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
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Nev1988: I think I read some of your story, its been awhile since I've actually been on FF.net so probably this weekend I'll start reading it again, ^^ thanks for the comments and yes, Hector Barbossa is an awesome character! I don't see why more people don't feel the way we sympathetic ones do;_; thanks for commenting! And I hope you like this chapter! ^^
Jupter's Light: This wasn't too soon, but here it is! ^_^
Pirate Gyrl: Lol, you did? I'm trying to capture him well enough, ^^ He's a bit comical in this one, but in my other fic, he'll be more serious >.>;; I'm terrible, XD sorry it took me so long to update, ^^;;; I've been rather lazy.
Softbrush: Of course I did! I love Grapple, and Trevor Goddard was a WONDERFUL actor. It's very unfortunate with what happened ;_; He may have a few extra parts in the future chapters of this one, but I'm more than certain he's going to have a bigger part in my other story, The Sirens Cry simply because, well, he was knocked off the boat, and he wasn't arrested...>.> so he's still out there... Lol, I'll keep up me writing, ^^ and thanks for reviewing again :D I love reviews! *claps*
Disclaimer: Nope x_x I don't own PotC
Chapter Nine: "Pea's in a pod, darling."--------------------------------------------------------------------
Jessica rolled onto her right side and groaned as she heard shouts coming from the beach. She rolled her eyes underneath her eyelids and opened one. She sat up after rubbing her eyes and turned around to see Jack and Elizabeth shouting at each other.
"Yes, the rum is gone!"
"But why is the rum gone?!
"One! Because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels, two!" She pointed to the black smoke that floated up from her fire, one that she was incredibly proud of as well, "That signal is over a thousand feet high, the entire Royal Navy is out looking for me: do you even think there is the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"You --! You burned up the island for a one-time chance at being spotted?!" Jack demanded.
"Exactly."
Jack gaped.
"Just you wait Captain Sparrow: give it an hour, maybe two and you will see white sails on that horizon!" She informed him before turning around and sitting down.
Jack lifted his hands to his mouth as his eyes widened. He took out his pistol, aimed it at her back, and then shoved it back in his belt before running off, arms flailing.
"What's that all about?" Jessica asked as she walked up to Elizabeth.
"I burned all the rum." She replied simply.
"Oh, good."
*****
Jack stalked over the sand dunes and muttered to himself, imitating Elizabeth, "Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack. Must've been terrible… well it bloody is now!" He growled, then looked up and spotted white sails harbored on the turquoise waters. The Dauntless. A long boat was already on its way toward the beach.
He cast a glance back at the fire, shook his head sadly and then looked back at the boat; "There'll be no living with her after this…"
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"Elizabeth, I'm relieved you're safe…" Norrington said as he helped Elizabeth on deck, then he turned to Jack, smiling smugly, "Clap him in irons," Gillette moved to do so, then added, "And behind his back this time."
"Commodore, I must protest!" Elizabeth spoke up.
"Oh, you're speaking up for him again?" Norrington tried to mask a small expression of hurt.
"He can locate the Isle de Muerta--- but I doubt he'll be willing to do so from the brig!"
Jack nodded, smiling slightly, "We had time to get to know each other."
Something in the way Jack said that statement made Norrington flare up and his face turn red, but he said nothing of what he thought Jack implied, "We are bound for Port Royal. Not Isle de Muerta."
"No! The Pirates have taken Will ---!"
"Elizabeth! Your father is frantic with worry. Our mission was to rescue you and return home, that is what we shall do. Mr. Turner's fate is regrettable, but so was his decision to engage in piracy."
"To rescue me! To prevent anything from happening to me!"
Just as Elizabeth finished, Governor Weatherby Swann stepped out of the cabin, "Elizabeth!" He rushed over and gave her a tight embrace, "I've been so worried."
"So the Commodore has said…" She murmured as he embraced her father.
Watching everything quietly, Jessica had wrapped herself up tightly in one of the supplied blankets; Jack noticed and then turned to Norrington, his hands clapped behind his back, "If I could say something," He didn't wait for approval, "Miss…err… well, what is your name, love?" He asked.
"…Jeffrey." She nodded when she replied, pulling the blanket even tighter around herself.
"Right, Miss Jeffrey needs some medical attention: she was shot by those bastard Pirates."
Governor Swann and Norrington looked at Jack disapprovingly of his language around the women and then Norrington walked over to Jessica, "Let's see it." He demanded.
Rolling her eyes, she dropped the blanket from her shoulder and showed off the crude bandage Jack had made. Norrington untied that and looked at it, he gave a slightly disgusted look, and then nodded, "Indeed. Gillette, take her down to the ships surgeon."
Gillette nodded and took her arm before leading her down below deck.
"What about Will?" Elizabeth demanded.
"…We must return to Port Royal." Norrington looked out toward sea.
"No! Father--!"
"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion," Jack stepped up, his hands still cuffed behind his back, "The Pearl was listing close to scuppers after the battle: its very unlikely she'll be able to make good time," he smiled faintly, "Think about it… the Black Pearl, the last real Pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up?"
"By reminding myself I that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, and not only myself." Norrington frowned.
"Commodore, I beseech you… please do this! For me… as a wedding gift." Elizabeth swallowed as she stepped up to him.
"Elizabeth," Governor Swann looked aghast, "Are you… accepting the Commodore's proposal?"
"…I am."
Jack looked between them, overlooking the tenseness in the air, then grinned, "A wedding! I love weddings… drinks all around!" He exclaimed, and then saw the glare Norrington was giving him. "…Right."
After a deep breath, Commodore Norrington licked his bottom lip, then clasped his hands behind his back, "Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with a bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase, 'Silent as the grave'. Do I make myself clear?" He handed the key to unlock his shackles to Murtogg.
"Inescapably clear…" Jack responded before being freed and led up to the helm.
Norrington watched as Sparrow was led away, and then Governor Swann stepped up, "Commodore, I must question the wisdom of this--"
"With all due respect, Governor. Mr. Turner is a subject of the British crown and therefore… under my protection."
"Rightly so…" Swann nodded, then lowered his voice, "Take care of her." He said before walking away.
Norrington smiled faintly, and then turned, "Elizabeth?" He offered his arm, and she hesitantly took it as they strolled.
"I'm concerned that your answer was… less than sincere."
"I would not give my word lightly."
"Yes, I understand. But is it so wrong that I would want it given unconditionally?"
"It is not a condition, but a request. Your word would not change mine…" She swallowed, "You are a fine man, James…" She smiled, almost forcefully.
"Well…very well…excellent…" He smiled and looked away, "You may, seclude yourself in my cabin. I'm afraid we do not have any ladies clothing aboard."
"Then I can wear men's clothing."
"That would be hardly proper." Norrington scoffed.
"Well, I'm not going to stay hidden in some cabin! So, I suppose it's going to be heaving bosoms and bare ankles all the way."
Norrington looked down at her, shocked and exasperated, but then he cracked a grin: this was exactly why he loved her. She returned the grin.
"Gillette," He turned to the lieutenant when he returned, "Take our guest below and find her some trousers and a shirt."
*****
Barbossa moved down the steps to the brig, and then stopped suddenly.
"What's it, Captain?" One of the pirates behind him asked.
"…And remained cursed."
"Stupid blighter."
"Good man."
"But as you can imagine, that didn't sit too well with the Captain."
"That didn't sit too well with the Captain at all, tell 'im what Barbossa did…" He heard Ragetti snicker.
"I'm tellin' the story!" Pintel yelled, "So, what the Captain did: he strapped a cannon to Bootstrap's bootstraps-"
"Bootstrap's bootstraps…" Ragetti snickered again.
"-An' the last we saw of old Bill Turner, he was sinkin' into the crushin' black oblivion of Davy Jones' locker. 'Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse…"
"That's what you call ironic…"
Barbossa frowned and then stopped at the landing. Everyone turned and he threw the keys at Ragetti, "Bring him." He snapped.
*****
Elizabeth stood on deck, staring out at the graveyard half sunken ships and the mist-covered waters of the passage they sailed through. She rested her hands on the railing and bit her lip. She noticed Jack as he casually strolled up.
"…You didn't tell him about the curse." She said quietly as she drew invisible pictures on the railing.
"I notice neither did you. For the same reason I imagine."
Elizabeth drew in a deep breath, "He wouldn't have risked it…"
"Could've gotten him drunk." Jack smiled, and then told Elizabeth when she looked over at him, "Don't get me wrong, love. I admire a person who's doing whatever is necessary."
"…You're a smart man, Jack."
Jack's smile faded slightly.
"But I don't entirely trust you." She informed him, a stern look washing over her face.
Jack stepped over to her and pointed to her, then him, "Pea's in a pod, darling." He murmured.
Elizabeth stared up at him, then noticed James walking up and backed away, turning out to sea.
Jack turned around and forced a smile as he casually held his hands up.
Norrington tossed Jack's compass to him, "With me, Sparrow."
*****
"I don't care for the situation." Norrington said as he lowered his telescope. "Any attempt to storm the cave could turn into an ambush."
"Not if you're the one doing the ambushing," Jack informed him, "I go in, convince Barbossa to send his men out in their little boats. You and your mates return to the Dauntless and blast the bejesus out of them with your little cannons, aye?" he put a hand on Norrington's shoulder, "What do you have to lose?"
Norrington rolled its eyes and pushed Jack's hand off with the barrel of his pistol, "Nothing I'd lament being rid of."
"Now, to be quite honest with you. There's still a slight risk for those aboard the Dauntless, which includes the future Mrs. Commodore."
Norrington looked as if he wasn't listening, but mulled it over in his head…
*****
"Sorry, but its for your own safety!" Gillette cried out as he pulled Elizabeth toward the cabin, another marine helping him.
"I don't care what the Commodore ordered! I must tell him! The Pirates… they cannot be killed!" She kicked.
"Don't worry, miss," They finally got her inside the doors, "He's already been informed of that. A little mermaid flopped up on deck and told him the whole story." He grinned, wiggled his eyebrows and then shut the doors.
"This is Jack Sparrows doing!"
Elizabeth huffed and then folded her arms as she walked around the cabin.
Then suddenly one of the big cupboards in one of the desks burst open and Jessica tumbled out.
"Jessica?!"
"The one and only," She muttered, dusting herself off and standing up, rolling back her shoulder and wincing slightly. She was dressed like Elizabeth, but the coat she wore was blue. "Now, lets go kick some Pirate ass." She fixed the openings of her coat and smirked as a few short strands of her dark hair fell in front of her pea green eyes.
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