Old Enemies
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ericadawn16Title: A Loss of Time and Place
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: James, Elizabeth, Will, Jack, AnaMaria
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Will the Dauntless survive the pirate attack?
Author's Note: I started writing this right after Curse of the Black Pearl came out. It was so long ago that I didn't know James was James yet. I changed things as the other movies came out, but the majority of the story remains the same and has very little to do with the sequels.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/210874.html
Previous Chapter: Back on the High Seas
Old Enemies
James had enough confidence in his men that the civilians couldn’t cause anything costly. The pirates were close enough to yell uncouth things at the Commodore’s men and aim their guns. The messenger from Port Francis, Rookwood, was of no use whatsoever. He just sat against the mast, curled into a harmless, little ball and cradling his pistol. At the very least, perhaps he would be safe there. Then a ten pound cannon ball slammed through the enemy’s deck. Action completely stopped for fifteen seconds as both sides tried to figure out where it had come from.
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Elizabeth happily recognized the mast and sails which was all there could be seen of the third ship involved. The sails were no longer quite so white, but in much better shape than the black ones she had worn for so many years. The young woman ran for the interior of the ship, catching the Commodore’s eye. James saw her speed and yelled, “Elizabeth?” but she didn’t stop. Elizabeth didn’t hear him as she ran to find Will.
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Will was suggesting a trajectory to the soldier by the cannon when he saw Elizabeth, smiling.
“Where did that ten-pound come from?”
“The Black Pearl.”
Will’s smile soon matched hers. They couldn’t lose, but they couldn’t allow the men to become cocky or the Commodore to know that the one pirate that had gotten away was close by.
“Tell no one,” said Will to his wife and she nodded. Then she ran back up to the deck.
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The battle was going well from the Black Pearl’s direction, but Captain Jack Sparrow wasn’t going to take any chances that the Dauntless would be sunk. If anyone was going to sink the ship, it would be Jack himself later.
“Load a harpoon,” he instructed Mr. Gibbs.
“A harpoon?” asked Gibbs, but then he saw the look on Jack’s face. There would be no argument. Jack watched silently as Gibbs did so and told him to aim it at the other pirates. The harpoon was fired and landed with a thunk and a clang on the deck. Then it quickly tangled with odds and ends. John was out of things to do at the moment which was fine with Jack. Fear shown in the boy's blue eyes.
“I want the anchor dropped. Here,” explained Jack, “and someone to start towing in the harpoon.”
Then, Cotton’s parrot squawked, “Dead men tell no tales.”
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The Commodore shook his head. He didn’t understand what was happening with the other ship, but at least it got them off their back. He also wasn’t sure if it was the Dauntless or the other ship helping them, but the pirate’s mast fell. Was that a figment of his imagination or was the other ship being pulled away from them? Then, Elizabeth screamed.
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Will recognized the scream and ran for the deck. He got to her steps before Norrington.
“What is it?” he asked and put his arms around her. A hand was raised at the retreating ship and there was horror in her eyes.
“That can’t be.”
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The crew of the Black Pearl pulled the chain, dragging the other ship closer and closer until Jack could see the other crew closely.
“Let her go, boys! Let her go.”
“Why? We almost have her,” questioned AnaMaria.
“They almost have us. We’ve got our treasure waiting for us in Port Francis, savvy?” She nodded and the crew halted one by one.
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“What is it?” asked Commodore Norrington, wanting to know why a woman would scream on his ship especially this woman.
“It’s the former crew of The Black Pearl,” explained Will, holding Elizabeth tighter.
“But they were sent to England for official punishment.”
“It appears they never made it,” said Elizabeth, still shaken.
“That can’t be, they were under our Navy’s care,” said Norrington.
“The Navy is capable of mistakes,” Elizabeth reminded them, “but these pirates deserve our full attention.”
Norrington was about to defend his country’s honour when Will said, “I wouldn’t be so sure. There is the matter of the other ship.”
“That could have been just a coincidence.”
“I don’t feel it was. We’ll be seeing both ships again,” responded the other man in such a way as to make James wonder what they were hiding from him.
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Jack had gone back to his captain’s quarters after having recognized many of his old crew mates gazing longingly at his ship. The silence did not last long.
“Are we still continuing with it?” asked his first mate storming into his cabin. An action that was rapidly turning into a habit he realized.
“With what?” inquired Jack, playing stupid with AnaMaria.
“The plan, the Dauntless is obviously going to protect the treasure. Do you expect to sink it?”
“Of course, we found out all its major flaws today and I have to say those Port Royal chaps aren’t the brightest in the bunch,” he explained, getting off the bed and closing the distance between them. He was very close to her now, but she didn’t back off.
“I have a bad feeling about all of this,” she said, wringing her hands without realizing it. Her normally tough exterior was gone; she looked as vulnerable as the first day he met her.
"Don't...worry," he started to say, but when he had grabbed her hands to stop their nervous twisting, the sudden heat and charge tingling through his skin cut his chain of thought. There was something there; something he'd given up ever feeling again. Time passed, though neither would ever know exactly how much. All Jack knew was at that one moment, their eyes had locked, and the next moment, his lips were on hers--or were hers on his? There was no way to tell who had moved first or if they'd moved at the same time. There was fire and passion and...and something else underlying it all that he didn't care to examine at the moment. They pulled away at the same time, both at a loss for words. AnaMaria shook her head, confusion clear within her big brown eyes, and retreated from his cabin. What had just happened? Why? The obvious answer was that she was a woman--but she was also one of his crew. He would just have to forget it--if that was even possible.
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Skeleton pirates kept coming and coming. Elizabeth couldn’t fight them off by herself and then there was the monkey, screeching and screeching. It was horrible with bits of fur attached to rotting bones. There was no place to hide on ship and Barbossa, the captain, almost had his mitts on her. She screamed and screamed until her surroundings began to disappear.
“Elizabeth! Elizabeth, wake up!” cried Will in a plaintive voice, shaking her.
“Will,” she said so relieved and hugged him tightly. Then she felt nauseous. She reached for the chamber pot and retched which worried her husband even worse.
“Was it the pirates again?” She nodded and readjusted her hair.
“They were chasing me again. Them and that little monkey of theirs, Jack,’ she replied, disgusted.
“Those pirates better enjoy what’s left of their freedom. We’ll resupply in Port Francis and then when they come for the treasure, we’ll sink them,” said Will, taking her hand.
“They’re still pirates up to their old games. After being cursed and rescued, why go back?”
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“There she is! She may not look like much, but inside, there’s treasure to be had.”
Mr. Gibbs and AnaMaria looked at the English ship and shrugged.
“Shall we strike now before the Dauntless arrives?” asked Mr. Gibbs.
“No. I want to get closer.”
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“No, I want to get closer, he said. Those clouds don’t look ripe to me, he said. The rain can’t last that much longer, he said. Oh, Bugger that man!” complained AnaMaria, who had control of the wheel, but not an inch of dryness anywhere on her and the rain seemed in no mood to let up.
“Is there anything I can do?” asked John.
“Strangle Jack Sparrow?”
“But I can’t do that, miss,” he said in that annoying tone of his. Truthfully, she didn’t care much for John who had been a stowaway. He was eager to the point of overconfidence in his abilities.
“Then go away.”
“I could take the wheel,” suggested the blond moppet.
“Go away!” she cried, making him scurry as fast as his short legs would provide.
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: James, Elizabeth, Will, Jack, AnaMaria
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Will the Dauntless survive the pirate attack?
Author's Note: I started writing this right after Curse of the Black Pearl came out. It was so long ago that I didn't know James was James yet. I changed things as the other movies came out, but the majority of the story remains the same and has very little to do with the sequels.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/210874.html
Previous Chapter: Back on the High Seas
Old Enemies
James had enough confidence in his men that the civilians couldn’t cause anything costly. The pirates were close enough to yell uncouth things at the Commodore’s men and aim their guns. The messenger from Port Francis, Rookwood, was of no use whatsoever. He just sat against the mast, curled into a harmless, little ball and cradling his pistol. At the very least, perhaps he would be safe there. Then a ten pound cannon ball slammed through the enemy’s deck. Action completely stopped for fifteen seconds as both sides tried to figure out where it had come from.
********************************************
Elizabeth happily recognized the mast and sails which was all there could be seen of the third ship involved. The sails were no longer quite so white, but in much better shape than the black ones she had worn for so many years. The young woman ran for the interior of the ship, catching the Commodore’s eye. James saw her speed and yelled, “Elizabeth?” but she didn’t stop. Elizabeth didn’t hear him as she ran to find Will.
*************************************************
Will was suggesting a trajectory to the soldier by the cannon when he saw Elizabeth, smiling.
“Where did that ten-pound come from?”
“The Black Pearl.”
Will’s smile soon matched hers. They couldn’t lose, but they couldn’t allow the men to become cocky or the Commodore to know that the one pirate that had gotten away was close by.
“Tell no one,” said Will to his wife and she nodded. Then she ran back up to the deck.
*****************************************
The battle was going well from the Black Pearl’s direction, but Captain Jack Sparrow wasn’t going to take any chances that the Dauntless would be sunk. If anyone was going to sink the ship, it would be Jack himself later.
“Load a harpoon,” he instructed Mr. Gibbs.
“A harpoon?” asked Gibbs, but then he saw the look on Jack’s face. There would be no argument. Jack watched silently as Gibbs did so and told him to aim it at the other pirates. The harpoon was fired and landed with a thunk and a clang on the deck. Then it quickly tangled with odds and ends. John was out of things to do at the moment which was fine with Jack. Fear shown in the boy's blue eyes.
“I want the anchor dropped. Here,” explained Jack, “and someone to start towing in the harpoon.”
Then, Cotton’s parrot squawked, “Dead men tell no tales.”
*****************************************************
The Commodore shook his head. He didn’t understand what was happening with the other ship, but at least it got them off their back. He also wasn’t sure if it was the Dauntless or the other ship helping them, but the pirate’s mast fell. Was that a figment of his imagination or was the other ship being pulled away from them? Then, Elizabeth screamed.
**********************************************
Will recognized the scream and ran for the deck. He got to her steps before Norrington.
“What is it?” he asked and put his arms around her. A hand was raised at the retreating ship and there was horror in her eyes.
“That can’t be.”
****************************************************
The crew of the Black Pearl pulled the chain, dragging the other ship closer and closer until Jack could see the other crew closely.
“Let her go, boys! Let her go.”
“Why? We almost have her,” questioned AnaMaria.
“They almost have us. We’ve got our treasure waiting for us in Port Francis, savvy?” She nodded and the crew halted one by one.
**************************************************
“What is it?” asked Commodore Norrington, wanting to know why a woman would scream on his ship especially this woman.
“It’s the former crew of The Black Pearl,” explained Will, holding Elizabeth tighter.
“But they were sent to England for official punishment.”
“It appears they never made it,” said Elizabeth, still shaken.
“That can’t be, they were under our Navy’s care,” said Norrington.
“The Navy is capable of mistakes,” Elizabeth reminded them, “but these pirates deserve our full attention.”
Norrington was about to defend his country’s honour when Will said, “I wouldn’t be so sure. There is the matter of the other ship.”
“That could have been just a coincidence.”
“I don’t feel it was. We’ll be seeing both ships again,” responded the other man in such a way as to make James wonder what they were hiding from him.
******************************************************
Jack had gone back to his captain’s quarters after having recognized many of his old crew mates gazing longingly at his ship. The silence did not last long.
“Are we still continuing with it?” asked his first mate storming into his cabin. An action that was rapidly turning into a habit he realized.
“With what?” inquired Jack, playing stupid with AnaMaria.
“The plan, the Dauntless is obviously going to protect the treasure. Do you expect to sink it?”
“Of course, we found out all its major flaws today and I have to say those Port Royal chaps aren’t the brightest in the bunch,” he explained, getting off the bed and closing the distance between them. He was very close to her now, but she didn’t back off.
“I have a bad feeling about all of this,” she said, wringing her hands without realizing it. Her normally tough exterior was gone; she looked as vulnerable as the first day he met her.
"Don't...worry," he started to say, but when he had grabbed her hands to stop their nervous twisting, the sudden heat and charge tingling through his skin cut his chain of thought. There was something there; something he'd given up ever feeling again. Time passed, though neither would ever know exactly how much. All Jack knew was at that one moment, their eyes had locked, and the next moment, his lips were on hers--or were hers on his? There was no way to tell who had moved first or if they'd moved at the same time. There was fire and passion and...and something else underlying it all that he didn't care to examine at the moment. They pulled away at the same time, both at a loss for words. AnaMaria shook her head, confusion clear within her big brown eyes, and retreated from his cabin. What had just happened? Why? The obvious answer was that she was a woman--but she was also one of his crew. He would just have to forget it--if that was even possible.
****************************************************
Skeleton pirates kept coming and coming. Elizabeth couldn’t fight them off by herself and then there was the monkey, screeching and screeching. It was horrible with bits of fur attached to rotting bones. There was no place to hide on ship and Barbossa, the captain, almost had his mitts on her. She screamed and screamed until her surroundings began to disappear.
“Elizabeth! Elizabeth, wake up!” cried Will in a plaintive voice, shaking her.
“Will,” she said so relieved and hugged him tightly. Then she felt nauseous. She reached for the chamber pot and retched which worried her husband even worse.
“Was it the pirates again?” She nodded and readjusted her hair.
“They were chasing me again. Them and that little monkey of theirs, Jack,’ she replied, disgusted.
“Those pirates better enjoy what’s left of their freedom. We’ll resupply in Port Francis and then when they come for the treasure, we’ll sink them,” said Will, taking her hand.
“They’re still pirates up to their old games. After being cursed and rescued, why go back?”
**************************************************
“There she is! She may not look like much, but inside, there’s treasure to be had.”
Mr. Gibbs and AnaMaria looked at the English ship and shrugged.
“Shall we strike now before the Dauntless arrives?” asked Mr. Gibbs.
“No. I want to get closer.”
************************************************
“No, I want to get closer, he said. Those clouds don’t look ripe to me, he said. The rain can’t last that much longer, he said. Oh, Bugger that man!” complained AnaMaria, who had control of the wheel, but not an inch of dryness anywhere on her and the rain seemed in no mood to let up.
“Is there anything I can do?” asked John.
“Strangle Jack Sparrow?”
“But I can’t do that, miss,” he said in that annoying tone of his. Truthfully, she didn’t care much for John who had been a stowaway. He was eager to the point of overconfidence in his abilities.
“Then go away.”
“I could take the wheel,” suggested the blond moppet.
“Go away!” she cried, making him scurry as fast as his short legs would provide.
