To Ride the Waves
To Ride the Waves
xmlns:w="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:word"
xmlns:st1="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"
xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">
first POTC fic, so everyone in it is going to start out OOC most
likely.
I'll probably get them more in character as I go along. Tis
is
also
slightly AU because I don’t think a relationship could work between
Elizabeth
and William and I’m working from that principle.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
Feedback is appreciated, as is constructive
criticism. Flames are unwelcome and will be ignored.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
There probably won’t be any slash, but the plot
bunny might change it’s mind on that…
style="font-size: 12pt;">
It
starts a year after the events in Curse
of the Black
style="font-size: 12pt;">
Disney owns Pirates of the
making no money from this. On the other
hand, it also means that most of the historical inaccuracies are their
fault as
well. I’m going along with their
mistakes rather then trying to fix them.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
Review please.
Did I forget anything? Oh yeah!
style="font-size: 12pt;">
“…” indicates speech
style="font-size: 12pt;">*…* indicates thought
style="font-size: 12pt;">
Think that’s it… So on with the story
style="font-size: 12pt;"> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
style="font-size: 12pt;">
style="font-size: 12pt;">Chapter One: The Black
style="font-size: 12pt;">
style="font-size: 12pt;">For a second Jack hesitated as he looked down
at the small boat tied to the Black
being on the larger ship for a little over twelve months, he really
didn't want
to go anywhere in the little thing. The sky was cloudless,
the sun
beating down on the black decks. There was a little wind, but not
enough
to move the huge ship without the sails.
the sea, the sea was the colour
of top of the range aquamarine, a deep blue that looked green at its
heart. It was the
kind of day he wanted to laze around on and do nothing but feel the
wind in his
face and the
feet. A smile curled his lips as he consid tak taking the
fun as it would be, even in his cnt snt state of mind he knew it was a
bad
idea. AnaMaria
the wheel of the bigger ship and smiled at Jack's obvious reluctance,
then
frowned at the bottle of rum in his hand. It was a dark
brown. She
could have sworn it was clear glass last time she had looked.
"Are
you going?"
style="font-size: 12pt;">"Course I'm going." His tone of
voice warned AnaMaria to watch her step, but she was getting bored of
her
captain moping around the place. Before now, had someone
suggested that
the great Jack Sparrow could be missing a person, she would
have laughed
in their face. Now looking at the expression on his face, she
knew Jack
missed him, missed a callous, untrained, ungrateful whelp of a lad who
had
married a woman in a city where Jack should have had more sense then to
go. 'Should have' been the important bit.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
style="font-size: 12pt;">With one last look around his ship, Jack
lowered himself into the boat and tossed the rope back up to
AnaMaria.
Then he quickly shoved away from the
unfurled the sails. AnaMaria watched him with a prayer in her
eyes for
his safe return. She had a really bad feeling about this.
Sighing,
she turned away and yelled at Cotton to helping her finish repairing
the last
of the sails. The parrot followed. AnaMaria checked her
pistol. If that blasted parrot started singing...
style="font-size: 12pt;">
style="font-size: 12pt;">They were working away for about ten minutes
when the woman gave up trying to keep her mind off of William
Turner. She
didn't know what he meant to Jack that the man would risk this just to
see him,
but then she had never worked out what the boy had seen in the girl
either. She had her suspicions about Jack's relationship with
Bootstrap. Pirates weren't known for their social graces, but
Jack had
always given the impression of liking his partners more
experienced.
She'd bet her freedom that Will was a virgin to men, probably women
too, before
the wedding night anyway.
style="font-size: 12pt;">Sail mending just didn't require enough
attention
to keep her mind occupied.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
It wasn't that she had a problem with the boy;
it was just that she wanted to know what kind of hold he had over
Jack.
If Jack was in lust, then they could well have to put up with a
brooding
captain for the next few weeks because she doubted that Will would
betray his
wife. But there were other things to consider, Will had acted
like one
born to the sea while on board the Interceptor. Then he
had
returned to land. She'd never seen anyone do that before, not
after tasting
the salt so to speak.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
On the other hand, as Gibbs said, not only was he
was an able seaman, but he had the unbelievable and surprising ability
to do
what neither she nor Gibbs himself could do. William Turner Junior
could
anticipate, could read Jack Sparrow. That was something no other
man
alive could lay claim to, maybe no man dead either. If he could
be lured
back to sea, then he was making an outstanding first mate. And
the crew
of the Black Pearl led by them would be as unstoppable as its
former
cursed crew albeit for a different reason.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
They were nearly finished with the sails and
she could think of no other job that would take her mind off of the boy.
style="font-size: 12pt;">
style="font-size: 12pt;">A few minutes later, AnaMaria leaned against
the side of the ship and forced herself to deal with the real
problem.
She was, at the moment, first mate. If Will came aboard, she
would most
likely get demoted. It was a chance that a year ago she would
have been
delighted with as she had stayed out of a lingering wish to avenge
herself on
Jack rather then out of loyalty to the crew or ship. She didn't want
to be a pirate. But slowly, she had come to love the ship, the
crew, even
Jack Sparrow himself. She no longer wanted to leave and she
realized with
a start, she was terrified that that was exactly what she would end up
having
to do if Will was made first mate. She knew from experience what
it was
like for a woman on board a pirate ship, even one commanded by Captain
Jack
Sparrow.