The Turner Curse
Summery: After Elizabeth Dies in Childbirth, and Will is talking into going on the Pearl with the baby to live with Jack. The girl, Hannah, gets kidnapped, and Will and Jack chase after her across the Caribbean.
A/n: First things first..answering people..
orli*N*keira: Thank you for your really super nice review. It really made my day after being hit by a car and thinking all this up in the ER waiting room (I am fine btw). Anyways, I was planning on all that back-story, you hit it on the head. That was my whole plan, only it was gonna come from Jack's pov instead of Will's.
I would thank my beta read, and Sozo.and Rei, but I made them review because I am a feedback slug like that.
POV: Jack's
Chapter one- Pirate Booty
I never liked sneaking into anywhere. Port Royal is no choice. Something makes me feel connected to one member of the population. Two to tell the truth. William and Elizabeth Turner, Lord help me if they have no rum.
The streets are quiet, and I really don't like the fact it is crawling with soldiers..
What I do for people.
I sneak up the street into a dark alley, going up to a small blacksmith shop on the corner. I stayed out of the beams of the streetlights. The last thing I need was to be caught again.
The candles had been blow out in Will's workshop, but there was one burning in the apartment that was above it. Now.for the fun apart. I have to climb up, and in the window.
There is a small climbing plant thingy that I have no clue as to what it is called, or how it got there. It will always be the climbing plant thingy. So now, I stick one foot over the other, and climb up, trying to kept balance. It would really suck if I fell off, not that it is a long way down, but that the soldiers walking around would surely hear, and where would I be? To the hangman stool, and smartly at that.
I managed to get over the hard part, and now, the easy one; slipping in from the window. The window slowly creaked up, and I noticed I was not alone in the room as I entered it. There was a small crib, and a small being inside. HOLY CRAP THEY HAD CHILDREN!
I leaned over it for a better look, and the candle's flame played around the child and it's hair, which was dark. It sucked on the back of its hand in mindless sleep, and I decide it was a good time to wake up its parents.
I went down the hall, like so many times before, thinking up my creative way of waking Will in the past. One time I kicked the bedding out from under them.. I shiver at the memories. I never want to see Will naked again, as long as I live. That's what I get for waking newlyweds though. There was the other time I had woken Elizabeth up first, and we got water for William's wake up call.
I stopped at their door and peered in. Nothing but stillness. I crept into the room, the sounds of breathe drawing in the darkness, but only one breathing in. This didn't alarm me at first; after all, Elizabeth visited her father on some days and stayed nights. So I just climbed in with him, slipping one arm around his waist. I tried my best female voice for this one folks. "Oh Will.."
The bed erupted as Will jumped out of it, shirtless I might add, and pissed as a bat out of hell. "JACK SPARROW!" He shouted, and the child I saw sleeping must have heard him, for it began to cry. He stood there; shaking for a second, then gave up, and walked down the hall. I followed, feeling like a sick little dog, but hey, I knew he wouldn't chew me out in front of the kid. I watched him from the doorway as he rocked the child on his knees.
Silence. "Will..Where yer wife." That was the first thing in my life at that point that I wished I had never said looking back on it.
Will looked out the window, with a longing look. There was nothing said from him as the child continued to cry. Something crumbled in him, for he began to cry as well. The only words I really caught before he joined his child in full sobbing was only this, "She's gone."
"She's gone?" I repeated, not understanding, "She's gone.. she is gone.. as in, to Davy Jones locker?" I said, giving the motion of the ocean.
Will couldn't speak for a long time. He was shaking, and had sat on the floor, trying to clam down. "Yes.as in Davy Bloody Jones Locker." He said, slowly.
I thought. "How?" Will looked at me in horror. I think I said something wrong.
"HOW? She died..she died.." He looked distanced again, and I decided I should join his side. He looked at me, for he lost all control again and grabbed my coat. "She.. we." I began to catch things from his sobbing. "We.we were suppose to grow old.. we were suppose to have a lot of kids.. and grandkids.she." He stopped talking all together, and looked at me in the eye, after wiping his nose on my coat like a child. "I can't be happy.. not with her gone. She died when Hannah was born.." He said, trying to gain some control of himself. It was hard to see someone I knew with strength like Will mourn over someone even stronger like Elizabeth. I have to say, that I always had respect for the woman, even if she did burn the rum. "She died.. then.yeah." he said, and nothing he was hoping for was being taken care of.
"I see."
"It's not fair Jack!" He said, grabbing my arm. "I was suppose to have a long life with her, we were suppose to have a lot of kids, and live happily ever after! I didn't want her to die, I didn't need her to. I loved her too much, it hurts with out her, and every day isn't a day at all, for me there is no sun. She was my sun, and without that I can't work. I can't do anything.just."
"Live?" I finshed for him. He was gone, it was true, Elizabeth had left him in a way he would never see her. At least not on this earth. "She wouldn't want you like this. She wants you to be happy, or as happy as you could with out her." I looked at him, hard, "Is it so bad that you can't do your smiting?" He nodded. "Then join me, if you can't be a blacksmith, then be a pirate... for Elizabeth."
"But, Hannah.I couldn't.."
I tensed, but sighed, trying to keep cool, "She can come, but you must care for her, and do what you have to earn keep."
There was a pause, and then he spoke. "Do you think.. do you think she would want me to become one?"
I smiled, "She said she fell in love with one didn't she?"
There was another pause, and then Will looked at me in the eye, "Fine. You win."
That was a deal I never wished I made.
Summery: After Elizabeth Dies in Childbirth, and Will is talking into going on the Pearl with the baby to live with Jack. The girl, Hannah, gets kidnapped, and Will and Jack chase after her across the Caribbean.
A/n: First things first..answering people..
orli*N*keira: Thank you for your really super nice review. It really made my day after being hit by a car and thinking all this up in the ER waiting room (I am fine btw). Anyways, I was planning on all that back-story, you hit it on the head. That was my whole plan, only it was gonna come from Jack's pov instead of Will's.
I would thank my beta read, and Sozo.and Rei, but I made them review because I am a feedback slug like that.
POV: Jack's
Chapter one- Pirate Booty
I never liked sneaking into anywhere. Port Royal is no choice. Something makes me feel connected to one member of the population. Two to tell the truth. William and Elizabeth Turner, Lord help me if they have no rum.
The streets are quiet, and I really don't like the fact it is crawling with soldiers..
What I do for people.
I sneak up the street into a dark alley, going up to a small blacksmith shop on the corner. I stayed out of the beams of the streetlights. The last thing I need was to be caught again.
The candles had been blow out in Will's workshop, but there was one burning in the apartment that was above it. Now.for the fun apart. I have to climb up, and in the window.
There is a small climbing plant thingy that I have no clue as to what it is called, or how it got there. It will always be the climbing plant thingy. So now, I stick one foot over the other, and climb up, trying to kept balance. It would really suck if I fell off, not that it is a long way down, but that the soldiers walking around would surely hear, and where would I be? To the hangman stool, and smartly at that.
I managed to get over the hard part, and now, the easy one; slipping in from the window. The window slowly creaked up, and I noticed I was not alone in the room as I entered it. There was a small crib, and a small being inside. HOLY CRAP THEY HAD CHILDREN!
I leaned over it for a better look, and the candle's flame played around the child and it's hair, which was dark. It sucked on the back of its hand in mindless sleep, and I decide it was a good time to wake up its parents.
I went down the hall, like so many times before, thinking up my creative way of waking Will in the past. One time I kicked the bedding out from under them.. I shiver at the memories. I never want to see Will naked again, as long as I live. That's what I get for waking newlyweds though. There was the other time I had woken Elizabeth up first, and we got water for William's wake up call.
I stopped at their door and peered in. Nothing but stillness. I crept into the room, the sounds of breathe drawing in the darkness, but only one breathing in. This didn't alarm me at first; after all, Elizabeth visited her father on some days and stayed nights. So I just climbed in with him, slipping one arm around his waist. I tried my best female voice for this one folks. "Oh Will.."
The bed erupted as Will jumped out of it, shirtless I might add, and pissed as a bat out of hell. "JACK SPARROW!" He shouted, and the child I saw sleeping must have heard him, for it began to cry. He stood there; shaking for a second, then gave up, and walked down the hall. I followed, feeling like a sick little dog, but hey, I knew he wouldn't chew me out in front of the kid. I watched him from the doorway as he rocked the child on his knees.
Silence. "Will..Where yer wife." That was the first thing in my life at that point that I wished I had never said looking back on it.
Will looked out the window, with a longing look. There was nothing said from him as the child continued to cry. Something crumbled in him, for he began to cry as well. The only words I really caught before he joined his child in full sobbing was only this, "She's gone."
"She's gone?" I repeated, not understanding, "She's gone.. she is gone.. as in, to Davy Jones locker?" I said, giving the motion of the ocean.
Will couldn't speak for a long time. He was shaking, and had sat on the floor, trying to clam down. "Yes.as in Davy Bloody Jones Locker." He said, slowly.
I thought. "How?" Will looked at me in horror. I think I said something wrong.
"HOW? She died..she died.." He looked distanced again, and I decided I should join his side. He looked at me, for he lost all control again and grabbed my coat. "She.. we." I began to catch things from his sobbing. "We.we were suppose to grow old.. we were suppose to have a lot of kids.. and grandkids.she." He stopped talking all together, and looked at me in the eye, after wiping his nose on my coat like a child. "I can't be happy.. not with her gone. She died when Hannah was born.." He said, trying to gain some control of himself. It was hard to see someone I knew with strength like Will mourn over someone even stronger like Elizabeth. I have to say, that I always had respect for the woman, even if she did burn the rum. "She died.. then.yeah." he said, and nothing he was hoping for was being taken care of.
"I see."
"It's not fair Jack!" He said, grabbing my arm. "I was suppose to have a long life with her, we were suppose to have a lot of kids, and live happily ever after! I didn't want her to die, I didn't need her to. I loved her too much, it hurts with out her, and every day isn't a day at all, for me there is no sun. She was my sun, and without that I can't work. I can't do anything.just."
"Live?" I finshed for him. He was gone, it was true, Elizabeth had left him in a way he would never see her. At least not on this earth. "She wouldn't want you like this. She wants you to be happy, or as happy as you could with out her." I looked at him, hard, "Is it so bad that you can't do your smiting?" He nodded. "Then join me, if you can't be a blacksmith, then be a pirate... for Elizabeth."
"But, Hannah.I couldn't.."
I tensed, but sighed, trying to keep cool, "She can come, but you must care for her, and do what you have to earn keep."
There was a pause, and then he spoke. "Do you think.. do you think she would want me to become one?"
I smiled, "She said she fell in love with one didn't she?"
There was another pause, and then Will looked at me in the eye, "Fine. You win."
That was a deal I never wished I made.