You Were Meant For Me
Author: williz
Summary: Will/Elizabeth focus- It's just Will and Elizabeth in a big adventure in which they meet many times. OK…I'm bad at summaries. But my story is going to be really fun. I swear! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters? Not mine.
Unrecognizable characters? MINE!
Recognizable characters that you just don't recognize because you're having a bad day? Not mine, though I'd like to stake claim for them just that day.
A slice cut through the silence and then a body dropped.
Everyone turned and looked to see Will standing behind Captain Barley, twisting his arm behind his back, while another pirate laid at their feet, sliced from ear to ear, dead.
"Everyone stay back!" Will ordered, holding a knife to Barley's throat. His crew dropped their grips on Jack, Ana Maria, and Elizabeth and stepped back.
"Throw your weapons over here, now….all of you! NOW!" He said, pulling the blade tighter to the pirate's throat. All of them took all of their weapons and threw them towards Will, including their daggers, knives, cutlass, swords, and pistols. Barley took a deep breath of air. "Yeh stupid gits, I can't die! Get yer weapons back, yeh bligh'ers!"
They looked at each other quickly and dove for their weapons. But Jack managed to kick most of them away or pick them up, as Ana and Liz did the same.
"Damn yeh all! What did I do to deserve a stupid crew like 'em!" Barley wailed. Will all of a sudden was pulled back and fell on his back. A pirate stood over him with a cutlass at his throat. "Hello, laddie."
Will looked up at the fowl man and sneaked a glance to the side where another cutlass lay. Will inched his hand closer to the handle. Closer, closer, closer.
It seemed as if everything stopped as his hand finally grasped the handle of the cutlass and tightened around the hilt. With a quick motion, he brought the sword up and slammed it through the belly of the hefty pirate.
In one more millisecond, Will's cutlass was clashed with Captain Barley's cutlass in a duel for life for both pirates.
If William were to win this fight, he would keep his life intact, but if victory was the Barley's, he and his crew would gain life, and go on living, feeling, breathing, just like every other human being as they had before.
Both fought, swords sparring, loud clanks sounding through the dense desert air. The same sound started reverberating around them, bouncing off of the cliffs and back to them, the fight beginning for both sides.
Jack parried a pirate and swung his other fist around, hitting another in the jaw before spinning back and hooking his leg around the pirate in front's legs, bringing the man to the floor before running him through. Jack's cutlass got stuck in the pirate's ribcage as he jumped up and down, trying to pull the sword out.
A whoosh sounded just behind his right ear as he ducked, seeing a sword sail through where his head had just been. Jack's eyes widened as he turned around, pulled the sword from the dead man's chest, and starting fighting the other.
Ana Maria looked to Will as he fought the captain, wondering if she should help him. He looked as though his very weak limbs were tiring out on him. If that was the case, he'd surely be run through and the end of the curse would be complete. She looked to the young man again, just in time to see him punch the larger captain in the jaw, sending him sprawling backwards. "Maybe not…" Ana thought with a smirk and turned to help Elizabeth, who was doing quite well herself.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth in the face of the cackling pirate who leaned forward to try and kiss her. "You bastard!" She yelled, pushing him away just in time. She went at him on a rampage, and lost her sword in her fury.
Ana saw the man raise his sword to run her friend through the middle, so she jumped in front and blocked it just in time. "Go, Liz…get your sword!" She yelled over the turmoil.
Elizabeth nodded, gratefulness shining in her eyes and she got up and stumbled to the sword on the ground. With a tilt of her head, she noticed the sword she'd picked up in the cave a few days before, lying just feet away from her. Phillip Rackley's sword.
She staggered to it and grasped it firmly in her hands. A jolt went through her arms and she nearly dropped it. With a confused raise of an eyebrow, she looked down at it and shook her head, ignoring the pain that seized her arm momentarily, looking up at the battle.
That's when Elizabeth Swann noticed Will with his hands full, glaring steadfast at Captain Barnacle Barley, fury blazing through his whole body, teeth gritted. Barley was smirking, laughing at the amount of strength and energy Will seemed to have lost in the fight, due to the torment he was put through during the journey.
The young woman pursed her lips, staring at her lover. With a bite of her lip, she looked down to the sword, when the P.R. symbol on the hilt shone as she turned it over. Looking between her lover and the sword, she finally made up her mind.
"Will!" She yelled loudly, just as the pirate hit his opponent, sending him to the ground. Will looked from his fallen nemesis and saw Elizabeth. "Elizabeth…" he murmured, reacting quickly as she threw the sword to him. He caught it squarely in his years of physical and mental sword training.
As soon as his hand touched the hilt, power and strength surged through his body. He looked suspiciously at the sword before he heard a war cry in front of him. Not realizing Barley was attacking him again, he looked up to see his body working as if it had a mind of his own. His sword arm blocked every parry and thrust of the captain.
A second ghostly figure appeared then, outlining the fit figure of Will's with his own, making all of the moves.
Will's eyes opened wide as the hand fought of its own accord, not missing a beat and even over-fighting Barnacle Barley.
All of a sudden, the power was gone for a split second and William Turner's hand dropped limply to his side, the sword slipping from his fingers and landing in the sand with a thud. The figure disappeared as soon as the power was gone. "Uh oh," Will muttered, looking up to see the smug Barley raising his sword to kill him.
"NO!" Elizabeth screamed, trying to reach Will as the sword came down upon him.
A loud slice sounded and Elizabeth shut her eyes, hearing the absolute silence. She could have chopped the quiet with her cutlass right then and there. The young lover covered her heart with her hand and opened her eyes, gasping.
Lambry stood with his sword going straight through the heart of Captain Barnacle Barley. Barley stood with his sword raised above his head, his eyes as wide as saucers. The sword clattered from his hands, landing at Lambry's feet.
The first mate stood with a grim expression on his face, his features set hard as stone.
Captain Barnacle Barley soon dropped to his knees, gasping as his first mate pulled the cutlass out of his body with a sickening sound. The blood of his captain dripped from the point of his sword, staining the hot sand below him as Lambry lowered the sword to his side.
Through all of this, Will stood with his eyes fixated on Lambry. Barley looked behind him to Lambry, motioning with a weak, pale hand for the man to come to him. The pirate did so, stopping to his captain's side. "Why…?" Barley asked, faintly.
"I had to stop yeh. It overcame yeh, Cap'n. The curse overcame yer body an' soul, I had ter… yeh were ruinin' the lives o' innocent people, treatin' 'em wrong. I couldn't let yeh anymore. Yeh gots ter understand, Cap'n, sir!" Lambry begged and pleaded with Barley, sincerity shining in his eyes.
"I know…" Barley breathed, closing his eyes for the last time and dropping to the sand at Will's feet, face first. Lambry looked down to the ground and stood, dropping his sword beside his dead captain's body.
The rest of the crew dropped their swords also, looking down to the ground in disappointment. "I wos gunna 'ave me some rum," one of them whined. "Tha' wos the first thin' I woulda done," he said, shaking his head.
Jack stepped up to him and patted him on the back. "I would 'ave done the same, mate. I would 'ave done the same."
Will looked down at the body. "He's dead?" He asked, disbelievingly. "But he couldn't die…the curse…"
"Aye, the curse," Lambry spat. "He lied, 'e did! The curse kin be broken the second yer dead body drops ter the bo'om of the Dead Sea, s'true…but wot Cap'n din't say wos that the curse could also be broken if he's run through by family. Tha's me, mate. I'm 'is brother." Lambry smiled wryly down at Barley's body.
"Go get tha' piece o' Aztec gold, son. An' throw it in tha' water…the curse will be broken an' everythin' will be over, I assure yeh. S'the las' part o' the bargain." Will glanced at the dead body at his feet and back to Lambry.
"S'in meh saddle pouch. Now go, whelp. An' would yeh hurry, then!" Lambry reached forward and shoved the young man towards his mount.
Will staggered towards it and reached into the pouch, retrieving the coin and running towards the water as fast as possible.
"Yeh betrayed yer own brother," one of the pirates accused, spitting at the ground at Lambry's feet. "It wos fer 'is own good!" The pirate defended, throwing his hands up. "I din't betray 'im!" All talking stopped as Will yelled, "Hey! Get ready!" to the pirates and threw the gold as far as possible into the Dead Sea.
All of them watched as the glinting gold flew through the air so slowly, it could have had wings. The chain flew behind it, trailing gold in its wake. Finally, it hit the water and sunk, before every inch of it disappeared.
Stinging sensations went through the pirates of Barley's crew, before one of them yelled, "Ah! I kin feel meh shirt! S'dirty!" And they all laughed, singing and dancing together.
Will turned from the water and watched the pirates dance, before staring at the lone figure in the middle of the lively bunch, staring at the ground remorsefully. With a sad smile, Will limped to Lambry and took his hand in his in a firm shake. "You are a good man, Lambry. I can't thank you enough for saving our lives. You're a good man." They caught each other's eyes and Lambry smiled.
"I kin say the same fer you, William Turner. Yer father would'a been proud ter see yeh fight." Will nodded, before the smile was wiped off his face.
"But…that sword Elizabeth gave me…"
"Yeh ne'er heard o' Phillip Rackley, Turner?" Lambry shook his head, chuckling softly. "He wos the world's best swordsman in 'is time. Now I dun' know where tha' sword came from, but Rackley found 'is place in 'eaven the second yer skilled 'ands touched it." Lambry winked and walked to the rest of the rejoicing crew. Will grinned before feeling a soft hand touch his own. Turning, he stared straight into the eyes of Elizabeth.
She smirked and grabbed his head between her hands, pulling him into a passionate kiss and moving closer. Loud whoops and catcalls were never heard though, as Will lost his mind in her kiss.
"Tha's it mate! Do it how Jack showed yeh!" Jack bellowed, making all the pirates turn to him, Ana arching an eyebrow. "Showed, Jack?"
"TAUGHT! TAUGHT! TAUGHT, GODDAMNIT! I TAUGHT 'IM!" Jack covered his face as they all laughed at him. "Yeh all 'ave dirty minds! I wouldn' kiss tha' eunuch if meh life depended on it!" They still laughed.
"Oh, c'mon! I've got at least ten lovely ladies waitin' fer me in Tortuga. Ten! Katrina, Scarlett, Jezebel, Giselle, Gertrude…Oh c'mon fella's! He's a bloody eunuch, no one in their right mind would…"
"He's not a eunuch!" Elizabeth corrected, before pounding her lips back to Will's satisfactorily.
The chuckling died down as Jack glowered, fixing his ride and hoisting himself back up onto it. The rest followed, and all looked expectantly towards the lovers who were attached to each other still.
"Oi! C'mon then lovebirds! Get on the camel, we got no time ter lose!" Will broke from Elizabeth, setting his forehead against hers and grinning. She matched his grin and took his hand, dragging him to a camel and throwing a blanket up.
He helped her up and jumped up beside her, taking the reins in one hand and wrapping his arm around his lover's waist with the other. He dropped his head to her shoulder and shut his eyes lazily.
Elizabeth looked to his face and kissed his nose. "Will…"
"Hm?" He murmured against her neck, making her giggle. "Will, it's over. Sleep, I'll take care of the driving." She kissed his nose again, since it was the only thing she could reach.
"It's over…" he muttered, his breathing evening out as he rested his body against her in a deep, deep sleep.
"S'he sleepin' love?" Jack asked behind him as they rode towards the jungle-like path. She nodded, peaking back at her lover's serene features. "He needs it, Jack." He nodded back to her. "I know 'e does."
-One week later-
"Damnit, where be Gibbs? I told 'im ter wait 'ere fer me!" Jack growled, standing at the docks of Cueta, tapping his foot with his hands on his waist. The beads in his hair hit together, making a slight sound.
"Give him time, Jack. You got the letter, remember? The one Unaro brought to us. It said that…" Will started, but was interrupted.
"I know wot the bloody letter said! But he's bloody Joshamee Gibbs! This kind o' stuff doesn't go by wit' 'im!" Jack yelled.
Elizabeth shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Damnit, Jack! Shut up for once! How long has it been since you've been expecting him?" She asked, placing her hands at her hips and pursing her lips sourly.
"About….five minutes…" Jack said, but paused. "Aw bloody 'ell! STILL! Gibbs is ne'er late like this!" He said angrily. Will chuckled and wrapped an arm about Elizabeth's shoulders.
One of Barley's crew looked down at the water. "God, this water looks so invitin'!" He leant down and ran a hand through it. "Ah, it's so cool! I kin' feel it! I LOVE THE OCEAN!" He exclaimed, a toothless smile on his countenance.
"Then why dun' yeh marry it, Harry," another pirate said glumly, rubbing his behind sourly. "Damn camels with their humps…bloody horrible animals, they is…"
Scanning the horizon, Will noticed absolutely nothing but blue meeting blue. The sky in Cueta, just off Point Almina, left nothing to the imagination during dusk. He sighed wistfully and decided Gibbs wouldn't appear for an hour at the least with the Black Pearl.
Looking around, Will turned Elizabeth to look at him and cocked his head behind him, motioning for her to follow him. He took her hand as she looked around at the rampaging Jack and Ana rolling her eyes, as well as the select few members of Barley's crew, including Lambry.
Will brought her behind a wall and smiled winningly at her. "Elizabeth, throughout all of this, all I thought of was you. Your face, your skin, your laugh. I thought of how soft your lips were against mine and how your body fit so perfectly into my own when we embraced. I thought of when we…well, yes. You know." He blushed as she smiled. "I know Will…I love you too."
"Yes, but listen," he said urgently, grasping her hand that was stroking his face and holding it tightly in his own. "I love you Elizabeth Swann. I love you more than life itself. I was certainly willing to die if only it would give you the time to escape. I want nothing more than to see you happy for the rest of your life, my darling." He paused for a moment, glancing around the wall momentarily to see that no one had missed their presence.
"Elizabeth, Liz, my dearest love, the one person closest to my heart…will you marry me?" He asked, sincerity nearly blinding Elizabeth as it radiated from his dark brown orbs.
Tears welled up in Elizabeth's eyes. She pressed a hand to her mouth and sobbed, using the other hand to steady herself against the man who had just proposed marriage to her.
"Will you answer?" He asked uncertainly. "I know I'm a pirate. A lowdown…dirty…filthy…poorly…unscrupulous…" He was cut off as she grabbed his face and looked in his eyes. The intensity in her gaze silenced him.
"Yes, Will. I will marry you. I will marry you whenever, wherever you want. Always!" She laughed tearfully as his eyes widened, as well as his grin. "Really?" He asked, excited.
"Yes, really."
He yelled in his exuberance and lifted her off her feet, spinning her in a circle as she giggled and letting her down, hugging her closely to his body and enveloping her in the most wonderful kiss either had ever experienced.
"Will, we're going to marry," she exclaimed joyfully as they broke apart. He grinned toothily and wrapped his arms tighter about her slim waist. "God, I'm so happy," he muttered into her hair.
Loud cries filled the air near the docks they'd left. Peeking around the corner, Will looked to the horizon and saw black sails coming toward them. "Thata boy, Gibbs!" He yelled, pulling Elizabeth out behind him.
Elizabeth quickly wiped the tears from her face and smiled happily, her eyes shining and her hand gripping Will's tighter. Ana glanced at her suspiciously. "Lassie, you been cryin'?"
"William proposed," Jack answered knowingly, grinning at the sight of his beloved ship coming towards him. "Come ter daddy," he whispered, the breeze blowing through his hair.
"How'd you know!" Elizabeth asked eagerly.
"Lass…I say it to yeh over and over and over and over again. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack grinned toothily and waved to the nearing ship, seeing the figures moving amongst the ropes and black sails of his ship.
Will rolled his eyes and laughed, stepping up behind Jack Sparrow and crossing his arms. "Where are we going then, Jack?" He asked him in an undertone.
"We're 'eadin' straight through the Straight and back home…the Caribbean, lad. The Caribbean." He smiled, watching as his Pearl was docked quickly.
Will nodded, starting towards the ship to give them a hand after glancing at Elizabeth momentarily and grinning.
"How is it tha' I kin be off meh ship fer a month at the most, an' it gets this bloody dirty, Gibbs! How!" Jack asked unbelievably.
Gibbs shrugged. "We're all pirates 'ere, Cap'n. Not bloody goody-two-shoes wit' manners!" The older pirate stated calmly.
Jack shook his head. "Right, lads! Swab the decks and shine the hull! I pride meself an' meh crew on the shine of meh Pearl!" He yelled, turning to the helm and grasping it lovingly. His fists tightened on the pegs of the wheel as he grinned, the wind sailing through his dark hair and rattling the beads.
"I love meh Black Pearl," he muttered.
"Ah, reunited with your love, are you, Jack?" Will asked from behind him, leaning on the railing. Jack turned and smiled widely. "Yes, jus' as yeh are wit' yers, aye?"
"Aye," Will answered, staring at Elizabeth as she spoke with Ana Maria.
They had been sailing for a half hour, the land in sight on both sides of the Pearl but they were still safely far enough away from harm.
"Jack, I have to ask you. How did you make it to the Dead Sea before Barley?" Will looked out to the sea and back to Jack, running a hand through his dark, bound locks.
"You, mate." Jack winked.
"Me? What did I do?" Will asked, lifting a foot to rest on the crate before him, leaning his arm on his knee.
"Yer bloody map 'ad all the markings we needed ter get into that cave an' out. We took the shortcut you drew on 'ere," Jack said, taking the rolled parchment from his sack next to him and throwing it to his first mate.
"Christ, Jack! You mean there really is a cave that goes through the mountain? A shortcut!" Will stood, his eyes wide, his fists grabbing at Jack's collar excitedly.
"Oi! Oi! Oi! Get off o' me!" Jack yelled, shaking himself free from the younger man's grip. "Calm yeself, whelp!" He brushed himself off and planted another small smile on his face.
"Yer shortcut worked wonders. I wasn't about ter take us through it, but did…on account o' yer lovely Lady Swann," the captain of the Black Pearl stated satisfactorily.
"Elizabeth? She wanted to go through with it?" Will paused. "What if it hadn't worked, though?" He asked.
"Then ye'd be dead, Will. Now if ye'll excuse me, I've got some business ter 'andle in meh cabin that starts wit' an 'R' and ends wit' an 'Um' savvy?" He grinned and took Will's hand, slapping it on the wheel and tightening it. "Take good care of 'er, or it'll be the plank for yeh, aye?"
Will nodded, laughing as the captain nearly skipped to his cabin and out of sight.
Elizabeth stood at the bow with Ana Maria leaning against the railing at her side. "So yer marryin' Turner, eh?" Ana asked, watching the younger woman's features light up at Will's mention.
Elizabeth nodded shyly, aware of the pirate's stare.
"When will it be, then?" She asked. Elizabeth looked up and shrugged. "I don't rightly know when. All I know is that we are, and it will be the happiest moment of my life when we do." She grinned, hugging herself with delight.
"Cripes, yer all up in arms 'bout this one, ain't yeh?" Ana asked, laughing.
"Oh, of course I am! I've loved him since I was sixteen!" As an afterthought, Elizabeth impatiently asked her companion. "What do you think, Ana Maria? How does Elizabeth Swann Turner sound? Does it fit?" Elizabeth crinkled up her nose.
The other laughed and patted Elizabeth on the back rather roughly for a woman. "I think Elizabeth Turner suits yeh better."
"Yes, I must agree with you on that. Elizabeth Turner…" Elizabeth threw it around in her mouth, loving the taste and sound of it. Elizabeth Turner would suit her well in the future, hopefully in the near future.
A loud cry sounded from Gibbs. "Put yer backs into it, men! We got a deadline! There's a weddin' ter be had once we get back to the Caribbean!" All the pirates looked up and whooped, celebrating the success loudly. Both Will and Elizabeth blushed as they caught each other's eyes from across the Pearl.
Jack busted out of his cabin with rum in his hands.
"Drinks all 'round!" He yelled, handing the bottle up and down the rows of hardworking men.
Elizabeth laughed exultantly and danced a bit with some of the pirates respectively. Will looked on with a content smile on his face, watching the men each chug the rum down and dance. The Black Pearl had never looked so inviting, so utterly wonderful and blissful. This was his home and would always be his home, even if it lied on the bottom of the sea many years from this day, it would be his home. The Black Pearl taught him to be a man and taught him to be a pirate. It taught him to love, something he wouldn't forgo for all the gold in the seven seas.
Elizabeth finished with one of the pirates as he moved on to the music of the fiddle playing in the background. She watched as a smiling Lambry walked from the middle of the bunch and went to the bow. The young woman followed, stopping beside him and waiting to speak.
"Oh, hello lass. Why yeh 'ere? Yeh should be celebratin' wit' yer friends and yer fiancé." He let out a small smile of congratulations and turned back to the sea as night started falling.
"Mr. Lambry, I'm so sorry about your brother…you must know that I never…"
"I know Miss Swann. I know. It couldn't be 'elped. No, it couldn't. Barnacle wasn't always like tha'. 'Twas the curse tha' did it. I swear it was that dastardly curse. Gold is evil, I tell yeh. It kin get yeh so far, then it sinks yeh into the ground." He shook his head sadly.
"It was meh brother's greed tha' sent him ter 'ell…not anythin' else."
Elizabeth nodded sympathetically, patting Lambry on the shoulder. "I just don't understand this whole curse business. What even happened?" He laughed wryly, motioning to a crate. "Sit, lass. It's a long, long story."
She sat, leaning against the railing as he sat beside her on another crate. "It all started many, many years ago, when I was but a lad. Barny was only a few years older'n me…maybe five or six. We never kept track ye see…
"But 'e always 'ad that glint in 'is eye whenever somefin' shiny would cross 'is path, whether it be a woman or gold." He shook his head amusedly.
"Well, when meh folks died, Barny kept me in 'is care. We were the best 'o brothers in all senses o' the word. We were best friends and took care o' each other all the time. We 'ad to…in that day an' age, a strong lad was just wot a trade ship needed." Elizabeth nodded knowingly. She remembered stories her father would tell her of the trade ships and their crews. They'd pick a boy up without warning and raise him on the ship, without notifying anyone. No one ever suspected anything.
"So, Barny decided ter sail when we got old enough. Tol' me I could be 'is first mate. So that wos wot we did. Cap'n Barnacle Barley an' 'is first mate, Lambry." He grinned, staring at the deck reminiscently.
"We got some bloodthirsty cads from Tortuga…"
"That's where they all come from, isn't it?" Elizabeth asked wryly.
Lambry laughed. "Of course, where else would people o' tha' kind sprout from?" Elizabeth giggled.
"An' we sailed as pirates. We went through years and years o' piratin' ships, merchant and trade an' the likes, even other pirates. A scary bunch o' freebooters, we were! An' rich too!" He paused, a melancholy mood overtaking his light features.
"Then Barny found out about the Aztec gold…he 'eard there was enough ter feed England's whole population fer years and years jus' in tha' one chest. So, of course, we went off ter find it. Once we did, each one o' us became cursed. There was one element o' the curse. We felt nothin'…absolutely nothin'…not the trinkle of rum down yer throat, not the ultimate taste of food in your mouth, not the pleasure of a woman's body...Oh pardon me, Miss Swann…I din't mean ter…you know."
Elizabeth shook her head, laughing. "Of course not, of course not! I spent enough time on this ship to not even flinch at things like…" she paused and looked over to the left, where Cotton hit one of Barley's crewmates in the jaw and sent him staggering. The pirate stood up, wiped the blood with his finger and looked at it, before both men started dancing again.
"…like that." She said nonchalantly.
"Aye, it's the pirate hello!" Lambry burst, laughing and slapping his knee. "A lively bunch ain't it?" He asked, leaning back with her.
"That it is," she chuckled.
"So anyways, Miss Swann…"
"Elizabeth…please call me Elizabeth, Mr. Lambry." He nodded, smiling. "Elizabeth… the curse on the chest spoke o' one thing tha' could break our everlastin' misery. An' that wos if Bootstrap Bill Turner's blood were spilled in the Dead Sea, where the curse originated."
"Why Bootstrap Bill?" Elizabeth asked, uncertainly.
"Now tha's the 'ard part o' meh story…the legend goes back…much farther than the comprehension of yer friend Jack Sparrow o'er there, and even farther than the comprehension o' Bootstrap Bill Turner himself." He paused, the dramatic effect taking its toll on Elizabeth.
A late descendant of your William—a very late descendant, shall we say—was one of the first white men to intrude upon the lands of the natives surroundin' the Dead Sea. He an' his mates, all possessin' some major weaponry for the time m'sure, killed off a particular tribe that lived off the scarce life that inhabited the Dead Sea." He stopped as the rum bottle, nearly empty, passed onto him. Lambry took a large swig and passed it on to Elizabeth who kept passing, making a face at the vile drink.
He rolled his eyes and chuckled before continuing.
"Only one o' the tribe tha' survived cursed the tribe's treasure. He was the medicine man o' the tribe and sent their prized gold with 'is remainin' friends from other tribes to the Caribbean, where the gold was ultimately laid to rest."
"But why not curse William's descendant himself, rather than the treasure?" Elizabeth asked, curiously.
"Because there was no certain way for 'im ter suffer if 'e jus' died…so they cursed his family fer all time. Those who found the treasure would be cursed fer eternity until a Turner wos killed. Many men looked for the gold, not believing any of its stories, but none found it. None until Captain Barnacle Barley an' his crew."
Elizabeth shook her head numbly, absorbing all of the information. "So the medicine man from the Dead Sea tribe meant for people from each generation to find the gold and kill a Turner descendant…thus cursing each Turner in every generation to a painful death in the Dead Sea…joining the bodies of those the first Turner killed…the tribesmen."
Lambry nodded, proud that she'd understood it all. "That's it exactly. What Barny realized was tha' the curse had another side to it. The only other way to break the curse wos ter kill the leader of those cursed as a result of 'is own blood. Tha' wos me. I wos the only one who could have killed him," Lambry reasoned, looking down.
"I really am sorry, Mr. Lambry. If you think about it, it's Will's long lost descendant's fault, and he didn't even have to go through the curse."
Lambry grinned with one side of his face. "Yes, but 'is family…your young man to be exact…suffered." Elizabeth nodded with wide eyes. "And his future wife…" she muttered, a jolt going through her still at the thought of being William Jonathan Turner's wife.
As if he had heard her thoughts, Will nearly stumbled through the crowd of celebrating pirates and stopped in front of Elizabeth and her newly made friend. He knelt down and grinned. "They're having a time of it, aren't they?" He asked, laughing at the men behind him and tapping his fingers on his knee jovially to the beat of the fiddle.
Elizabeth and Lambry joined in on the laughter as Elizabeth held out a hand for her fiancé to help her up with. He stood and took her hand, before looking out to the sea.
William Turner's eyes opened wide as he yelled, "LOOKOUT!" and dove to the ground, covering a squealing Elizabeth with his body. A large boom sounded and a splash soon after right near their heads.
Jack sobered up instantly and yelled, "HIT THE DECK! MAN THE GUNS, YEH BUCCANEERS AN' FIGHT!" His face soon lost all its color though.
For at least three or four ships with British flags raised on their mast surrounded the Pearl. They had come unnoticed as the lookout in the crow's nest had come down to celebrate. They were cornered, with no way out.
"Raise the flag, Gibbs," Jack said soberly, watching as Gibbs nodded and raised the Black Pearl's rarely used white flag.
"Well hello again, Sparrow," a bombast voice yelled from the deck of one of the ships. Will stood to see who it was, horrified to see a certain Colonel Jackson peering at him with a smirk.
"And hello to you too, Turner. A pleasure to finally meet you."
(A/N:) Oh Wow, what can I say about this one? Absolutely nothing... that's why I am just skipping to the review thanks.
A Bit Closer Johnny: I must say, you are SO tight. And PLEASE don't die!
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Smithy: He is the handsomest pirate hunk ever! I AGREE! But let me say this...he's not dead right now. So WHEE!
rollinpeaches: Let's just say this, Emma. I love you. No if's and's or but's aboot it. I love you! And I'm glad I finally got to talk to you after a whole bloody FOREVER AND A DAY! Oh and two thumbs up to your Dead Sea info! WOO!
mz-turner: Hali...Hali...Hey Hali...Hali, I am forever your monkey. Just telling you so that you know. I am monkeyage and a half. Oh, and remind me to tell you about someone named Mythrie...you'll love the story. It's QUITE hilarious! HA! Remind me, seriously. I'm serious. No, really. Remind me. Say Mythrie and ape. Ok, bye! Oh yeah, I love you! (grin) I'm so random. HA!
Lord-of-the-Ruler: Awwww shucks. You're so nice. (shuffles feet) I shall update as soon as possible! Thanks for the review!
Johnny'shumiliatedgrape: I worked REALLY hard on that eyes connected bit. I wanted you guys to see that they actually thought they'd never see each other alive again. Will thought he was to die, Elizabeth thought Will was to die and they wanted to tell each other of their love. And yadda yadda. But thankies for that! I'm glad you got chills! And your cackle still kicks arse. NYAHAHAHAAH!
JohnnysDoll84: You have taught your grasshopper well, Chrissie-san. Grasshopper is not as good as Chrissie-san, but grasshopper is learning, yes. (bow) Wax on, wax off.
melleh1: I love how excited you get! HAHAHA! I LOVE IT! Don't kick my butt! CRIKEY! (covers butt with trashcan lid)
Things-One-and-Two: (giggles with you) Hehehehe...I hope you like this one MJ...you are SO cool! Thanks for sticking with me! Home fry, you deserve snaps!
Kelsey Estel: OMG! SERIOUSLY, THE ADVICE! I SO didn't even catch that when I wrote it! It looks like a soap opera. "Why did you do it Philip?" "Why, Anita? Because...because I love you!" Me: "NO ANITA! HE'S LYING! YOU SUCKER! GO, RUN!" Anyways, I had an outburst...ignore that and accept my THANKYOU for all your wonderful advice.
K, folks. That's it for now. I'd love to THANK Araminta AGAIN! Ashley, I love you times SEVEN and THREE QUARTERS! Ashley is the one that pointed out that I wrote Barnacle Barley took a deep breath of hair...O.o...oh the mistakes we overlook. HEHE!
Anywho, everyone! I shall prevail in my SAT's with at least a 2000! I SHALL! SO I MUST STUDY NOW! Actually, as it's midnight, I shall sleep...but then I shall STUDY! AND PREVAIL! DUN DUN DUUUUN!
I think I'm delirious...O.o
-williz