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Band of highly Intellectual Pirates
Chapter One: Definition of pirate
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"Your brother, he is here, isn't he?" The man with dirty blonde colored hair asked. The other man casually reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a time piece and checked it.
"Afraid not, Liam. He was here not long ago though." He answered as he kept his pocket watch. "Rumor has it, the Black Pearl was not very far from here yesterday. It would seem apparent that I have come too late and even if I had arrived on time, he would not have required my help."
"We made the trip here for nothing, Bram." Liam said with a sigh, massaging the furrowed skin on his forehead.
"Not necessarily. There's plenty to do around Port Royale." Abraham replied with a shrug. He ran his fingers though his short brown hair as he contemplated their day's events. However, Liam had already decided what he was going to do, a trip to the bar would seem in order. Abraham shook his head and grabbed Liam by his collar, pulling him back.
"No, Liam. Morning is not the time for drinking." He said as he started to walk in another direction.
"It isn't? Then when pray tell when is it the most appropriate time for drinking? You told me last night that evenings are not the time for it and now you tell me that it ain't time yet, when afternoon comes about you're gonna tell me I ain't gonna have another drink, aren't you?" Liam protested with his arms flinging in the air.
"You'd think, wouldn't you?" Abraham said, a slight smile crept upon his face as he stopped in front of a blacksmith shop.
"You're not a real pirate.You know that?" Liam said, shaking his head at his friend's ways.
"One who robs at sea or plunders the land from the sea without commission from a sovereign nation. Which part of that says that you have to drink?"
The two men entered the shop where a man was sharpening a sword and a woman stood by his side, carefully observing him with an intense gaze. Both were so engrossed that they did not notice Abraham and Liam's entrance.
"Ahem." Abraham cleared his throat trying to catch their attention. The man called William Turner raised his head and was surprised to see them. He did not expect anyone to be purchasing any of his arms that early in the morning.
"How may I help you, Mister...?" Will asked, putting down the sword and wiping his hands with a towel which the lady had passed him. Abraham seemed to look very familiar to him. His dark hair and and brown eyes seemed to somewhat have a striking resemblance to someone he knew, although he could not figure out who it was as of yet. But the man before him was a very clean looking man and his hair was cut short, just above his ears in a neat way. He did not have any sideburns or beard or moustache and his skin had a reddish-brown tan.
"My name will serve no significance to you unless you can tell me what I want to know." Bram said, his eyes wandering around the shop and then stopped when it came to the lady. "How excellent..."
"Why thank you..."Elizabeth said.
"The sabers I mean. But you are too... I guess." Bram answered with a shrug. He picked up a sabre and flung it around in a casual fashion. He was obviously quite familiar with sword play.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann." Elizabeth said, curtsying but Bram did not even take another look at her.
"Soon to be Mrs.. Elizabeth Turner. I am Will Turner. Pleased to meet you." Will added, not actually pleased to see them. Abraham seemed like such an aloof man. His dark eyes were mysterious and cold, boring into everything they met with.
"I am Liam Joseph and this is Abraham Sparrow." Liam answered, quite irritated by the way Abraham was acting towards to couple's politeness.
"Sparrow? What proffession are you in exactly, Mr Sparrow?" Will asked, rubbing his chin. Abraham shot Liam a look and then he turned to Will.
"To put it quite simply, we are pirates." He said. Will and Elizabeth stared at them as if they were crazy.
"You couldn't possibly be pirates and you couldn't be a Sparrow. If you were, you wouldn't advertise it." Elizabeth said. She could almost laugh at the fact that Abraham said he was a pirate. The man was so decent, from his clean after-shave to the way he tucked his white shirt nicely into his pants. Who were they trying to fool?
"I am not advertising my profession, Ms Swann. I am telling you straight into your face because your future husband would like to know. I am a pirate but I do also believe in hygiene. I rob, I plunder, I murder. I am a pirate. We are sea bandits in other words but I'm quite sure you know what it means so I will not define it for you." Abraham said, his face serious and there were no signs at all that he was joking.
"We are not afraid of pirates." Will said, pushing Elizabeth back a little and drawing a sword from the lot of other weapons. "We have fought with them."
Abraham remained reserved, although Liam had already taken out his gun and ready to shoot. He stood there waiting for Will to strike.
"I am sure you have faced many pirates, Mr. Turner. One of which... your own father I presume? And another... my brother, Jack. Fought by his side, perhaps. Against your will? What kind of a man are you, William? Are you a pirate or a blacksmith? Make up your mind." Abraham said calmly and he pulled out his watch again and looked at the time.
"While you are contemplating on this matter, I'd best be going. And don't bother informing that commodore friend of yours that there are pirates residing in Port Royale, they will look high and low and when they find us, they will not believe that we are." Bram replied as he opened the door to take his leave, Liam following close behind him.
"What makes you so sure, Mr. Sparrow?" Will asked. Abraham Sparrow was getting on his nerves. This man seemed to know more about him than he did and he was so sure of himself.
"I have a bachelor in English. Do you have one, Mr. Turner?" Abraham asked the blacksmith.
"No." Will answered.
"Very good then, I am sure you will find that you are more of a pirate than I am. Good day, Mr. Turner...and to you, Ms Swann." Abraham bade as he nodded his head.
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The bar was extremely crowded that night, the customers could practically feel each others breath upon their skin.
"How did I let you talk me into this, Liam?" Bram asked as he took his coat off and sat himself down at a table. Even though the room was quite warm, Bram still kept his shirt buttoned all the way to his neck. He was not a conservative man but there was something he did not want to be questioned of if anyone saw what he had been hiding.
"This ain't a bar, Bram. Its a restaurant." Liam corrected with a smile. Liam was a very handsome man, with his deep grey set eyes and a strong chin, enhancing his looks. Anyone could tell by his accent that he was Irish and he did not bother to hide it.
"Whatever. Just get me a nice spot of tea." Bram said, as he rolled up his sleeves. Abraham was a different kind of good-looking. He had a kind of youthfulness to his face and yet, it was so hard to read his emotions, even when he smiled, he seemed either sad or bitter. It made him an excellent fighter because opponents are at lost when it comes to anticipating his next strike.
"Tea isn't good for an empty stomach." Liam commented. He enjoyed his conversations with Bram because his friend always had something smart to say. Few could tolerate his sarcasm but Liam was a patient man and he was slow when it came to losing his temper.
"Oh, and I suppose beer is?" Bram asked.
"I'm just sayin' is all. Your mother told me to watch out for ya, sees if you're all right. What will I tell her when you come home all sick and dyin'?" Liam asked back.
"You make sure she gets my will. And stop talking like that you're not educated. And stop slouching, its bad for your posture." Abraham said, trying to change the subject.
"I became a pirate because I wanted to get away from my ol' man but it seems he put his brain in your body."
A waitress placed a pot of tea with cups and a pint of beer on their table. She glanced over at Abraham and smiled but he did not smile back. She was surprised because she was a pretty lady and everyone always smiled back at her. Not this fellow though.
"You'd thank me for it one day." Abraham said as he poured a cup of tea for himself, ignoring the waitress completely. If she were sitting on his lap, he would probably get up and let her drop to the floor without even noticing that she had just sat on him.
"You're only twenty-six and you act like you're sixty." Liam said, pouting his bottom lip out.
"You're already thirty and you act like you're three." The other man countered, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"Abraham, you have to move on. Will you not even smile at another woman again?"
"I cannot. So there." Abraham answered quickly. It was like an impulse to him. How many times anyone who ever knew about his past asked him that were too many to count.
"Speaking of other women, here comes Ms Turner." Liam said.
"Ms Swann."
"Right. You remembered."
"Good evening, Ms Swann, how may we humble people be of service to you?"
"Your only reason being here is so you can find Jack, yes?"
"Clever girl, how did you know?" Liam asked.
"News travels fast over the Caribbean, or so Jack has mentioned. You must have caught the news and tried to come here as fast as you could looking for Jack but could not find him, which is why you came into our shop."
"Not exactly. But close enough. If all you've come here to do is state the obvious, then you can leave now."
"Abraham!" Liam exclaimed. He turned to Elizabeth and apologized. "Abraham's usually very difficult when it comes to the ladies. Stubborn fool he is. Sorry about that, please contnue."
"Well, here's what Will and I are proposing. If you are on your way to find Jack, then take us with you."
"That isn't a proposition. And why should we take you with us?" Asked Abraham. getting impatient.
"We will provide a mode of transport."
"We have our own, thank you very much." Abraham said.
"Then what is it you want?" The woman asked. She did not really ask, Elizabeth never really asked anything, she always demanded it.
"Nothing you can give. You will be a disraction to the men on our ship and..."
"We will agree if you have the bearings to Tortuga." Liam interrupted.
"William will take care of that." Elizabeth turned to Abraham. He had a frown of disapproval on his face. "Abraham?" She called softly. His eyes were glowing with menace and he glared at her with a little more than just a mild dislike.
"I will not be responsible for your safety. I am not chivalrous so you can forget about me saving you from any forms of danger that you might face during this journey. Do we have an accord, Ms Swann?" He said finally as he poured himself another cup of tea. Elizabeth eyed his actions for a while and wondered if he truly enjoyed the cup of tea in his hands but she shook the thought away and answered.
"Of course, Mr. Sparrow. Of course."
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End of Chapter 1
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Plasmolysed Cell Membrane: Hey! This is my first POTC fic, I hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think and constructive criticism is welcome. Peace out!
Band of highly Intellectual Pirates
Chapter One: Definition of pirate
___________________________________________
"Your brother, he is here, isn't he?" The man with dirty blonde colored hair asked. The other man casually reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a time piece and checked it.
"Afraid not, Liam. He was here not long ago though." He answered as he kept his pocket watch. "Rumor has it, the Black Pearl was not very far from here yesterday. It would seem apparent that I have come too late and even if I had arrived on time, he would not have required my help."
"We made the trip here for nothing, Bram." Liam said with a sigh, massaging the furrowed skin on his forehead.
"Not necessarily. There's plenty to do around Port Royale." Abraham replied with a shrug. He ran his fingers though his short brown hair as he contemplated their day's events. However, Liam had already decided what he was going to do, a trip to the bar would seem in order. Abraham shook his head and grabbed Liam by his collar, pulling him back.
"No, Liam. Morning is not the time for drinking." He said as he started to walk in another direction.
"It isn't? Then when pray tell when is it the most appropriate time for drinking? You told me last night that evenings are not the time for it and now you tell me that it ain't time yet, when afternoon comes about you're gonna tell me I ain't gonna have another drink, aren't you?" Liam protested with his arms flinging in the air.
"You'd think, wouldn't you?" Abraham said, a slight smile crept upon his face as he stopped in front of a blacksmith shop.
"You're not a real pirate.You know that?" Liam said, shaking his head at his friend's ways.
"One who robs at sea or plunders the land from the sea without commission from a sovereign nation. Which part of that says that you have to drink?"
The two men entered the shop where a man was sharpening a sword and a woman stood by his side, carefully observing him with an intense gaze. Both were so engrossed that they did not notice Abraham and Liam's entrance.
"Ahem." Abraham cleared his throat trying to catch their attention. The man called William Turner raised his head and was surprised to see them. He did not expect anyone to be purchasing any of his arms that early in the morning.
"How may I help you, Mister...?" Will asked, putting down the sword and wiping his hands with a towel which the lady had passed him. Abraham seemed to look very familiar to him. His dark hair and and brown eyes seemed to somewhat have a striking resemblance to someone he knew, although he could not figure out who it was as of yet. But the man before him was a very clean looking man and his hair was cut short, just above his ears in a neat way. He did not have any sideburns or beard or moustache and his skin had a reddish-brown tan.
"My name will serve no significance to you unless you can tell me what I want to know." Bram said, his eyes wandering around the shop and then stopped when it came to the lady. "How excellent..."
"Why thank you..."Elizabeth said.
"The sabers I mean. But you are too... I guess." Bram answered with a shrug. He picked up a sabre and flung it around in a casual fashion. He was obviously quite familiar with sword play.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann." Elizabeth said, curtsying but Bram did not even take another look at her.
"Soon to be Mrs.. Elizabeth Turner. I am Will Turner. Pleased to meet you." Will added, not actually pleased to see them. Abraham seemed like such an aloof man. His dark eyes were mysterious and cold, boring into everything they met with.
"I am Liam Joseph and this is Abraham Sparrow." Liam answered, quite irritated by the way Abraham was acting towards to couple's politeness.
"Sparrow? What proffession are you in exactly, Mr Sparrow?" Will asked, rubbing his chin. Abraham shot Liam a look and then he turned to Will.
"To put it quite simply, we are pirates." He said. Will and Elizabeth stared at them as if they were crazy.
"You couldn't possibly be pirates and you couldn't be a Sparrow. If you were, you wouldn't advertise it." Elizabeth said. She could almost laugh at the fact that Abraham said he was a pirate. The man was so decent, from his clean after-shave to the way he tucked his white shirt nicely into his pants. Who were they trying to fool?
"I am not advertising my profession, Ms Swann. I am telling you straight into your face because your future husband would like to know. I am a pirate but I do also believe in hygiene. I rob, I plunder, I murder. I am a pirate. We are sea bandits in other words but I'm quite sure you know what it means so I will not define it for you." Abraham said, his face serious and there were no signs at all that he was joking.
"We are not afraid of pirates." Will said, pushing Elizabeth back a little and drawing a sword from the lot of other weapons. "We have fought with them."
Abraham remained reserved, although Liam had already taken out his gun and ready to shoot. He stood there waiting for Will to strike.
"I am sure you have faced many pirates, Mr. Turner. One of which... your own father I presume? And another... my brother, Jack. Fought by his side, perhaps. Against your will? What kind of a man are you, William? Are you a pirate or a blacksmith? Make up your mind." Abraham said calmly and he pulled out his watch again and looked at the time.
"While you are contemplating on this matter, I'd best be going. And don't bother informing that commodore friend of yours that there are pirates residing in Port Royale, they will look high and low and when they find us, they will not believe that we are." Bram replied as he opened the door to take his leave, Liam following close behind him.
"What makes you so sure, Mr. Sparrow?" Will asked. Abraham Sparrow was getting on his nerves. This man seemed to know more about him than he did and he was so sure of himself.
"I have a bachelor in English. Do you have one, Mr. Turner?" Abraham asked the blacksmith.
"No." Will answered.
"Very good then, I am sure you will find that you are more of a pirate than I am. Good day, Mr. Turner...and to you, Ms Swann." Abraham bade as he nodded his head.
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The bar was extremely crowded that night, the customers could practically feel each others breath upon their skin.
"How did I let you talk me into this, Liam?" Bram asked as he took his coat off and sat himself down at a table. Even though the room was quite warm, Bram still kept his shirt buttoned all the way to his neck. He was not a conservative man but there was something he did not want to be questioned of if anyone saw what he had been hiding.
"This ain't a bar, Bram. Its a restaurant." Liam corrected with a smile. Liam was a very handsome man, with his deep grey set eyes and a strong chin, enhancing his looks. Anyone could tell by his accent that he was Irish and he did not bother to hide it.
"Whatever. Just get me a nice spot of tea." Bram said, as he rolled up his sleeves. Abraham was a different kind of good-looking. He had a kind of youthfulness to his face and yet, it was so hard to read his emotions, even when he smiled, he seemed either sad or bitter. It made him an excellent fighter because opponents are at lost when it comes to anticipating his next strike.
"Tea isn't good for an empty stomach." Liam commented. He enjoyed his conversations with Bram because his friend always had something smart to say. Few could tolerate his sarcasm but Liam was a patient man and he was slow when it came to losing his temper.
"Oh, and I suppose beer is?" Bram asked.
"I'm just sayin' is all. Your mother told me to watch out for ya, sees if you're all right. What will I tell her when you come home all sick and dyin'?" Liam asked back.
"You make sure she gets my will. And stop talking like that you're not educated. And stop slouching, its bad for your posture." Abraham said, trying to change the subject.
"I became a pirate because I wanted to get away from my ol' man but it seems he put his brain in your body."
A waitress placed a pot of tea with cups and a pint of beer on their table. She glanced over at Abraham and smiled but he did not smile back. She was surprised because she was a pretty lady and everyone always smiled back at her. Not this fellow though.
"You'd thank me for it one day." Abraham said as he poured a cup of tea for himself, ignoring the waitress completely. If she were sitting on his lap, he would probably get up and let her drop to the floor without even noticing that she had just sat on him.
"You're only twenty-six and you act like you're sixty." Liam said, pouting his bottom lip out.
"You're already thirty and you act like you're three." The other man countered, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"Abraham, you have to move on. Will you not even smile at another woman again?"
"I cannot. So there." Abraham answered quickly. It was like an impulse to him. How many times anyone who ever knew about his past asked him that were too many to count.
"Speaking of other women, here comes Ms Turner." Liam said.
"Ms Swann."
"Right. You remembered."
"Good evening, Ms Swann, how may we humble people be of service to you?"
"Your only reason being here is so you can find Jack, yes?"
"Clever girl, how did you know?" Liam asked.
"News travels fast over the Caribbean, or so Jack has mentioned. You must have caught the news and tried to come here as fast as you could looking for Jack but could not find him, which is why you came into our shop."
"Not exactly. But close enough. If all you've come here to do is state the obvious, then you can leave now."
"Abraham!" Liam exclaimed. He turned to Elizabeth and apologized. "Abraham's usually very difficult when it comes to the ladies. Stubborn fool he is. Sorry about that, please contnue."
"Well, here's what Will and I are proposing. If you are on your way to find Jack, then take us with you."
"That isn't a proposition. And why should we take you with us?" Asked Abraham. getting impatient.
"We will provide a mode of transport."
"We have our own, thank you very much." Abraham said.
"Then what is it you want?" The woman asked. She did not really ask, Elizabeth never really asked anything, she always demanded it.
"Nothing you can give. You will be a disraction to the men on our ship and..."
"We will agree if you have the bearings to Tortuga." Liam interrupted.
"William will take care of that." Elizabeth turned to Abraham. He had a frown of disapproval on his face. "Abraham?" She called softly. His eyes were glowing with menace and he glared at her with a little more than just a mild dislike.
"I will not be responsible for your safety. I am not chivalrous so you can forget about me saving you from any forms of danger that you might face during this journey. Do we have an accord, Ms Swann?" He said finally as he poured himself another cup of tea. Elizabeth eyed his actions for a while and wondered if he truly enjoyed the cup of tea in his hands but she shook the thought away and answered.
"Of course, Mr. Sparrow. Of course."
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End of Chapter 1
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Plasmolysed Cell Membrane: Hey! This is my first POTC fic, I hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think and constructive criticism is welcome. Peace out!