Hi, everyone! I haven't been involved in the POTC fandom universe in ages, forgive me. This storyline may not be the most original; but from what I remember, most time travellers did it by accident. Not so in this case! This story follows Mary, one of the top solvers at a corporation called Time Solvers, Incorporated.
Hopefully, this story isn't too terrible. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I do own Mary, and I own Johanna Finch(She may show up in this story, I haven't decided yet, but she appears in my Harry Potter story, Wicked. READ IT!) And...that's...about all. Queen owns "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy". All in all, I own very few things, so nay.
Mary sat on her computer, humming softly.
"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirates life for me…"
A pirate she'd be dealing with. Blackbeard with a dash of Pepe Le Pew would be the perfect description. Why on earth she had been told to deal with Captain Jack Sparrow was anyone's guess. This man had no real impact on history, but yet there his name was, a top priority on her command form. She wondered just how much this man was like Johnny Depp's portrayal of him. Would he even be that good looking?
She highly doubted it.
Mary turned and looked at her clock. 11:47. Not even fifteen minutes to get ready- what were they thinking at TSI? She supposed she wasn't one of the top solvers for nothing. Not everyone could be Benjamin Franklin's inspiration, she chuckled. The man was brilliant, history couldn't lie.
Time to tune. What year did the command form say again? Walking over to the same clock that now read 11:48, she adjusted her AM3 Dial. 1721. Was that right? All the midnight travels took toll on her eyes, and she'd end up like her grandmother with six cataracts.
She shook her head slightly, waking herself up. Walking to her wardrobe, she searched her mind. Now, what did those girls in that Pirates movie wear?
"Now, now, I'm sure that, if given you'll listen to me-"
"There's nothing to listen to. You'll have to surrender the ship, or your life. Mr. Sparrow, we've given you chance after chance after chance. You've wasted your last. Your life could be spared."
"The ship is my life."
"Well, then. Do the gallows at high noon meet your liking?"
Captain Jack Sparrow, was, if you'd like, in a rut. He'd been in it before. It wouldn't be hard to escape.
Well, now with Will and Elizabeth in England with their twins, it might be. But Captain Jack hadn't met a challenge he'd turn down. Not for his ship.
Norrington had finally caught him as well as cargoes of stolen rum and copper. Jack's life could be spared; if only because Jack had saved Norrington from Davey Jones on the last delightful little adventure.
"I'm sure an agreement could be reached-" Jack began.
"Off to the cell with you, Captain." an officer sneered. Norrington had no power in this case, not with the entire militia against the conniving pirate.
Jack closed his eyes as he was led off yet again. Not the ship. Not his ship. Not the Pearl. Jack couldn't lose her, not this time.
The cell was damp, and cold. What else was new? It was beginning to become familiar to Jack. "Home sweet home," Jack muttered under his breath. "Jiggity jig."
"I'm sure you'll quite enjoy your stay here again, Mr. Sparrow. Please, don't let our hospitality get in your way." The officers laughed, as Norrington watched, his face emotionless.
You save a man's life, and they'll just stab you in the back. That was life for Jack, it seemed.
Mary woke up abruptly. Oh, please, not before ten AM, she needed coffee..
"Miss? Miss? Would you like another coal pan to warm your bed? You're shivering."
"Oh!" Mary awoke with a start. English accent. Old English accent. She couldn't remember how to do this. She'd learned it!
"Madam? I do hope you will allow me to warm your bed, before you turn blue!" The maid chuckled before quickly blushing. "I apologize, that wasn't my place."
The proper, familiar rhythm and syllables of the words came back to Mary. "Oh, miss, it's quite all right. It really is no matter at all, feel free! I suppose I will wrap up while I'm waiting? I certainly don't want to burn my feet." Mary grinned.
The maid grinned nervously. "Of course not, miss."
Mary sat in a chair with her blankets around her, inwardly grimacing. It seemed she was just a tad bit too forward for their liking. Ladies were reserved and quiet. They didn't associate with maids, god forbid! God also forbid she be redheaded. Redheads were considered lunatics; and most often became prostitutes..
Damn if she would have to be a prostitute.
Wrapped up in the down blanket, the maid asked why she was saying in Master Harrison's estate.
"I am his niece- his sister, my mother, died last year of cholera. I was of age to receive the inheiritance-" This is coming naturally, she smiled to herself, "If I would move to Port Royal to join my uncle."
"That sounds terrible, madam. Master Harrison will be good to you, I am sure."
"Yes." She smiled. Master Harrison was, in fact, one of the most highly regarded associates at Time Solvers Incorporated. He lived in the eighteenth century and was able to keep contact with the twenty first easily, with his clock.
That was how things were at TSI- it revolved around clocks. They told the time, why not travel with them, too? None of the fancy time machines- they often resulted in leaving bits of themselves behind. Splinching could be on loan from the Harry Potter universe, Mary speculated. George Harrison- no relation- was one of the first pioneers, easily trusted. A friend.
"Now, madam, how long will you be staying with your uncle, then?"
"As long as is needed." In the maid's interpretation, that meant, Until I am married. In Mary's, Until I fix the damn Jack Sparrow thing. Her thoughts were clouded over with musings of just what Captain Jack would look like. If he was really as cowardly- but loyal- as accounts remembered him.
Most importantly, would he look like Johnny Depp?
There you have it! The first chapter of Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy. REVIEW! Please, please do.