over his work clothes. Nick flushed on the attack at his heritage. Especially from a girl who looked far lower in social status than he. "My father insists I wear a sword for. err.. self- protection," he told her, coldly.
"Self-protection?" the girl raised her eyebrows, "If yer not high- born who would be attackin' ya?"
"My father has his enemies," Nick replied, his fingers unconsciously folding around the hilt of his sword.
The girl noticed. "If ya draw that sword on me, ya'll be dead before ya even have a chance ta realize it," she warned
Nick could see no weapon of any sort on her but let go of his sword anyway. He didn't want to get in trouble. He was being an idiot even to think of attacking a female. He had been brought up as a gentlemen. Though his father was only a blacksmith, his mother was the daughter of the governor. She had given up all of her luxuries to be with Will, his father, but she was still well respected in the community as was Will for his honesty and hard work. But Nick wasn't about to tell this girl that his mother was highborn. He didn't enjoy showing it off especially after meeting some of his mother's old "friends."
"Good," the girl's whisper was filled with malice, "Ya don't want ta go makin' enemies with me."
Nicolas had his pride and didn't take kindly to this. "You don't want to make enemies with me either," he replied, trying to keep his voice as hard as hers.
"What, yer daddy who makes ya wear a sword will come after me or somethin'?"
"No!" Nick shouted louder than he meant to, a few people stared and then turned away, uninterested, "I'm learning how to make swords, and I practice with them two hours a day."
"Not quite up ta yer father's standards," said a voice in his ear, "He used ta practice three hours. Of course that was fer yer mother."
Nick whipped around and was got a huge surprise. Apparently the person who had whispered that to him was a priest, dressed in robes and with large hood over his face. Next to him was a nun. Then Nick saw two glittering, dancing black eyes from within the folds of the priest robes. A real priest wouldn't be so withdrawn. "You're not a priest," he accused.
"Ssh," the "priest" pulled back his hood so that only Nick could see his face. He was tanned with a mass of black tangled hair and the black eyes were even more mischievous in the light.
"Jack Sparrow?" Nick stared.
"Capt' ta ya, lad," Jack flipped the hood back over his eyes, "And this is Anamaria."
He nudged the nun who give him a glare, quickly realized it was un- nun-like, and resumed her former posture. "I see ya've met Tori."
He motioned to the girl behind Nick. He had almost forgotten she was there but when he looked back at her, a horrible sinking sensation filled his stomach. This was the Torima he had been waiting for? Tori seemed to feel the same why. Her face went tight. "Ya never said he was proper- like," she muttered to her parents.
Jack gave a sly grin which was missed as the hood was covering his face. "I thought I'd told ya enough 'bout Will Turner for ya ta guess what his son would be like."
"Hmmm." Tori still looked sour.
"Well let's get goin'," Jack started forward, "We don't want ta seem suspicious."
"I think we've already done that," Tori muttered under her breath.
Jack gave a glance at the mass of people milling around the docks. A few people were watching them but turned back to their business almost immediately. Jack nodded to Anamaria, Tori, and Nick and walked through the crowd, bowing his head like a priest. The citizens made way for him. They managed their way out of the tightly packed dock to a back road. "Follow me," Nick motioned to them, assuming it was his job to lead them to his house.
"Where yer parents livin' now exactly?" Jack asked.
"Not far from my father's blacksmith shop," Nick replied, "My grandfather offered to pay for a big house but my father didn't want the charity. He paid for the house we have now with his own money."
He flushed. He hadn't really meant to let that slip out. A carriage came rolling up towards them, and they jumped out of the street so not to be splattered. However, carriage didn't go by, it stopped right in front of them. Jack froze. A white-wig covered head poked out of the carriage window: the Commodore, Nick's least favorite of his mother's old acquaintances. "Good-day, Father," he called out to Jack.
"Good-day to ya and may god's blessin' be on ya," Jack replied, managing to act like a priest despite the fact that his voice was rather fixed.
"And Nick!" the excitement in the Commodore's voice did not reach his cold eyes, "What a pleasure to see you! Give my regards to your mother."
With that he shut the window and rolled off. Jack gave a relieved sigh. "Bastard," Tori's teeth were clenched together hard.
Jack gave Tori a warning look. Tori shut up. Nick didn't say so but he felt the same way. All the Commodore wanted was Elizabeth and he wouldn't give up on her even though she was already married. He hated Nick because he was the result of Elizabeth's love for Will. He could never quite forgive Nick for having Will as a father or Will for marrying Elizabeth. The rest of the walk was in silence. Nick couldn't think of anything to say. Even Jack was quiet. Lucky, the silence didn't last long as they reached Nick's house. Nick opened the door and called in "Mother, Father?"
Elizabeth quickly hurried to the door, wiping her hands on her apron. Though middle-aged, she was still a beautiful woman and very energetic. She frowned when she saw the priest, nun, and pirate-girl at her door and then realizing it was Jack, motioned them to come in. They did so and once Anamaria had closed the door, Elizabeth burst into gales of laughter. "Oh god, Jack," she laughed, "I knew you were coming disguised but I have to admit that's one good costume."
"Thanks."
Jack threw back his hood, letting his mane of hair, beads, bones and other trinkets fall forward. He produced a tri-corner hat, seemingly from no-where and placed it on his head. Anamaria was pulling off her nun costume as well, her long sleek black hair falling to almost her waist. Tori was just standing there, shifting from foot to foot, her eyes flitting around nervously. When Elizabeth had finally stopped laughing she went forward and embraced Anamaria. Anamaria seemed somewhat surprised but then hugged her back. After pulling away from Ana, Elizabeth turned to Jack. "Elizabeth, ya look just as beautiful as ever," Jack told her, smiling.
He gave her a quick friendly kiss on the lips which caused him a glare from Ana and a blush from Elizabeth. "Jack." Ana's voice was hard.
"How could ya even think I'd love anyone but ya?" Jack interrupted her, pulling her into his arms and giving her a long kiss.
Tori looked as though she wished to be anywhere but here. Will entered the room, holding a sword in his hand. He didn't see Jack, Ana, or Tori and turned immediately to Nick. "Does this blade feel balanced to you?" he asked.
Jack gave a slight cough and Will turned quickly. "Jack and Ana," he exclaimed, "Oh sorry. I thought you were arriving later so I was working on this sword."
"Let me see it."
Jack held out his hand. Will carefully handed it to him. Jack examined it with care that he didn't give to anything save Ana. "Hmm."
He ran his hand lightly over the blade. So lightly that he did not drawl blood. Nick admired the care he gave it. "Nice blade: sharp."
He gave the sword a twirl. Elizabeth jumped back. Jack turned back to Will holding out the sword for him to take. "It's a little unbalanced. Take a little weight off the hilt and it's perfect," he told Will.
Will took it back, then carefully laid it on a chair, and embraced both Ana and Jack. "It's nice to see both of you again."
Tori had blended away from everyone so that no-one would notice her. Will, however had been looking around for her and spotted her. "You must be Torima?" he asked.
Tori nodded but winced slightly at her real name. "Welcome."
Will held out a well-callused hand. Tori cautiously took it. "Dinner is ready," Elizabeth announced as Will dropped Tori's hand.
"Good, I was about ta eat that sword of yers," Jack grinned.
Will shot a mock-frightened look at the sword he had spent so long on. "Remind me to keep that away from him," he whispered to Nick as they made their way into the kitchen.
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Like it? That was a really long chapter. I finally got Anamaria's name right! Tori supposed to be a lot like Anamaria but unfortunately I didn't give Ana a very big part so you couldn't tell what she was like. Tori does curse like Jack. Hehe. Like I said, this could turn out to be a JE but it's not likely. REVIEW!!!!! Please? Pretty please? With a picture of Will on top? Well maybe not but still review. PLEEEEEASE!