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
Reviews: Jack-Sparrow-Lover: Thank you for kind words! And that "Sexy Sparrow" (oh he really is Sexy! Its hard to not make him a big character in this XD) will make an appearance, :) Actually! He makes a minor one in this next chapter, :) I'm glad that you like this, ^^
aniron1: Thanks so much! ^^ Jack's minor entrance is in this (3) chapter and maybe in Chapter 4 he'll make a much more grand entrance, :) I'll keep writing! ^^
Sailenne de Lioncourt: Thank you so much! I'm really glad its recieved good feedback as of this moment, ^_^ I'll try and keep the chapters good, ^^ and as for Mary-Sue-ing, ^^ Jessica will not end up pairing up with any of the characters, ^^ The only romance will be between Will and Elizabeth, ^^ thanks again for reviewing!
Pirate Gyrl: Thank you so much for luving it! ^_^ *feels all special* And I'm not alone! I cried when Barbossa died the last few times I saw the movie! And when I listen to "Underwater March" it get teary eyed too! I'll try and update much more frequently since I don't have my costume to work on all the time, ^^ though it won't be that frequent, I just got a job too x.x;
Disclaimer: Disney owns it. Lucky them, aye?
Chapter Three: Elizabeth Swann, or Miss Turner is it? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jessica was returned to her cabin in a state of shock. After the door was locked, she fell to her knees: her chest tightened and it became hard to breath, but her corset wasn't the culprit this time. It was still loosned in the front.
There she was, somehow transported into the past and the threat of being brutally ravaged hanging over her head. All she could wonder was, what did she do to deserve this? Should she have put that coin in a safe like her mom suggested instead of parading it around so proudly everywhere? Thing's might've been different if she had taken her moms advice. Maybe she wouldn't be there. Maybe she would still be home, sleeping soundly in her bed and dreaming sweet dreams. But that wasn't how it was going. She was on a ship, filled with blood thirsty -and sexually starved- Pirates. Undead Pirates. And she was going to aid them in regaining they're humanity, weither she wanted to or not. No choice.
Jess began to rock back in forth on her knees, her arms wrapped around herself as she closed her eyes. She wanted to freak out, but, what good would it have done? No one would help her. Not one. And she really didn't want to do anything that would bring her attention. Avoiding any contact with the brigands was good for her. So, she kept quiet: keeping her "freaking out" to a minimum.
The conversation she had with Barbossa started to replay in her mind. Her eyes tightened and her teeth clenched behind her tightly pressed lips. She shook her head violently, trying to get the echoing last words out of her mind.
While she sitting, she lost track of time and before she realized it, she was staring at the moonlit floor before her. Swallowing, Jessica stood up and walked over to the windows, outside them to her right, she could see the dim lighting of a town. With eyes narrowed, she pressed her hands against the glass, almost pressing the tip of her nose too. "Where?"
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"'Ere you are, Miss Elizabeth."
"Oh, thank you, Estrella." Elizabeth Swann smiled as she pulled her feet up a little to keep from being burned by the bedwarmer and opened her book.
Estrella smiled kindly before fixing the covers of the bed, "You've had a trying day today, Miss." She commented.
"Yes," Elizabeth smiled slyly, "I expected the Commodore would propose but, I must admit, I wasn't entirely prepared for it." She laughed a little.
"Oh, I mean't you being threatened by that Pirate. Must've been terrifying!"
"Oh...right, of course. Yes, yes it was." Elizabeth turned the page.
"But the Commodore proposed? He's a fine man, and its a smart match, if I'm not to bold as to say." Estrella raised her eyebrows as she tugged down the corner of the bed.
"Yes... it is a smart match." Elizabeth bit her lip, "He's what any woman should dream of marrying." In truth, Elizabeth wasn't too fond of the idea of marrying Norrington: her affections were placed elsewere, but, he most likely didn't know, and would never. Station was always an issue when it came to marraige. With a soft sigh, she looked back down at the words on the page.
"Well... that Mr. Turner, he's a fine man too." Estrella said gingerly.
Elizabeth looked up suddenly, shock behind her brown eyes. "That is too bold."
Estrella became a little flustered, "Beggin' your pardon, Miss. It's not my place to say such things." She curtsied and then smoothed the covers out once more before turning and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself.
Alone, Elizabeth gave another sigh while chewing on her lip. Secretly, she "fancied" as someone would say, Will Turner. Ever since they met, that fateful day on the crossing from England...
"...We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up-" The soft singing was stopped as a large hand clamped down on the young womans shoulder, causing her to gasp.
"Quiet, missie! Cursed Pirates sail these waters! You don't want to bring them down on us, do yeh?" He whispered loudly. Her eyes widened.
"Mr. Gibbs! That will do." A younger Norrington stepped forward: he was dashingly handsome with an air of sterness about him. Purely Royal Navy to the core.
"She was singin' 'bout Pirates! Bad luck to be singin' 'bout Pirates with us bein' mired in this unnatural fog," Gibbs nodded, "Mark my words."
"Consider them marked," Norrington smirked, "On your way." He looked over his shoulder. "'Aye, Lieutenant..." Gibbs stalked away, as he did, he snuck a swig from his flask just before muttering, "Bad luck to have women on board... even a mini'ture one.."
The young Elizabeth rested her hands together infront and gave a look over to Mr. Gibbs before looking up at Norrington, smiling sweetly, "I think it would be rather exciting to meet a Pirate!" She exclaimed.
Norrington smiled stiffly, "Think again, Miss Swann." He clasped his hands together behind his back and stepped toward the bow, looking out over the fog ridden waters, "Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag, or wears a pirates brand, gets what he deserves." He said before looking down at her and smiling darkly, "A short drop and a sudden stop."
Elizabeth laced her eyebrows together, not quite understanding. But she turned her head as Mr. Gibbs caught her attention and he mimed a hanging. With a shocked gasp, she looked back up at Norrington: she looked as if she were to say something, but then her father, Governor Weatherby Swann stepped up. "Lieutenant Norrington, I appriciate your fervor. But I'm afraid of the effect this subject will have upon my daughter." He smiled weakly.
"My apologies, Governor." Norrington nodded.
"Actually, I find it all fascinating!" Elizabeth spoke enthusiasticly.
"Yes, thats what concerns me." Governor Swann said with a raised eyebrow. "Elizabeth, dear. We will be arriving in Port Royal very soon, where we are to begin our new lives. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we comport ourselves as befits our class and station?"
"Yes, father." Elizabeth nodded as she sighed softly. She turned away, chastised, and looked out over the bow. Not noticing Norrington and her father move away. With another sigh, she bit her lip and then noticed something in the water: A floating parasol. Smiling faintly, she leaned over the rail a little and looked down at it as it spun daintly in the waters before bumping lightly against the bow.
But then something else caught her eye. A piece of a ships deck with the strangest thing laying on it. It took her a moment, but when she realized what it was, she pushed away from the railing and cried out, "A boy! Look! There's a boy in the water!"
"Man overboard!"
Elizabeth was drawn back into the present and sighed heavily. Just the previous night, she had a dream about that day, and she told Will of it, but, her father had scolded her lightly by saying it wasn't entirely appropriate.
She reached up and played with the pendant around her neck: the medallion she had taken from Will the day they met. She took it out of fear. She thought he was a Pirate and it was a Pirate's medallion. So, she took it and hid it. She never told him about it, or anyone else.
While toying with it, the flicker of her lamps flame drew her attention. Elizabeth sat up from leaning against her pillows and put down her book before throwing off her covers and slipping her feet into her slippers. She walked over to the lamp and tried to turn it up, but the light flickered again before going out, throwing her room into pitch black darkness.
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Jessica paced the floor of the cabin. Talking to herself and using her hands. They had stopped at what seemed like a town: a port town. The reason? She could only guess. She remembered the conversation with Barbossa again: there was still a coin missing. Maybe the coin was located in this place? That was her best guess.
Swallowing, she bit her lip and continued to pace. But then she stopped and walked over to the window. She fingered alot the edges and swore mentally. There were no latches that she could find. Pushing away from the window, Jessica reached up and fondled the coin on its chain. She bit her lip and then heard loud voices coming from the other side of the door. Cautiously, she tiptoed over -muttering as her stockings were caught by splinters- and leaned against the door: pressing her ear to it.
She could hear indistinct voices shouting: they sounded excited. Narrowing her eyes, she strained her ears to see what else she could hear. But she could still only hear muffled voices.
Then suddenly, something scared her out of her wits and caused her to drop to her stomach with an outcry, hands over her head: a loud explosion sounded from the deck. Cannon fire. But she didn't know that. At first.
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"I know those guns!" A man in a prison cell exclaimed before jumping up and pushing his hat up from covering his deep, chocolate colored eyes rimmed in black. He stood up on the stone bench lining the wall and peered out the window. A dark smile curled up on his lips as a few golden teeth caught the flicker of the burning candle, "...Its the Pearl."
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The cannon fire continued: Jessica could now hear distant shouts coming from the shore. The yelling from the decks seemed to have dissapeared, leaving it quiet except for the occasional cannon fire. She paced the floor, almost going mad as she had no idea what was going on outside.
Finally, she walked over to the door and grabbed the knob. She turned it. It was locked.
"Damn..." She muttered before walking back over to the window, peering out to see if she could fathom what was happening outside.
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From the darkness of her room, Elizabeth heard shouts coming from ouside, she pulled open her windows and peered down. Approaching the Governor's estate was a group of rather unsavory looking men. With a gasp she turned and hurried back inside, heading for the stairs: halfway down, she held onto the railing and cried out, "Don't!" But she was too late: the butler reached the door and opened it.
"'ello, chum!" A sickening voice greeted before a flintlock pistol fired. Elizabeth watched as the butler fell back lifeless, she cried out and then hurried up the stairs.
"Up there!" She heard one of the men cry out.
Elizabeth's heart raced as she shut her bedroom door and locked it. She leaned against it for a moment before someone grabbed her arm, giving a startled cry she turned and saw Estrella: "Miss Elizabeth! They've come to kidnap you! Your the Governor's daughter... you would be very valuable to them..." She whispered.
Elizabeth's mouth dropped and then she grabbed Estrella's shoulders, "They haven't seen you yet; the first chance you get, run to the fort!" She cried out as someone slammed into the door. She pushed Estrella into a corner and then hurried out of the sitting room to her bedroom just as the door gave in: Pintel and Ragetti hurried inside and after her.
At the frame of the door, he's stopped suddenly by a bedwarmer to the face. His eyes cross before he stumbles back. Ragetti stepped forward just as Elizabeth swung at him, but he caught it and lifted it high. With a wicked smile, he barked at her while his eye lolled around in his socket.
She swallowed and then slipped her finger through a loop and pulled down: the bed warmer opened and the hot coals spilled all over the grimy pirate. "It's hot! Its on me!" He cried out, trying to brush himself off.
While he was occupied, Elizabeth made a break for it: she ran down the steps, Pintel and Ragetti now hot on her tail. Ragetti jumped over the railing and landed infront of her, startling her until all three of they're attention was turned to a Pirate carrying loot. A canon ball suddenly blasted through the door and hit him square in the stomach, sending him through a pair of doors.
Above them, a chandelier jolted, they all looked up and Elizabeth suddenly ran, narrowly missing it as it fell to the floor. She ran into the dining room and shut the doors: locking it with a candle holder before rushing to the fireplace. Above it two swords were crossed in decoration, mounted on a wooden plaque. She reached up and grabbed one of the hilts, looking over her shoulder as she did, but fell back with the entire decoration came down with it. She jerked on it, but it didn't come free. Cursing silently, she looked around and heard the door buckle.
Finally, the door broke and the two pirates entered. Ragetti spotted an open window but Pintel stopped him and slowly circled. "We know your 'ere, Poppet..." He narrowed his eyes as he searched the room, "Come out and we promise we won't hurt you..."
Ragetti gave Pintel a look, then figured it out. He pointed a finger while grinning figuring out that he was lying. "Come here, poppet... You've got something of ours and it calls to us...You've got the last of it..."
"Poppet..." Ragetti echoed, snickering.
"The gold... calls to us..."
In her hiding place, Elizabeth breathed in deeply then pulled the necklace from her neck, she held it up and looking at it in the narrow strip of light slipping between the crack of the two doors. Brushing her thumb over it, she didn't notice as the light vanished.
"'Ello, Poppet." She looked up and saw one of the Pirates through the crack. Before he could do anything, the doors were jerked open and a pistol and cutlass were trained on her, "Parley!"
Pintel couldn't believe his ears, "W-what?" He demanded, dumbfounded almost. He lowered the cutlass just a little.
"Parley! I invoke the right of Parley!"
Ragetti looked at Pintel, slightly lost.
"According to the code of the brethren, set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew, you have to take me to your Captain!"
"I know the code." Pintel glared at her.
"If an adversary demands parley, you can do no harm unto them until the parley is complete." Elizabeth informed him.
"To blaizes with the code!" Ragetti yelled, holding up his own cutlass to a frightened, but defiant Elizabeth.
"She wants to go to the Captain!" Pintel shoved Ragetti's blade down, "And she'll go without a fuss," He gave her a warning look before smiling smugly, "We must honor the code."
"Maybe she'll be less trouble than the other one, aye?" Ragetti asked as he gave a dissapointed look.
The other one? Elizabeth thought as her arm was roughly grabbed.
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Elizabeth was ushered quickly from the estate toward the docks. Fighting and raiding going on around her as canonballs slammed into nearby buildings. She looked over her shoulder a moment, her auburn hair flying around her. Her eyes widened as she spotted someone, "Will!" She exclaimed quietly, but was pushed into a longboat, missing the young man as he was hit on the back of his head with a golde vase, sending him into unconciousness.
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Amid the thunder of the canon fire, the longboat in which Elizabeth was pushed into, cut through the fog, Pintil sitting at her side with a strange look on his face. Colums of water from canon balls geysered up around the boat, causing Elizabeth to jump a little at each explosion of water.
The fog parted before them and a grand ship came into view: the Black Pearl. A tall galleon with black sails looming from its high masts. At the bow, an ornately carved figure of a beautiful woman outstretching her hand with a bird taking flight from it. Elizabeth looked at the sight as a shiver tried to slink up her spine, but she supressed it.
The boat made for the lines hanging from the wench that would hoist them up to the deck.
It took only minutes before they were raised: the deck of the ship was laden with thick smoke and it was dimly lit by lanterns. In the sky, the moon was hidden by the heavy fog.
Elizabeth looked over the rail and swallowed. As the Pirates started to scamper out, a rather polite man from deck outstretched his hand and she took it. He helped her aboard and then stepped back. She pulled the front of her dressing gown closed over her nightshift and looked around at the faces of all the pirates on deck, her eyes moving over each one individually.
"I didn't know we was takin' on captives." A tall, frightening black man stepped forward. His voice deep and menacing.
"She's invoked the right of Parley... with Captain Barbossa." Pintel informed him.
"I'm here to -" She was cut off as the large black man back handed her.
"You will not speak until spoken to!" He shouted.
A silhouetted figure with a large hat grabbed Bo'Sun's wrist: "And ye shall not lay a hand on those under the protection of Parley." He informed him before the smoke cleared and Barbossa was revealed to Elizabeth, who swallowed uneasily.
"Aye, sir." Bo'Sun jerked his wrist away from the captains painful grip and stepped back.
"My apologies, Miss." Barbossa bowed his head slightly to the beautiful young woman. "Now, as ye were sayin', before ye rude interruption?" He questioned.
"Captain Barbossa," Elizabeth lifted her chin up, "I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal." She informed him.
Barbossa looked at her, both impressed and amused, "There's alot of long words in there, Missie. We're naught but humble Pirates!" he chuckled, "What is it ye want?"
Elizabeth breathed in, "I want you to leave. And never come back."
This roused laughter from Barbossa and the crew, "I'm afraid I am disenclined to aquiesece to your request." He grinned at the lost look on her face, so he then added, helpfully, "Mean's no."
Elizabeth set her jaw and then took the necklace into her left hand, "Very well." She spoke while heading to the rail. She let it dangle a little over the water, the coin in plain view, "I'll drop it."
The crew went silent, staring at the coin anxiously while Barbossa only laughed, "Me holds are burstin with swag, that bit of shine matters to me?" He asked, then stopped laughing and stared at her, "Why?"
Elizabeth laced her eyebrows together, "It's what you've been searching for... You've been searching for it for years!" She shot a look at Pintel before looking back at the Captain, "I saw this ship eight years ago on the crossing from England, I recognize this ship!"
"Did ye, now." Barbossa raised an eyebrow, interested.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. This was getting her nowhere. "Well, I suppose if it is worthless, theres no point in me keeping it." She said absently as she let the chain slip down.
"No!" Barbossa cried out as the entire crew gasped. Elizabeth held the chain tightly in her hand, smiling triumphantly. "Oh... I see." She murmured, still smiling.
Barbossa chuckled as he stepped forward a little, "Ye have a name, missie?"
"Elizabeth -" She paused, embroidering in her mind, "Turner. I'm a maid, in the Governor's household." She curtsied.
Barbossa's expression reacted to the name 'Turner'. He turned and looked at the crew, "Miss Turner..." Ragetti turned to Pintel and whispered, "Bootstrap..." They both nodded and then everyone turned they're attention to Elizabeth again.
"You've got sand. For a maid." He commented.
"Thank you, sir." Elizabeth curtsied, getting into the role.
"And how does a maid come upon a trinket such as that? Family heirloom, perhaps?"
"Of course..." Elizabeth then stopped, "I didn't steal it, if thats what you mean." She narrowed her eyes.
"No, no, nothing like that." Barbossa laughed darkly and then looked as if he had come to a decision. "Very well, you hand it over and we'll put your town to our rudder, an' ne'er return." He held his hand out for the pendant.
"Can I trust you?" Elizabeth asked skepticly.
"It's you who invoked Parley, Miss Turner! Believe me, Miss, you best hand that shine over, now... or these'll be the last friendly words you'll hear." Barbossa informed her.
Elizabeth hesitated, then swallowing, she dropped the necklace into his outstretched hand. He wrapped his fingers around it as if it were the last shred of hope and held it tightly before lifting it up and handing it to the monkey on his shoulder. The monkey took it and then jumped to one of the ropes hanging near his head.
Elizabeth watched uneasily before looking back at Barbossa, "Our bargain?" She questioned, but he only turned and nodded to Bo'Sun before heading to the helm.
"Still the guns and stow 'em! Signal the men, set the flags and make good to clear port!" Bo'Sun ordered.
For the first time since the start of the attack, the booming from the canon's ceased, but only after one last thunder from shore. Elizabeth looked around, surpised and relieved, but then realises Barbossa didn't respond to her inquiery. She hurried after him, "Wait! You have to take me to shore!" She cried out, "According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren -" She was cut off as Barbossa turned around suddenly, she stepped back.
"First! You're return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate's code to apply and you're not! And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner!" As he spoke, Pintel and Ragetti snuck up behind her and grabbed her roughly by her arms.
"Take her to the same cabin as the other." Barbossa ordered before turning and going up the stairs.
"Aye, Cap'n." Pintel grinned and then shoved Elizabeth to the side, toward the doors that led to where they're other captive was held.
Elizabeth struggled as she was led away, "Release me!" She cried out, but they did not, nor did they speak to her. Pintel unbolted the door and opened it before shoving her inside. "There you are, Missie, enjoy your stay wif us!" He laughed.
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Inside, Jessica let out a cry as someone ran into her. Both fell to the floor in a tangle of skirts and a dressing gown. "Get off me!" She shouted as she shoved at the culprit. Once the two were seperated, Jessica scooted across the floor, distancing herself from whoever it was. But, when she saw it was a girl, about her age, maybe a year or so older. She stopped. "Where did you come from?" She demanded with wide eyes.
Elizabeth pushed her hair out of her face and looked over at Jessica, realizing what Ragetti mean't about the 'other one'. She took a deep breath and looked her over. She looked like she was a woman of station, except for the fact her stomacher was missing. Her hair looked as if it had been previously curled, but had fallen flat. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows when she heard her speak: she had a strange accent. It was a few moments later, that she decided to answer her inquiery.
"They kidnapped me." Elizabeth responded.
"Oh, so we're in the same boat?" Jessica raised an eyebrow, and then shook her head at the unintended use of the word 'boat' since they were litteraly, on a boat, or ship, rather. She decided to say something else after that, "Why did they take you?"
"I had something they wanted... a medallion I...aquired." Elizabeth replied, standing up and brushing off her dressing gown. Jessica took on the same action and stood. "Same here."
"What do they want with them?" Elizabeth asked as she folded her arms self consciously over her stomach.
Jessica stayed quiet and played with the lace of her sleeve before shrugging. "Beats me." She lied.
The room was quiet for a moment before Elizabeth asked something that had been nagging her, "Who are you and where are you from?"
"Jessica. And I'm from America." She replied, then folded her arms over her chest, "Your turn."
"America?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and then cleared her throat, "I'm Elizabeth Tur- er, Swann. And I'm from Port Royal, Jamaica."
"Well, Elizabeth, looks like we're stuck together for the time being."
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Oi oi, I find this chapter somewhat weak x.x; I don't know why. There was a lot of movie scenes in this one and I don't really like the way it ends, but I can' think of anything else x.x; Sorry it took so long for me to update though...x.x; I'm finally finished with my costume!
You know the drill: read, review, be kind. You don't have to like it you know! No ones forcing you to!
This will not be a Mary Sue. The only romance will be between Elizabeth and Will. :)