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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,195
Reviews:
57
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4 - Travel
Time and Time Again, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It’s the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 4 – Travel
Jack followed Will into the helm, becoming flesh as he stepped out of the moonlight. He walked around the room, hands clasped firmly behind his back, wanting to look at everything, but wary of touching anything. He watched fascinated as Will pushed buttons and moved levers, etc.; Will took hold of the tiny (to Jack) wheel at the helm, brought the yacht around and headed for Miami. After teaching Jack what the most important dials were for, he let Jack steer and retired, telling Jack to wake him if there was anything he didn’t understand.
* - * - *
“Good morning, Jack.”
“Good afternoon, actually. You appeared to need the sleep, and I was enjoying myself too much to wake you.”
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes. I found a book called ‘operator’s manual’, and have learned quite a bit about how to control this ship. Earlier today, in fact, I put her on ‘autopilot’ and watched the dolphins fly along with us. This ship of yours makes even the Pearl appear to be standin’ still. But she’s still no decent ship for a real sailor like me.”
Will grinned. Sounds like you’re the master at driving—“
“Piloting.”
“Fine...piloting—the yacht. Hell, if you weren’t already independently wealthy, I’d want to hire you to captain it.”
Jack’s face darkened. “Never refer to a grand, lovely lady such as this as ‘it’. She’s got more personality than any human woman out there. So be polite to her, savvy?”
“Yes, Jack. I’ll make a note of it.” He looked the pirate up and down. “That reminds me. When we arrive in Miami you’ll need to look more presentable. Why don’t you go downstairs—“
“Below.”
“Ok, below—and pick out some clothes. I’m sure they’ll be big on you, but people will stare more if you walk out in what you’re wearing. Oh...the shower is in the bathroom.”
Jack left the helm scratching his head and muttering under his breath.
Will remembered something. “Oh! The shampoo is on the sink! And I think the detangler in the cupboard will take care of those braids of yours!”
Will could hear Jack’s booming voice from the main cabin below. “Wash with poo?! Detangle my braids?! HA!”
* - * - *
After an hour had passed, Will started to get a little worried about the pirate, flipped on the autopilot and walked out of the helm to head downstairs—er—below. Instead, he heard what he could only imagine as a Budweiser frog being tortured to death by being boiled alive. /Ah...he’s singing in the hot tub on deck./ Will walked aft to where he found the pirate floating naked on his back in the hot tub, his eyes closed, the bubbling and churning water causing his loose hair and his braids to dance, taking on a life of their own. He was definitely singing, even if he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. “Jack!”
The pirate floundered for a moment, then stood up, apparently unashamed of his body. “Yes, Will?”
“You’re supposed to wear a bathing suit in there. And I thought you heard me about the braids.”
“Aye, I did. And I’m right glad you had the phony shit, as I wouldn’t have even considered using the real thing, no matter how sweet the smell.”
“Phony shit?”
“I believe you called it ‘sham poo’. As I said, I’m right glad it’s not real poo or I’d ha’e never even tried it.”
“It’s not poo. It’s hair soap.”
“Then why not call it ‘hair soap’?”
“I don’t know. They call it shampoo, so that’s what it is. But we definitely need to do something about those dreadlocks of yours.”
“Another odd term. Braids, Will...they’re called ‘braids’. And I washed them, thus, doin’ something about them. And while we’re on the subject, why should I wear clothing in a bathtub?”
“No. This is a hot tub.”
“I could tell by the steam. I’m right fond of it. The water stays hot, it’s big enough to truly relax, and the bubbles are a nice addition to a monotonous experience.”
“No. It’s CALLED a hot tub. It’s basically a hot, bubbly pool.”
“But I still don’t see the need to wear clothes in it.”
“Never mind. It’s just done that way.”
* - * - *
“I like my hair the way it is, so you’re not touchin’ it!”
“Jack, most men just don’t go around looking like that anymore.”
“I’ve got a hint for you, mate. I was one-of-a-kind in MY time, so I’ll just be one-of-a-kind in THIS time as well.”
“Ok, fine. You’ll see. Now, I’ll call ahead for a dental appointment for you. You’ll want all new crowns—“
“—WHAT?! I should say not! These gold teeth will bury me some day.”
“Not in this day and age. Nowadays gold teeth are tacky-looking...er...cheap...poor.”
Jack harrumphed. “My hair’s not acceptable...my clothes are ‘outlandish’...even my gold teeth are no good here! Next you’ll be expectin’ me to shave me beard!”
Will raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak, but Jack cut him off.
“Don’t even think about it, mate. It took me years to grow it this long; I’m not shavin’ it!”
Will gave up. “Fine. Look like a freak. See what I care.”
Jack gave him a feral grin. “Maybe we should make landfall at night. THEN ye can call me a freak amongst normal folk. But until that time, I’ll thank you for leavin’ me be on my looks.”
Will threw his hands in the air. “Ok. I give up.” He checked his watch. “Oh well. It’s time for dinner anyway. Do you want fried chicken or spaghetti and meatballs?”
“Neither.”
“What? You’re not hungry? I bought Hungryman dinners, and there’s plenty for two.”
“Whelp, I’m starvin’, but that’s not the point. The curse allows me neither food nor drink, nor the comfort of lying with a woman.”
“Wow. That must be terrible for you.”
Jack held his nose and mocked Will. “It must be terrible for you.” Then he spoke in his normal voice. “You don’t know the half of it. I love the sea. I stood on the bow your Angel of Desire this morning and couldn’t feel the spray of the sea on my face. I said I loved your hot tub. While I can tell from the steam that it keeps the water hot and I can see the bubbles, I gather no pleasure from it; it felt no better nor worse than lying on that chest in the cave with a sword through my head. It’s almost like I’m a ghost; unable to experience life except through watching others. Yes, lad, it’s terrible. That’s what a curse is supposed to be. But I was forced into this curse; I would never have returned to the Isla de Muerta on my own. But Bo’sun and Twigg had other ideas. Apparently they took exception to me killin’ that mutinous Barbossa. I’d thought the navy had hanged all of ‘em, but apparently not. So they managed to creep into where I was stayin’ and took me unawares.”
“I find that hard to believe from what I’ve read about you.”
“Well...it was almost like that. “Bo’sun was holdin’ Billy and threatening to kill ‘im if I didn’t go with them. As usual, in those days, I was sleepin’ in a hammock in the lad’s room. With my Lady gone and me gettin’ up in years, I wasn’t just going to start over swabbin’ decks. I spent a lot of time at the Turner’s. Y’see, they’d adopted me as their Da, seein’ as how Bill was gone and Governor Swann wouldn’t visit them in Tortuga. Besides...Billy needed a decent playmate; his mum and Da refused to let him out to play with the urchins of the area, so I made sure he had a good education and a right fine time playin’ with ‘is grampa. But anyway, Bo’sun and Twigg brought me to the cave, attached the manacles and drove the beautiful sword that William made for me right through the side of my head, forcing me to watch Barbossa’s bloody body rot for all eternity. Now you go eat. I’ll go find some clothes.”
* - * - *
Jack walked into the main cabin and sat in one of the chairs. Will was watching the news.
“What is that thing?” Jack’s eyes were wide.
“It’s a T.V. As in Television. I’m watching the news.”
“Tee vee? Looks more like an M.P.B.”
“M.P.B.?”
Jack nodded. “Moving Portrait Box.”
Will laughed. “Something like that. T.V. gives information in the form of news, and entertainment in the forms of movies, T.V. shows, and sports events.”
“All right. If you say so.” Jack had THAT LOOK again.
Will grinned. “News is like...umm...the town crier, I guess. It gives all the latest stuff happening locally and around the world. With me so far?”
“Yes. I can understand that.”
“Movies and T.V. shows are like plays. T.V. shows are half an hour or an hour long, and movies are just about anything longer.”
“All right.”
“And sporting events are like baseball, basketball, football, wrestling, boxing...the Olympics...”
“I understand wrestling and boxing, lad. But those other so-called ‘sports’ are beyond me.”
Will flipped through the channels and found a Dodgers/Astros game. “This is baseball. Just watch it and learn.” Will dropped the remote on the table and headed up to the helm.
* - * - *
“JACK!” Will squeaked and grabbed the remote from the pirate and switched off the television.
“Will, I’ll admit that T.V. of yours is a wonderful invention. It was just made for cursed people such as myself. Did you see what she—“
“—yes I did, and it’s not the kind of thing respectable people watch.”
“Pirates aren’t ‘respectable people’ Will, or are you somewhat lacking in your education?”
“Of course I’m not lacking in my education. It’s just that...well...let’s just say I don’t approve of that kind of movie.”
“Ah...another Turner eunuch. You know, I still wonder about how Billy was conceived, considering ‘is father was one. I guess there’ll be no more little Turners runnin’ about, eh?” Jack dodged as Will threw the remote at him, bouncing it on the bunk.
“There will be when I find the right woman. Heck, Jack, I’m only twenty-one years old.”
“Boy, by the time William was twenty-one, Billy was already having his first birthday. And William started late. By the time I was twenty-one, I had at least two whelps that I knew of...possibly more...and John, the oldest, was seven years old and apprenticed to a tailor in Rheinland.”
“The Journal doesn’t mention any children of yours.”
“It wouldn’t. I never spoke of them to William. They were all grown up and respectable by then. They would never have let me visit, even had they known I was their father...their mums were so ashamed that their whelps’ father was a pirate that they changed their names and lied about who their father was.”
Jack had turned melancholy at the memory, so Will became quiet.
* - * - *
Will stepped off the yacht onto the dock, followed by a rather odd-looking Jack Sparrow. Before they’d made landfall, Will had finally talked Jack into changing clothes, but got nowhere when it came to his braids and beard. He also taught Jack about sunglasses when he found out what the “eyeliner” was for. So when Jack walked up the pier, he was wearing a cowboy hat over his own scarf, aviator sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts and a pair of black sandals with no socks...and nobody gave him a second look.
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TBC
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know by hitting that REVIEW button!
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It’s the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 4 – Travel
Jack followed Will into the helm, becoming flesh as he stepped out of the moonlight. He walked around the room, hands clasped firmly behind his back, wanting to look at everything, but wary of touching anything. He watched fascinated as Will pushed buttons and moved levers, etc.; Will took hold of the tiny (to Jack) wheel at the helm, brought the yacht around and headed for Miami. After teaching Jack what the most important dials were for, he let Jack steer and retired, telling Jack to wake him if there was anything he didn’t understand.
* - * - *
“Good morning, Jack.”
“Good afternoon, actually. You appeared to need the sleep, and I was enjoying myself too much to wake you.”
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes. I found a book called ‘operator’s manual’, and have learned quite a bit about how to control this ship. Earlier today, in fact, I put her on ‘autopilot’ and watched the dolphins fly along with us. This ship of yours makes even the Pearl appear to be standin’ still. But she’s still no decent ship for a real sailor like me.”
Will grinned. Sounds like you’re the master at driving—“
“Piloting.”
“Fine...piloting—the yacht. Hell, if you weren’t already independently wealthy, I’d want to hire you to captain it.”
Jack’s face darkened. “Never refer to a grand, lovely lady such as this as ‘it’. She’s got more personality than any human woman out there. So be polite to her, savvy?”
“Yes, Jack. I’ll make a note of it.” He looked the pirate up and down. “That reminds me. When we arrive in Miami you’ll need to look more presentable. Why don’t you go downstairs—“
“Below.”
“Ok, below—and pick out some clothes. I’m sure they’ll be big on you, but people will stare more if you walk out in what you’re wearing. Oh...the shower is in the bathroom.”
Jack left the helm scratching his head and muttering under his breath.
Will remembered something. “Oh! The shampoo is on the sink! And I think the detangler in the cupboard will take care of those braids of yours!”
Will could hear Jack’s booming voice from the main cabin below. “Wash with poo?! Detangle my braids?! HA!”
* - * - *
After an hour had passed, Will started to get a little worried about the pirate, flipped on the autopilot and walked out of the helm to head downstairs—er—below. Instead, he heard what he could only imagine as a Budweiser frog being tortured to death by being boiled alive. /Ah...he’s singing in the hot tub on deck./ Will walked aft to where he found the pirate floating naked on his back in the hot tub, his eyes closed, the bubbling and churning water causing his loose hair and his braids to dance, taking on a life of their own. He was definitely singing, even if he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. “Jack!”
The pirate floundered for a moment, then stood up, apparently unashamed of his body. “Yes, Will?”
“You’re supposed to wear a bathing suit in there. And I thought you heard me about the braids.”
“Aye, I did. And I’m right glad you had the phony shit, as I wouldn’t have even considered using the real thing, no matter how sweet the smell.”
“Phony shit?”
“I believe you called it ‘sham poo’. As I said, I’m right glad it’s not real poo or I’d ha’e never even tried it.”
“It’s not poo. It’s hair soap.”
“Then why not call it ‘hair soap’?”
“I don’t know. They call it shampoo, so that’s what it is. But we definitely need to do something about those dreadlocks of yours.”
“Another odd term. Braids, Will...they’re called ‘braids’. And I washed them, thus, doin’ something about them. And while we’re on the subject, why should I wear clothing in a bathtub?”
“No. This is a hot tub.”
“I could tell by the steam. I’m right fond of it. The water stays hot, it’s big enough to truly relax, and the bubbles are a nice addition to a monotonous experience.”
“No. It’s CALLED a hot tub. It’s basically a hot, bubbly pool.”
“But I still don’t see the need to wear clothes in it.”
“Never mind. It’s just done that way.”
* - * - *
“I like my hair the way it is, so you’re not touchin’ it!”
“Jack, most men just don’t go around looking like that anymore.”
“I’ve got a hint for you, mate. I was one-of-a-kind in MY time, so I’ll just be one-of-a-kind in THIS time as well.”
“Ok, fine. You’ll see. Now, I’ll call ahead for a dental appointment for you. You’ll want all new crowns—“
“—WHAT?! I should say not! These gold teeth will bury me some day.”
“Not in this day and age. Nowadays gold teeth are tacky-looking...er...cheap...poor.”
Jack harrumphed. “My hair’s not acceptable...my clothes are ‘outlandish’...even my gold teeth are no good here! Next you’ll be expectin’ me to shave me beard!”
Will raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak, but Jack cut him off.
“Don’t even think about it, mate. It took me years to grow it this long; I’m not shavin’ it!”
Will gave up. “Fine. Look like a freak. See what I care.”
Jack gave him a feral grin. “Maybe we should make landfall at night. THEN ye can call me a freak amongst normal folk. But until that time, I’ll thank you for leavin’ me be on my looks.”
Will threw his hands in the air. “Ok. I give up.” He checked his watch. “Oh well. It’s time for dinner anyway. Do you want fried chicken or spaghetti and meatballs?”
“Neither.”
“What? You’re not hungry? I bought Hungryman dinners, and there’s plenty for two.”
“Whelp, I’m starvin’, but that’s not the point. The curse allows me neither food nor drink, nor the comfort of lying with a woman.”
“Wow. That must be terrible for you.”
Jack held his nose and mocked Will. “It must be terrible for you.” Then he spoke in his normal voice. “You don’t know the half of it. I love the sea. I stood on the bow your Angel of Desire this morning and couldn’t feel the spray of the sea on my face. I said I loved your hot tub. While I can tell from the steam that it keeps the water hot and I can see the bubbles, I gather no pleasure from it; it felt no better nor worse than lying on that chest in the cave with a sword through my head. It’s almost like I’m a ghost; unable to experience life except through watching others. Yes, lad, it’s terrible. That’s what a curse is supposed to be. But I was forced into this curse; I would never have returned to the Isla de Muerta on my own. But Bo’sun and Twigg had other ideas. Apparently they took exception to me killin’ that mutinous Barbossa. I’d thought the navy had hanged all of ‘em, but apparently not. So they managed to creep into where I was stayin’ and took me unawares.”
“I find that hard to believe from what I’ve read about you.”
“Well...it was almost like that. “Bo’sun was holdin’ Billy and threatening to kill ‘im if I didn’t go with them. As usual, in those days, I was sleepin’ in a hammock in the lad’s room. With my Lady gone and me gettin’ up in years, I wasn’t just going to start over swabbin’ decks. I spent a lot of time at the Turner’s. Y’see, they’d adopted me as their Da, seein’ as how Bill was gone and Governor Swann wouldn’t visit them in Tortuga. Besides...Billy needed a decent playmate; his mum and Da refused to let him out to play with the urchins of the area, so I made sure he had a good education and a right fine time playin’ with ‘is grampa. But anyway, Bo’sun and Twigg brought me to the cave, attached the manacles and drove the beautiful sword that William made for me right through the side of my head, forcing me to watch Barbossa’s bloody body rot for all eternity. Now you go eat. I’ll go find some clothes.”
* - * - *
Jack walked into the main cabin and sat in one of the chairs. Will was watching the news.
“What is that thing?” Jack’s eyes were wide.
“It’s a T.V. As in Television. I’m watching the news.”
“Tee vee? Looks more like an M.P.B.”
“M.P.B.?”
Jack nodded. “Moving Portrait Box.”
Will laughed. “Something like that. T.V. gives information in the form of news, and entertainment in the forms of movies, T.V. shows, and sports events.”
“All right. If you say so.” Jack had THAT LOOK again.
Will grinned. “News is like...umm...the town crier, I guess. It gives all the latest stuff happening locally and around the world. With me so far?”
“Yes. I can understand that.”
“Movies and T.V. shows are like plays. T.V. shows are half an hour or an hour long, and movies are just about anything longer.”
“All right.”
“And sporting events are like baseball, basketball, football, wrestling, boxing...the Olympics...”
“I understand wrestling and boxing, lad. But those other so-called ‘sports’ are beyond me.”
Will flipped through the channels and found a Dodgers/Astros game. “This is baseball. Just watch it and learn.” Will dropped the remote on the table and headed up to the helm.
* - * - *
“JACK!” Will squeaked and grabbed the remote from the pirate and switched off the television.
“Will, I’ll admit that T.V. of yours is a wonderful invention. It was just made for cursed people such as myself. Did you see what she—“
“—yes I did, and it’s not the kind of thing respectable people watch.”
“Pirates aren’t ‘respectable people’ Will, or are you somewhat lacking in your education?”
“Of course I’m not lacking in my education. It’s just that...well...let’s just say I don’t approve of that kind of movie.”
“Ah...another Turner eunuch. You know, I still wonder about how Billy was conceived, considering ‘is father was one. I guess there’ll be no more little Turners runnin’ about, eh?” Jack dodged as Will threw the remote at him, bouncing it on the bunk.
“There will be when I find the right woman. Heck, Jack, I’m only twenty-one years old.”
“Boy, by the time William was twenty-one, Billy was already having his first birthday. And William started late. By the time I was twenty-one, I had at least two whelps that I knew of...possibly more...and John, the oldest, was seven years old and apprenticed to a tailor in Rheinland.”
“The Journal doesn’t mention any children of yours.”
“It wouldn’t. I never spoke of them to William. They were all grown up and respectable by then. They would never have let me visit, even had they known I was their father...their mums were so ashamed that their whelps’ father was a pirate that they changed their names and lied about who their father was.”
Jack had turned melancholy at the memory, so Will became quiet.
* - * - *
Will stepped off the yacht onto the dock, followed by a rather odd-looking Jack Sparrow. Before they’d made landfall, Will had finally talked Jack into changing clothes, but got nowhere when it came to his braids and beard. He also taught Jack about sunglasses when he found out what the “eyeliner” was for. So when Jack walked up the pier, he was wearing a cowboy hat over his own scarf, aviator sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts and a pair of black sandals with no socks...and nobody gave him a second look.
* - * - *
TBC
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know by hitting that REVIEW button!