To Ride the Waves

To Ride the Waves: The Return of Captain Jack Sparrow




This is my 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.&nbThisThis is also slightly AU because I don’t think a relationship
could work between Elizabeth and William and I’m working from that
principle. 

Feedback is appreciated, as is constructive criticism.  Flames are
unwelcome and will be ignored. 

There probably won’t be any slash, but the plot bunny might change it’s mind on
that…
 
It starts a year after the events in Curse of the Black Pearl


Disney owns Pirates of the Caribbean and I’m 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.

Review please. 
Did I forget anything?  Oh yeah!

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Think that’s it…  S wit with the story

 

Chapter Two: The Return of Captain Jack Sparrow

 

Will ducked behind
a very decorative and tastefully appointed love seat in the hopes that Elizabeth wouldn't throw the vase in case she
missed. It smashed into the wall behind
him anyway. "Elizabeth!"
He crouched lower as something else smashed into the wall a few inched
above the level of the chair back.
"Would you calm down?"
This was the wrong thing to say evidenced by smash of a something
against the engraved wood of the chair and the shriek that preceded it. That was a little two close for comfort, but
short of actually crawling under the chair, Will had nowhere left to run. "Who was she? Who was she?" Elizabeth screamed at him.

“Mrs. Mary
Andrews. She a…” Will ducked lower as
something came way to close to hitting him

“How long has it
being going on? How many others are
there?” Elizabeth sked.ked.
At least she hasn’t degenerated into name calling yet, Will absently
thought as he shifted further around the chair, trying to keep out of Elizabeth’s direct line of sight. “There are no others and nothing is going
on. She com…” Elizabeth shrieked again.

“LIER”.

Will sighed and moved
further around the couch. Damn, what did
Elizabeth want him to do? Put a sign on the door saying ‘No Women Allowed’? And why didn’t she ever believe him when he
said he had NOT slept with a customer.
After eight months of this, he was getting very tired of it. "She's a wealthy merchant's wife. She commissioned a sword as a silver wedding anniversary
gift for her husband!" He yelled
back at her. Elizabeth paused for moment and then lowered her
arm. He didn’t yell at her often. Will couldn't see her, but he recognized the
sounds her dress made.
"Oh." The young woman
said in a small voice. He slowly rose
from behind the chair and looked around.
Along with the vase, she had thrown a plate, two glasses and what looked
like a silver fruit bowl and that was just in this room. Better then last time. She had smashed almost twenty glasses that
time because the baker’s wife had said ‘hello’ to him. Elizabeth slowly sank into another of the chairs and
looked at Will, tears beginning to appear in her eyes as she gazed around her
in bewilderment. "I... I'm sorry, Will. It's just that when I seen her in the
shop... I..." she tried and failed
to give him a small smile, "I guess I jumped to conclusions." Will nodded and knelt down on front of
her. *That was putting it lightly.* Will
thought as he patted her knee. In fact,
the damage to the living room could almost be mistaken for an accident. "I don't know what the problem with me
is... I just..." Elizabeth stood up and wondered to the window. "I seen her and all I could think was
who was she and why was she anywhere near you." Will sighed.
He knew what the problem was, but he didn't know how to solve it. Elizabeth was jealous. No matter how many times he told her he loved
her, not matter what he did for her. If
another woman even looked at him, she flew into a rage. At least the attacks so far had been on
him. He dreaded to think what would
happen if she attacked any of the women.


 

Elizabeth turned back to look at him and sighed, “I just
wish you would quit that… hobby of yours and spend more time here, with me.” Will took a deep breath. He had known this was coming.

“Elizabeth…”

“No, listen to me,
William Turner! Has it ever occurred to
you what your determination to continue working does to me? Have you ever thought about what people say
to me when they visit and I have to tell them you’re at the forge? You are marrying the governor’s daughter,
Will! You have to start acting like it,”
Her voice dripped venom, “and not like some common blacksmith!” Will hesitated.

“I thought you
liked the swords. You’re always showing
them off.”

“If you only made
the swords, it would be alright. But you
make everything, fix everything. James
was telling me that you even worked on the cannons for that… that ship!”
Will winced. He had hoped she
wouldn’t find out about that. The Laughing Prince has sailed into port
the week before. It had obviously been
attacked and had more then one hole in the side. The first mate had come to see him with a
letter. A letter from Jack Sparrow of
all people. In it, the pirate captain
had asked Will to fix the damage done to the ships cannons for free and that
Jack would pay him the next time he was in port. Will had raised his eyebrows at that. He knew Jack was insane, but returning to Port Royal was one step too far over the line in his
head. Norrington would kill him. But he had done the work and he had refused
payment.

 

Will sat down,
refusing to look at Elizabeth as he spoke. “You’re right Elizabeth.
You are the governor’s daughter.
You are a part of high society, but I am not. I am not high born and I do not have
rank. I thought you didn’t mind, but
obviously I was mistaken.” His heart
bleed as he spoke, but he had to say it.
“I don’t think we should continue courting. You should go back to Norrington; he is of
more suitable social standing. Good day
Miss Swann.” As he was speaking, he had
edged towards the door, too familiar with Elizabeth’s temper to want to be anywhere around
her. He ducked out the door and ran as
she began shrieking again and he heard something else break. He grabbed his coat and left the mansion. The entire way back to the forge he could
feel his heart breaking, but he told himself it was better this way. He loved his
Elizabeth, not the jealous bitch he had nearly been
engaged to.

 

When he arrived at
the smithy, he went straight to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a
bottle of rum. He downed half of it in
one go and then looked around. Slowly he
walked over to the racks were his best swords hung and lifted down the top
one. He had made is for Jack. He still wasn’t sure why but after they
returned he had wanted to do something for the pirate, something to thank him
for the help. He remembered Jack’s
appreciation for his swords, so he had started work on one for the pirate
captain. Slowly he drew it out of the
sheath. The blade was slightly cu,
m,
more like a cutlass then a short sword.
The blade was a bit thicker then he would usually make, but Jack lived
hard and the sword needed to stand up to it.
He slid it back into the sheath and flipped the sword over, catching it
by the covered blade and looked at the hilt.
It was perfect; bound with leather over the hilt itself, the guard was
studded with black pearls. In the centre
of the pearls was an engraving of a sparrow in flight against the sun. The sparrow’s one visible eye was a tiny,
perfect ruby.

 

His eyes moved to
the sword that had hung below it. It was
similar in design, made shortly afterwards.
If he had no idea what possessed him to make Jack’s sword, he had even
less as to what possessed him to make one for himself as well. He pulled the second one down as well and
held them up so the guards were facing him.
Inside the circle of black pearls on the second one was a crossed pair
of cutlasses below an anvil. It was a
copy of the design on the Black Pearl’s flag.
He stared at them for a long moment before setting them back on the
rack. He had just raised the rum bottle
to his lips again when the smithy door opened.
*Shit.* It wasn’t that he objected to people seeing him drinking, he
just preferred they didn’t see him drinking in the smithy. He didn’t want people to compare him to his
former master. He put the bottle down
and turned to face the newcomer.

“Jack?”

“William.”

“What are you
doing here?”

“Came to pay you
for the ship, lad.” Will’s mind
spuIt tIt took him a moment to remember
the promise in the letter. He took a
good look at the captain. He looked like
a slightly newer version of the same man.
The Jack before him was wearing good quality black boots, black trousers
and a white shirt. I vibrant red silk
scarf was around his waist and another one peeked out from beneath his hat. The hat was the same. His had two belts of wooden cartridges slung
cross ways over his chest and it was covered by a new red coat. The hair was still a rat’s nest of braids and
trinkets and kohl stilled lined eyes as deep and dark as the ocean at midnight.
Will grinned, he couldn’t see any weapons, but he knew they were
there. “You’re looking well.”

“You’re not.” Even as he had been looking Jack over, the
pirate had been doing the same of him. The
older man took in the tight face, the bottle and the pain in the young man’s
eyes, before speaking, “What happened, lad?”

“I left Elizabeth.”
Of all the things Jack expected to hear that was the last. It was the one he wanted to hear the most,
but still at the bottom of the list of possibilities, followed only by ‘Elizabeth left me’.
Jack watched as the youth took another swig from the bottle and then
held it out to the pirate captain. Jack
took it and brought it to his lips. He took
a mouthful, never taking his eyes off of Will, then he handed the bottle
back.

“How did the bonny
lass take it?”

“Badly.” Will finished the bottle, “You want to get
drunk?” Jack nodded once and turned as Will
grabbed his coat. The door slammed open
and Norrington, followed by half a dozen soldiers stormed in.

“Mr. Turner, you
are under arrest.” Norrington said
sharply as he looked at the man in front of him. “And so Captain
Jack Sparrow is you.”

“What for?” asked
Will.

“Bugger” said
Jack.

“Attacking Miss
Swann.” Norrington answered.

 

 

Okay, that was
mean, but I couldn’t resist. More soon,
if you want it… but you have to tell me if you do.