Summary: The movie was never made. But, in the past, it all really did happen. A Medallion's missing and in the future, a young woman holds it as a family heirloom. Much to her suprise -and dismay-, she is transported back in time and must face danger and adventure that she never would have imagined experiencing. Self-insertion fic.
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters.
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Pirate Gyrl: my first reviewer! ^_^ yay! Your words are kind, ^_^ thanks for reading! I hope you continue and give me pointers. I'm happy its not a Mary-Sue... so far ^^;
Disclaimer: Like I said before: Disney owns Pirates of the Caribbean. I may have seen it 6 times and have two versions of the script but I still don't own it XD
Authors Note: Although this fic takes on the path of the movie, there are some changes- I have what I think is an early draft of the script and I'll be using ideas from it, or scenes that were cut from the film. I don't know which of the two it is but, I really like alot of the scenes and so they will be adapted into this, Savvy?
Chapter Two: Been Without ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When she woke up, she found herself laying on her side on the floor of a strange room. Her face pressed against the wood, she opened her eyes and looked around. From her low point of view, she could see a desk across the room as well as shelves lining the walls: all covered in golden objects: candle holders, goblets and plates.
Jessica pushed herself up from the floor just a little, her messy hair falling around her shoulders and her pendant hanging heavily over her corset. The back of her head was aching as if another lamp fell off her shelf. But that wasn't possible: there were no lamps nearby. In fact, there were no lamps at all in that room. Rubbing her head, she sat up and looked around. There was hardly anything but gold and a few pieces of furniture in the room. Windows lined what she deemed was the back wall.
Trying to keep her head from feeling like it was about to explode, she reached up with her free hand and grasped the nearest piece of furniture and pulled herself into a stand. "I need asprin..." She muttered as she leaned against what she had helped herself up with. Closing her eyes, she roughly rubbed the back of her head, trying to push away the pain. They didn't hit my head, I didn't hit my head. Why the devil is it hurting so freakin' bad? She thought while scowling, her eyes still closed.
Jessica took a deep breath and then shivered. Opening her eyes and looking over, she noticed one of the windows was open. Narrowing her eyes, she walked over to it -tripping on the hem of her petticoat and cursing it quietly- and pressed her hands against the glass.
It took her a few moments, but the scene outside the glass made her heart skip a beat. Her eyes widened as her pupils contracted. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she swallowed.
There was nothing but fog covered water for miles.
She backed away, nearly tripping over a overturned gold vase on the floor. Stumbling to regain herself, Jessica reached behind her to find something to keep steady, but failed to locate anything. She fell down on her bottomside and stared up at the window, her mind screaming as she muttered, "What-the-Bloody Hell-is going on..." She clenched her teeth together and leaned forward just a bit, ignoring the pain of her corsets boning digging into her hips at such an odd angle.
Jessica took a deep breath. Rotting corpses -or skeletons should I say?-, waking up in what looks like a ship cabin and more than likely surrounded by phsyco's who seem to be obsessed with Pirates... Seem's like something from a movie, a book or heck, even a bloomin' RPG! Is this really... real? Or am I really just dreaming and I haven't reached the completely terrifying moment where I snap awake? She thought, trying to keep that train of thought as the rest of her mind raced by at over 100 miles per hour.
While she sat, thinking all of this over, the door to the cabin jerked open and a group flooded in. The tall lanky one and the short one stood infront. In the light, she could see them better: the tall one -who she would later come to know as Ragetti- had straw colored hair, mop-like and maybe even dirtier than a mop with a wooden eye spinning aimlessly around in his right eye socket. Jessica felt her stomach lurch. The short one -Pintel was his name- had a bald spot on the crown of his head and his longer hair was thinning as was his beard.
"The Captain would like I word with you." Pintil grinned, his decaying teeth visable to her: that site as well as Ragetti's wooden eye made Jessica even more sickened.
"Well, tell your Captain, I don't want a word with him." She snapped, feeling a little braver then she perhaps was in reality.
Ragetti snickered as he stooped a little behind the shorter man whilst he spoke "Ah, you see, missie, the Captain won't take no for an answer."
"Maybe he should."
"He won't." Pintel folded his arms over his chest.
Jessica pushed herself into a stand: she was as tall as Pintel. She leveled up to him, scrunching her nose in disgust as she neared him, but didn't back away. "I won't be going to see your Captain. I don't want to and I do believe I have something called free agency. I won't be seeing him of my own free will, so you and your cronies can just turn around and march your disgusting and vile carcuses out of here!" She spat out before turning around and walking away. She exhaled as she folded her arms over her stomach: it took alot for her to stand up to someone. But it did no good.
She cried out when she felt two hands grab both her arms. "Hey! Let go! Stupid...!" She shouted as she tried to get away, but then turned her around, nearly picking her up to take her out of the room. "Get your hands off me! I mean it! Let go!" She demanded: but her demands were left unheeded.
Pintel grinned as Ragetti gave a sort of childish laugh, "Ye said that you wasn't going to go of your own free will, so, we'll take you against yer own free will." His eye rolled around.
"Stupid..." Jess racked her brain for an insult, "...idiot!" It was lame, and she knew it, but it would suffice. For then. But her insult was met with a hard backhand by a rather large, and frightening black man: Bo'Sun. "Keep your mouth shut, woman! We don't take kindly to insults aboard this ship." He snapped at her.
When she felt the blow against her cheek, her head turned to the side by the force of it. Slowly, she moved her face back to look at the huge man; her mouth open in shock as she tried to press one hand against her cheek where the bruising was begining to swell up beneath the surface, but she was unable as her arms were held tightly. "You-son-of-a-" before she could finish, she was pushed forward and out the door, but she didn't give up.
"I'm not going! Let go!" She squirmed but as usual, there was no avail. She wasn't exactly weak, but, these men easily over powered her: she was only 18 and having a five-foot four-inches frame. Everyone around her, save for Pintel, seemed to tower over her.
"She's firey, that one is..." Pintel commented as he raised his eyebrows and watched the two men struggle to keep her from knocking them into the hallways walls with her squirming: she kicked her legs out to the front and tried to shift her weight to her backside, giving cries of protest all the way out to the deck.
****** Outside, Jessica's restrictors ended up picking her up and carrying her up the steps to where the steering wheel of the ship was. The man she figured to be the Captain -the very same man with the large feathered hat who was at her house- stood beside the wheel while the navigator held fast to the wheel.
Once close, they released her and pushed her down to the wooden planks of the deck. She hit them palms first and winced as the softness of her hands hit the rough wood.
The Captain gave the two men a glare and nodded before they pulled her up by her arms, standing her infront of the rather frightening man.
"I trust your escort up here wasn't too disobliging." He chuckled as he looked at the state of her hair and the swelling of her right cheek.
"What the hell do you want with me?!" She demanded, shifting to a defensive and defiant stance.
He only laughed again -it was really starting to get on her nerves, was that all he did? Was she really that funny?-, "I assumed we'd gone over this one already. What do ye think we want with ye?" He asked her, folding his arms over his chest and looking down at her.
"I'm know when it comes to this," Jessica hissed and held up the pendant, "But why didn't you just take it instead of me with it?" She inquired tumultuously.
"Because lass, we can't have one without the other. Just won't work that way." He informed her.
"Oh, so its like a package deal?" She frowned, her voice echoing with contempt; dropping the pendant, she let it hang on its chain before propping her hands on her hips. She looked the man over and supressed a shiver. In the light, when she could actually see him clearly, and not in his deteriorated form, he was definately not the type one wanted to meet in a dark alley.
"I suppose ye could say that." He tilted his head slightly, smirking. The two stared at eachother for a moment, contemplating what to say next as the crew all exchanged glances while those in the back pointed and murmured among themselves about the fiery woman exchanging dialogue with the Captain.
"Do ye have a name?" He asked suddenly.
Jessica swallowed and lifted her chin up, "Why's my name so important?" She questioned.
He rolled his eyes, "Give us the name, lass."
"No."
"And why are ye refusin'?"
"Because I don't want to tell you." She hissed.
Laughing darkly, he nodded to the large black man and shifted his weight. Before she knew what was happening, Jessica was hoiste into the air and carried her, "Put me down!" She shouted at him as she slapped him repeatedly with her hands. But he didn't put her down: he carried her form down the steps and then moved to the side of the boat where the plank was usally extended. He held her over the side and waited for the Captain to follow.
"Cap'n Barbossa!" Pintel cried out once he realized what was about to happen. His almost dead eyes filling up with the fear of losing something so precious: that gold coin around her neck.
"Now, I hope you can swim, missie." Barbossa, the Captain grinned evily as he stood beside the black man, watching as he grabbed her wrists and nearly threw her off the boat.
Jessica's eyes widened as she was lowered over the side. She looked down at the dark water below and her heart jumped before it started beating rapidly. Her breathing quickened as she let out a whimper. Her bravery going out the window. Maybe standing up wasn't exactly the best idea. She wrapped her fingers around the black mans wrists as best she could and tried not to look down.
Being hung over the side of a boat wasn't exactly the best thing in the world: especially when the idea of setting just one foot into the ocean sent shivers up the spine. She wasn't the best swimmer either. And in that dress, she might as well just not bother. If she was dropped.
"Will ye give us yer name now?" Barbossa questioned, his arms still folded over his chest as he gave a satisfied smirk.
Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her eyes dropped down to the choppy water as it moved past slowly. She closed her mouth and swallowed. The color started to drain from her face as she bit her lip and adjusted her fingers around the mans wrists more.
"Well?"
"I'll tell you!" She finally cried out, her voice shaking, "But only if you put me back on deck." She requested, still looking down at the water.
Barbossa grinned and then nodded to Bo'Sun who pulled her back over the railing and dropped her down.
"Now, lets have it."
Jessica took a deep breath and stood up, "Jessica Jeffrey."
"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Jeffrey." Barbossa grinned before putting his arm behind her, "Now, we have some things to talk about, now don't we?" He spoke as he used his other hand to push her toward the Captain's cabin below deck. A feeling of dread building up inside of her.
****** The Captain's cabin was nicer than the room she had been in. On the long table by the windows, a bowl of apples was the center piece. Barbossa invited her to sit down at the end of the table while he pulled a chair to her side. "Apple?" He offered, motioning with his right hand toward the bowl.
Jessica swallowed and shook her head, all defiance and fire now gone from her: all that was left was a frightened young woman. "No, thank you." She murmured, holding her hands together tightly in her lap while avoiding his cold lifeless gaze.
Barbossa leaned back and watched her, examining her: she wasn't as thin as most woman were in that day, her build was the same as a maid would have been, but the way she dressed led him to believe a maid she was not. Her hair was a dark brown and when it caught the light just right, it showed red. At the present moment, it was done in tousled curls that looked like they were trying to fall flat. Her arms, cheeks and nose were freckled lightly and her green eyes were dreary.
Tilting his head to the side, he leaned forward and reached out to take the pendant into his hands, not bothering to take it off of her. "Tell me, Miss Jeffrey. Would ye happen to know what this is?" He asked her, staring intently at the skull on the face of it.
Jessica shook her head, "No." She replied simply.
"Aye, figured so..." He let it slip from his fingertips and then pushed himself into a stand, turning his back to her. When he faced her once more, he was holding a polished wooden box. He set it down on the table and took a key from his vest before inserting it into the lock and turning the key. "It's time ye know, what exactly that bit of shine is ye own." Barbossa told her as he opened the box. Inside, layed neatly atop one another were charts, a sextant, a few pieces of gold, but he lifted those up and took out what looked like tree bark inscribed with Mayan glyphs. He carefully set them down infront of her and placed a hand on the table beside them while resting the other on the back of her chair.
"That trinket," He nodded to the chain around her neck, "Is treasure from the Isle de Muerta. Aztec gold. One of eight hundred and eighty two, each identicle. It was taken from the stone chest that had once been delivered to Cortes as blood money. Paid to him to him by a High Priest. Paid to him to spare the lives of the people. But, being Cortes, greedy and bloodthirsty, he did not spare the lives." He lifted his head, but ket his eyes on her as she stared down a the codex, listening intently. "Would've made a great Pirate, he would..." He paused for a few moments and then went on.
"So, the Heathen Gods placed on the gold, a terrible curse. If any mortal, compelled by greed removes but one piece of gold from that stone chest, he would be damned, forever." He straighted up and kept his hand on the back of her chair while pressing only his fingertips against the table.
Silence filled the cabin: Jessica was the one who broke it. "You and your crew found it." She spoke in almost a whisper, her eyes still fixed upon the Mayan codex. "And now your cursed." Swallowing, she sought the pendant with her fingers and gently caressed the gold, "Why am I here?" She asked then.
Barbossa smiled, "Ah, I was wonderin' when ye would be askin' that." He leaned beside her more and leveled his face with her own. "That pendant is one of the two remaining that we are needin'."
"I don't understand..." Jessica had a thought, "To find all the coins, why did you have to come to my time to get me?" She looked over at him, shivering slightly as she met his lifeless blue eyes. "Shouldn't they all be here? In this past..." She swallowed. She had begun to figure out that somehow, someway, they had come from the past to kidnap her. How, she didn't know. Yet.
"Yeh see, Miss Jeffrey," Barbossa stood up and walked around the table where his Monkey -Jack- was perched. "'Twas easier to come and get you: we couldn't locate the other coin in this time. So now that ye are here, we'll find the last piece of gold, return to Isla de Muerta and consumate the ritual, using you, your coin and the last and then, me crew and I'll be free to enjoy what we've been without." A sick smile grew on his lips.
"What do you mean... been without?" Jessica tried to supress the shiver that yearned to slink up her spine.
Barbossa walked back around the table, leaning close to her again and brushing his fingertips along her jawline -setting that shiver she tried to supress free-, "Ye've seen our true form, in the moonlight." He spoke in a low voice, "We cannot feel. We cannot taste. Pleasure, nor pain do we feel. 'Tis not natural to be without feeling, Miss Jeffrey. Neither can we die. We live on, our curse binding us into the unnatral prison without feeling of any sort." His eyes turned sad, but the smile remained, "For too long I've had to go on starving, thirsting. Without the warmth of a woman's flesh..." His eyes lowered, pausing on her bust before lowering down to the coin and picking it up, brushing his thumb over the face of it.
Jessica swallowed and pulled back a little, her hands gripping the seat of her chair.
"And now, ye know, why we need yeh. You, Miss Jeffrey, are going to help us lift this curse of ours. But until then, don't fret, there'll be no rogering. 'Til later." Barbossa smiled wickedly before releasing the coin.
She looked up at him suddenly with a horrified expression, her heart beating rapidly.
"There'll be no rogering. 'Til later." his words echoed through her mind..
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Wow x.x; I got another chapter done in one day XD took me about, 2-3 hours but I did it! XD Just for the record, this fic is going to mainly focus on three characters: Elizabeth, Jessica (woo x.x; me) and Barbossa. Jack and Will are going to be in this, but they don't have too big of parts. Besides, Jack has a huge role in my other fan fic x.x; A huge one. Plus, I kinda have this weird fascination with Barbossa and I feel a little bad for him... is it really so wrong to want to feel and be human? XD Just my thought. Read and review if you wish. If possible, could I atleast get 5 reviews on this chappie? ^^;;; I'm sad, I know... You don't have to like it, just be kind in review, :) Encouragement and constructive critisim helps!
A/N: Jessica is my real name, but Jeffrey isn't my last, its my mothers maiden name.
For "rogering", its one of the possible reasons the Pirate flag is called the Jolly Roger. We all know Pirates were known for they're brutal treatment of women... well, they used to do such a thing as "rogering at the rail" and back then, "roger" was a term used, well, pretty much for sexual intercourse, of a rough nature. So, Pirates would "roger at the rail" and then toss them overboard to fend for themselves. Lovely eh? x.x;