Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean (though I wish I did) that belongs to Disney. I don't own Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom. If I did they would be tied up and hidden in my closet and I wouldn't be sharing them with you. This is for pure enjoyment and please don't steal my story and take it as your own. Please don't bash me. This is my first story and I promise it will be long.
Summary One night during a pirate attack on Port Royal, Will is kidnapped by Barbossa and his crew that want their revenge on Captain Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth of course has to join along with the adventure and the battle ensues…
Without a Trace
Chapter 1: Heading Home
A lonely figure was walking the streets of Port Royal, Jamaica. The streets were dimly lit and all the shops and houses along the main cobblestone road in Port Royal had their candles blown out and curtains drawn. The figure was the only (and best) blacksmith in Port Royal, Will Turner. His dark brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. His boots clicked wearily on the cobblestone street and his thoughts trailed back to his wife.
Elizabeth Swann (Turner now) has been the love of his life for ever since they got married 2 years ago (plus the many years before they got married.) They had been wed in a small courtyard just inside Fort Charles, near where Will and Elizabeth had their first kiss. It was right after Captain Jack Sparrow had fallen off the battlement and plunged into the Caribbean Sea, just missing the jagged rocks below. Elizabeth's father, Governor Weatherby Swann had been standing right there but he went on with his business. He still wanted Elizabeth to marry Commodore Norrington, instead of Will, the blacksmith's apprentice. Apprentice no more, Mr. Brown had retired from the business (not that he did anything anyway) and gave his shop to Will. Now that Will had the shop to himself he had yet to find an apprentice and hopefully not like he was found. Floating unconscious in the middle of the sea, and behind him, a burning ship, it had been set a flame by pirates.
Pirates. Captain Jack Sparrow. Will had met him 2 years ago, when Elizabeth had been captured during a raid on Port Royal, by Captain Hector Barbossa's crew. Will originally didn't take too kindly to pirates. Not until he learned that his own father was a pirate (and a very good friend of Jack). Jack. The always drunken pirate with kohl rimmed eyes, who could talk himself out of nearly every situation and when he couldn't talk, he fought. He was a good swordfighter but, no match to Will, who practiced 3 hours a day with the swords he made in the smithy. The pirate with the red bandanna covering his forehead and the beads that dangled from his dark hair and beads. The pirate that never left without his hat. The pirate that always carried his compass that didn't point north and several bottles of rum that always seemed to be gone. Jack had gotten his ship back, The Black Pearl, when he had helped Will rescue Elizabeth from Barbossa. Will had saved Jack from the gallows and almost got himself hung when he went to defend Jack. Will had risked his life for Elizabeth and she had done the same. Now that Barbossa was dead, and his crew was rotting in the prison of Fort Charles, Will didn't have anything to worry about.
Will was nearly home. His house was 2 stories and made out of stone and bricks, which he himself had built, to show the Governor that he was capable of taking care of his daughter. At home he had a 1 year old son, Jacob William Turner, who had dark brown hair like his father and bright blue eyes like his mother. He had been born a year after Elizabeth and Will had been married and was very active by walking and crawling around the house. As he entered the big, oak doors, Elizabeth had been flying down the stairs to meet Will at the door.
"Will, where have you been and why are you home so late?" Elizabeth asked.
"Sorry for being home so late Elizabeth, I had to fill orders for the Commodore. There are several new recruits that needed swords." Will replied, yawning as he did.
"Why don't we head to bed now, Will. You're tired and need your sleep." Elizabeth said.
They walked up to bed too tired to talk. Will clamored into bed without even undressing and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep. Elizabeth took a little longer to get to sleep because she was worried about Will. He had been coming home late every night, too tired to talk before bed. He came home exhausted and tiresome. Then Jacob started crying from his room down the hall and Elizabeth got up to comfort him.
Then it came.
BOOM!
Cannon fire. Port Royal was under attack.
A/N: Thank you for reading. This is my first story and sorry for the severely short chapter. I just need a base to start my story on. Review please. Push that little purple button and type. Then I'll post another chapter.
