I totally found and adopted this rescue… the story came from the awesome heartbeat7 on , (her version is named The Depths), who literally went on and left us to do bigger and BETTER things. With a book on AMAZON, she abandoned this awesome story that had so much potential… who was I to just let it fade away? Nope, couldn't let that happen. You see, with THIS we can snap our own fingers... We can bring everybod-
Wait… wrong fandom. Dang it, thought this was the one. Weird bootleg version with no labels on the blank, none shiny side has FAILED ME. … Okay, it's actually on a VHS tape… *Breaks out the old, trusty dino* *Rewinds for a good 45 minutes, or at least it seems like* Play. … … ...Perfect.
THIS is a Pirates of the Caribbean story. Oc with the sensual but badass Will Turner. It starts in Black Pearl obviously… because BACKGROUND and PLOT. (Ha) It obviously will follow it but it will have stuff not in the movie, also obvious. It's going to start off at a T rating, because there's no smut and as weird as it sounds… I want something kinda soulful and beautiful. I know… shocker. ... Besides I know for a FACT that y'all teenagers at home are gonna be sneak scrolling for something new at like…. 2 in the morning, since you don't have school.
I thank you my trusty, favorite sea rats for clicking my story… NOW GET BACK TO WORK!
Dark, wide orbs eyed the surroundings of Port Royal, a major city with a bustling harbor town situated on the western end of Palisadoes in Jamaica. He had been here about a week, since they fished him from the unforgiving ocean, despite the currents that aimed to keep him there. It was different here than what he was used to, more… civilized, Will supposed. He almost hated how with a comb and a different clothing he almost fit right in. Almost, but not quite, for he was grateful for the blacksmith in taking him in. Will still couldn't believe that he lost the medallion that his father gave him, the weight of it no longer on his chest when he finally awakened that day. He hoped to learn the trade one day; to follow in the useful, artistic steps to make and wield a sword. For now, his seven year old body didn't possess the muscles or muscle memory to achieve such things.
Above from where he stood on the cobblestone streets, birds dipped and dived. He was almost envious of such freedom, to go wherever you wanted and have your troubles look smaller as you soar from on high. He lifted her head and closed his eyes, daring to dream for but a moment, before shaking his head and taking a look around him once more. It was then that something blonde was caught within his peripheral vision, making him turn his head into that direction in curiosity… only to be left in awe. He knew naught her name but he couldn't help but stare at how the sun caught the curls that bounced with each step, the sunkissed skin tone she had made her light hair look much lighter.
How beautiful was she, he couldn't help but wonder as he stared unashamedly for he thought angels were bound to Heaven. Her pink lips didn't twitch up into a smile though, and her clothing was… clean yet servantly. In her arms, she cradled a basket of goods in front of her. She was contradictory in her own right and he knew, with his entire being, that he needed to know her.
Even if it was only her name. And maybe… just maybe, all of this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe only time would tell in response to his inquiries.
"You really must stop doing this for me." Caterina sighed, her voice effective in bringing Will back to reality. She caught sight of his smile from underneath the weight of two flour sacks, making her shake her head at him questioning her statement. She'd never tell him, but she loved how soft spoken he was… sensual, without even trying. He had to have known what she meant as he looked down at her much shorter self but Caterina found his smile infectious, and chose to humor him. "You know why... One day you'll be married with children of your own and you will not be able to help me anymore. I should at least start carrying them halfway so I'll be strong enough to do it by myself one day."
"You really think you'll be working in the Governor's house when I'm married?" His question flew her off guard, and she struggled to keep her surprise at bay. He couldn't mean it like how she instinctually took it but… She's forced from her thoughts when Will used his free hand to pull Caterina over to his other side so that she walked alongside the shops next to them and the road. It was only then that she noticed a carriage beside them that was awfully close to where they were.
Caterina unconsciously glanced down when she started to speak, trying to find words to express herself despite the fuzziness that came with his protectiveness. "I will work in the Governor's house the rest of my life." She was pretty sure he knew this but actually speaking it out loud… Giving the idea a voice almost makes it sound pleasant. "The Governor is very kind to me. He has helped me more than I can ever dream of repaying him." For she too had been found an orphan.
For what seemed like a long minute there was only the sound of Will's strong shoes pacing over stones and Caterina's light tread. He stole a glance at her but looked away just as quickly, he wanted to say something but when he finally decided on what to say, the unspoken words promptly died on his lips as a group of soldiers from the British Royal Navy marched by. The heavy weight of their silent accusations lingered on the duo walking together casually. Caterina knew why, for it was uncommon in Port Royal for anyone to stroll that way other than the Governor and his daughter, Elizabeth. Everyone else was hurrying about; whether it be tradesmen or merchants, to get back to their place of business. Even the soldiers were in a hurry patrolling the island while keeping the peace between quarrelsome neighbors or a miscreant that seemed to ever presently cause trouble. Will knew he would have been reduced to the same mindlessness as them all if it hadn't been for Caterina, who needed him once a week to carry flour… even if she didn't want to say so.
Will took a moment to smile, remembering the first time he saw her with the flour and how he couldn't help but wait in silence watching her. Remembering how in awe he had been at her stubbornness and how she got further in yanking them in the blistering heat than he had thought she would.
When the two of them finally reached the main entry gates, Will reluctantly handed one of the flour sacks to the woman beside him. "Isn't this supposed to be a stable boy's job?"
Caterina shrugged in response and heaved the sack up into her arms, noting with disappointment that she couldn't very well drag them again for it wouldn't help her case. Will, in turn, watched her cautiously as every muscle in her arms strained in protest. "It has always been my job."
"It shouldn't be." He answers back. Will wanted to argue that it wasn't meant for someone who wasn't … male, he cringed at thought. It sounded so sexist even when he didn't mean for it to be. Caterina was a gentle soul with a stubborn streak that door at approximately four foot, five inches. He was almost positive that she needed a step ladder or climb on the counter in secret to get to the cabinets in the kitchen. There had to be someone else that could do this.
"But it is." She responded in response, an underline of irritation at what he was trying to imply. As if she was lesser because she was female. For as much as she thought Will to be easy on the eyes... Caterina shook her head, irritated not so much at him but the view that he was taught to follow. She kept silent after those three words, even as he walked side by side with her past the front entry and around to the stone courtyard. Nearly hidden by ivy growing up the side of the wall was the door which led to the kitchens, Caterina dropped her sack at the door and Will followed suit. She shook her head, and thanked him with a smile.
"It is no problem at all." Will replied and busied himself with adjusting his black shirt awkwardly, trying to think of something to say.
Caterina's lips dropped to a frown at the white powder that almost illuminated the dark color he wore. "You have flour on you again." She told him dryly, one of her hands outstretched up and Will stood perfectly still as she swiped away a mark of white on his shoulder. He wanted to tell her it was only flour, that he didn't mind helping her with this task that was thrust upon her, that he cherished these days because it was really the only time that he got to spend time with her… to show off the muscular build he had been working on since that fateful day so long ago when she first smiled at him. He thought about when he finally mustered up the courage to say Hi to her. When he glared at the eyes of teens that followed her, rage fueling within his blood. When he finally realized that he... He wanted to tell her many things but with her so close, his senses were overwhelmed with how she smelled. Underlining the flowery scent was sweat from the day and he enjoyed the fact that she didn't care to apply heavy perfumes that many girls their age had.
"Should I squat down a little to make it easier for you?" The cheeky question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, making Will's eyes widen in surprise. Hers widened but so did her smile, and he smirked when she murmured a 'Shuddup…' under her breath.
"Will you be coming by today?" She questioned him, looking up to see how he smiled and stared off into the distance. And not for the first time, Caterina wondered just what Will was thinking of.
"I have the tedious, yet oh so important task of delivering the sword for the soon to be appointed Commodore this afternoon." He teased her, knowing from prior discussions how she felt about him. Will also wanted her to know that he was comfortable around her to tease, that he wasn't the awkward teen that he had been growing up. That he could take care of her... if... if she wanted-
"Well… I shall see you soon then." Surprisingly, it was she that grew a tad awkward, making him wonder as to why but also didn't want to ask. It would put her on the spot, he was sure. Caterina uttered these words with a smile though, before nodding her head and moving to enter the kitchen. Someone called her name then, making her turn to smile softly at the other female maid and moved further into the kitchen. The darker haired woman however stayed to narrow her eyes at him, eyeing him for any cruel intentions with her blond co-worker. Finding none, she moved away as well.
"Good day... Caterina." His voice was soft, carried on the wind in all it's hopes to reach her. To make her listen and understand all the words he couldn't bring himself to say. She is the maid, he the blacksmith… yet all the moments somehow added together in all it's beauty. He stared after her before moving about his way, knowing that staring after her wouldn't help any.
And even if it did, William Turner knew naught if anything would ever come from it.
I'm gonna leave this right here, publish and see what you guys think. Thank you for reading my story.