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I DIDN'T MEAN TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU Author: LegoLissie Disclaimer: Sadly I don’t own the hunky pirate and smexy blacksmith *tear* or anything/body from the film Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. Summary: Will Turner is the man you've been in love with ever since you were a kid. Now, he's being forced to marry Elizabeth. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Jack Sparrow shows up and you start to fall for him! Who will you choose? * * * * * CHAPTER 1 – Rain Clouds There he was. The Eighth World Wonder. The man who made your heart melt every time he smiled, who made you knees weak every time you looked into his captivating brown eyes. The man who basically made you swoon whenever you set eyes on him. The man you had secretly loved ever since you were eleven. The man you wanted so bad. The man you couldn’t have. He was off-limits, the man whose heart belonged to someone else. Will Turner. Your best friend in the whole world, but you secretly had feelings about him. Maybe if he knew how much you loved him he wouldn’t marry that stuck-up pig Elizabeth SwannY but no, you were scared to tell him for fear he would end your friendship because he wouldn’t have feelings for you. He was walking down the streets, arm in arm with Elizabeth, but something was different about himY something you can’t exactly explain. You’d never seen that expression on his face before. It was almost as if a shadow had covered his features. He stares at the ground while Elizabeth chatters on and on. Occasionally, you see him glance up at her, to smile, but it wasn’t his trademark smile, where he showed every single one of those blinding white teeth and his eyes danced. You sigh, wondering what is wrong with him. “Oi!” A voice calls you back to reality, and you turn from the window, tearing your eyes away from God’s finest creation. “Get back to work, missy!” Oh great. Now you were probably in trouble. Your boss is yelling at you for about the tenth time this week. You quickly carry the mugs of ale, rum, and practically every kind of liquor on this earth to the thirsty customers. You set it down on the table, ignoring the way the men stared at you, and walk away, back behind the counter, quickly gazing out the window to see where Will is. But you can’t find him. Quickly, you glance at the clock on the wall, seeing that your shift is finally over. You leave, saying a quick good-bye to your boss, throw off you apron and rush out the door to Will’s house. Once you reach it, you knock on the door. No answer. You begin to pound on the door with your fist. “Will! I know you’re in there! OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT!” Still, no answer. Sighing, you begin to walk back to your house, wondering where he was. * * * * Will walked Elizabeth back to her father=s house, kissing her hand politely as she walked inside. Just as he was about to leave, Governor Swann comes into the entrance hall. “Mr. Turner!” he says. “Please come in, I must speak with you about a matter.” Will nods and follows him into a room, looking at his back with curiosity. The Governor waits until Will is in the room and then shuts the door. “Well, I hope you are happy with the arranged marriage to my daughter?” he asks Will, who looks at the ground again. “Be honest, William,” he says, breaking the short silence. Will takes a deep breath. “Governor Swann, I just don’t think I can marry Elizabeth. I’m-” “What?” The Governor interrupts. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me correctly, Mr. Turner. Are you happy with the marriage?” “No, sir, I’m-” “Once again, you didn’t understand me, Mr. Turner.” He takes a step towards Will. “You will marry my daughter before the next full moon, or else you’ll be hanged.” Will’s eyes widen. “Good night, Mr. Turner,” says the Governor, opening the door and ushering him out. Will walks out of the room without saying anything, then exits the house. He can hardly think about anything else, one thought keeps running through his mindY he had to marry Elizabeth or he’d die. What kind of marriage was this?! Before he can think about it anymore, he looked up, realizing his feet had taken him exactly where he wanted to be. He raised his fist. * * * * You are sitting in your living room, reading a book. Just as it is getting to the good part you hear a pounding on your door. You jump; it is the dead of night. Who would be visiting you at this hour? You grab your candle and walk to the door, opening it, only to find Will outside. “I need to talk to you,” he says before you can open your mouth. “At this hour?!” you ask, but you’re glad he came, no matter what time it was. You let him in and he settles himself in a chair at your kitchen table, putting his face in his hands, running his fingers through his curly locks. You light a couple more candles and sit down across from him, waiting for him to talk. He takes a deep breath. “I’m getting married to Elizabeth.” You feel as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed your heart. Your worst fears had been confirmed. Will could never be yours. * * * * * CHAPTER 2 – Faking It You nod, taking your eyes away from him, and you can feel the tears pooling in your eyes. You envy Elizabeth more than anyone in the world; YOU knew just about everything about Will, YOU were his best friend in the whole world, YOU were the one who loved him more than anything. So why was she the one to marry him? “OOOOOOOOHH, AAAAAHHHHH!” you scream suddenly, clutching at your stomach. “What is it?” asks Will, jumping out of his chair. “What's wrong?” “I- I have a horrible stomach ache!” you manage to gasp out. Will is at your side in a second. “Do you want me to get a doctor?” he gently puts his hand on your stomach. You scream out, falling out of your chair. “I’m sorry!” Will says, biting his lip. You scream again. “That’s it,” he says, jumping up. “I’m going to get the doctor.” He is about to run to the door, but your stop him. “No!” you say, grabbing at his foot and stopping him. “Just… leave me be…” “But- you’re hurt, you’re in pain-” “Just go,” you whisper. “Well then can I at least stay with you for the night—” “NO! JUST LEAVE ME BE! I NEED TO BE ALONE!” Will bites his lip, then runs out the door, you still yelling after him. “I DON’T NEED ANYBODY’S HELP, GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” It takes you a minute to realize he’s gone. You sit up; there was no pain in your stomach. You just did that to get him out of your house to be alone. The real pain is in your heart. Tears fall freely down your rosy cheeks, and you sob and scream. You couldn’t stay here; not with Will, only to watch him marry someone else. You had to leave, you had to get away. * * * * Your chance comes the next day. You haven’t seen Will since then, and you are working at the pub. Your shift is almost over, and you are wiping the counter off with a rag. Suddenly, the door swings open and a man walks in. He is wearing a dark cloak and a hat. The collar of his cloak is up so that you can’t really see him that well, but what you can see is dark, mysterious eyes and two braids at his chin with tons of beads in them. He sits down across from where you are standing. “Got any rum, luv?” he asks, slapping a coin on the table. His hands are extremely dirty. You nod, then reach under the counter and bring out a bottle of the amber liquid, popping the cork out off it. The man takes a great swig. “Aaah, thank ye. Now, ye seem to be a pretty girl, what be yer name?” You tell him, speaking slightly slowly and still not taking your eyes off him. “Uh huh.” He takes another sip of rum and you continue to scrub the counter, feeling the man’s eyes watching every move you make. Was he stalking you? You brush your hair out of your eyes and look at the clock on the wall. 10:30 PM. Close enough. You throw down your rag, take off your apron, grab your cloak, and move to the door. You step out into the darkness, beginning the walk to your house. Suddenly, you begin to feel uneasy. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you get the feeling you are being watched. You look behind you, but there is no one there. You continue to walk on, a little more quickly this time, but suddenly a voice calls out from the shadows. “Good evening, Miss.” You turn around, and you see it is a man, not the mysterious one you saw in the pub a few minutes ago, but a different one. He looks to be a little older than you, and have a different look about him, like he’s going to do something. “I’m afraid I must go,” you say, making your pace faster still. “Why though? Don’t you want to get to know me?” Not really, the way that tone of voice is, you think to yourself, just trying to ignore him. “Where are you going, pet?” he asks. His voice is getting louder, nearer, and so are footsteps. Now, you break into a jog, but you can hear him doing the same. “Get back here!” he suddenly yells. You pick up your skirts and run, but he is too quick for you. Just as you are about to turn a corner, he grabs you around the waist with one arm and with the other hand he rips your dress. You scream as you fall to the ground, the man trying to kiss you. “No, no, please, no, SOMEONE HELP ME!” you scream. * * * * * “No, no, please, no, SOMEONE HELP ME!” you scream. “Is that any way to treat a lady?” you hear a voice say. The man turns his head, and you try and lift yours up, but with much difficulty, since he has pinned you to the ground. It is the mysterious man you saw in the pub. He unsheathes a sword from beneath his cloak. “Let ‘er go.” The man on top of you laughs. “What?” “Ye heard me. Let ‘er go.” He takes a few steps closer to you, and you whimper in pain. The mysterious man puts his sword at the other´s jaw, moving his head up so that he is looking him in the eyes. “Ye ‘ave three seconds to get off ‘er and get out o´ ‘ere or else I´ll slit ye from navel ter nose.” (Little bit of Ever After stuff in there…) The man´s eyes are darting from the point of the sword to the man holding it. “One.” He looks up at him, as if daring him to kill him. He put the sword in closer, drawing a little blood. “Two.” The man rolls off you, but not before touching you and then runs off in the opposite direction. The mysterious man puts his sword back in its scabbard and kneels down beside you. “Are ye all righ´?” he asks. You nod, still shaken by what just happened. He puts his hand on your cheek gently. You feel his rough palm against your smooth skin. “Do ye want me ter walk ye home?” You nod again, and he helps you up off the ground, takes his cloak off and wraps it around your shoulders, and puts his arm around you. “Me name´s Jack Sparrow,” he whispers. “Captain Jack Sparrow, but since yer in shock at what just ‘appened, ye ‘ave special permission to call me Jack.” You smile slightly. You walk in silence the rest of the way, glad of Jack´s company, because you hear a few more sets of footsteps on your way back to your house. “This is it here,” you whisper when you reach it. You unlock the door and step in, but Jack comes with you. You look at him questioningly. “Ye still look like ye´ve seen a ghost. Is it all right if I stay with ye the rest of the night?” You nod. “Thank you, Jack. If you hadn´t found me, I would´ve… well…” “Been a lil too late to save?” You nod again. “´S no problem, milady,” he says, smiling. You hand him back his cloak, and he crosses the room and settles himself on the couch, using the cloak as a blanket. “Don´ worry, luv, I won´t let anyone come in during the middle o´ the night an´ try to do anythin´ to ye. G´ night, (you).” “Thanks, Jack. Good night.” You make your way into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. So… Captain Jack Sparrow, eh? You lean against the door, exhaling deeply. This just could be your ticket out of Port Royal and away from Will. * * * * * CHAPTER 4 – Rumours You awake the next morning a little past dawn. You sigh, rolling over, thinking back on everything. Jack had saved your life, Will was marrying Elizabeth. You flip the covers off you, then pull on a robe and walk out of your room to the kitchen. You pull out a couple glasses and fill them with orange juice and take a bite out of an apple. You turn as you hear footsteps coming into the room. “Mornin´,” says Jack, scratching his chest. His bare chest. You nearly drop your glass. His chest was tan and muscular, with every move he made those wonderful muscles were flexing. “Sleep well? Luv? Enjoyin´ the view, are ye?” he grinned. You come out of your trance, your eyes snapping back to his face, then, blushing furiously, give him the glass of orange juice. “Ah, thanks.” He takes a huge swig of it. “So, ye´ve been seemin´ a lil down since I met ye, is it because of that idiot from las´ night?” You nod, but that isn´t the thing that´s been on your mind for longer. “That and personal matters.” “Ah,” said Jack, setting his now empty glass down. You take another sip and then slam it down, spraying Jack with what´s left inside of it. “Watch it!” he yelled, throwing his hands up in defense. “Sorry, it´s just I REALLY need to get out of here! It´s so much to handle and there´s all this stress that it´s causingY and there´s this man…” “Say no more, luv. Do ye want to come with me on the Pearl? Ships are freedom, ye know.” You ponder on it for a moment. Just last night this was all you ever wanted… to sail away from Port Royal so that you wouldn´t have to face Will. Did you still want that? Your brain is saying “Go! Do it! Go with Jack!” But your heart is saying otherwise. “Will didn´t tell you something! He wants you here! He needs you!” “Luv?” “Okay. Let´s go.” Little did you notice the man outside your kitchen window, watching everything that happened ever since Jack stepped into the room. * * * * Jack knocked on your door. “Luv? Ye almost ready?” “Yes, you can come in,” you call. He opens the door and walks in, looking at your bags and smiling. “Praise the Lord yer not one o´ those crazy women who needs abou´ six or so bags ter be happy…” You laugh slightly. “I don´t exactly have enough to pack in six or so bags Jack…” “´S all right, luv. No one judges ye on how rich ye are, ‘s what the personality is that counts,” said Jack. You never knew a pirate could hold so much wisdom. “Thanks, Jack,” you say. “Any time, luv,” he replies with a grin. “All set?” You nod, and he takes your bag and walks out of your house. You take one last look around, sighing sadly, but then smiling. You were going on a pirate ship! With a devilishly handsome captain, you think. * * * * It was three and a half weeks until the next full moon and Will was forcing himself to walk with Elizabeth. “Will, what´s troubling you?” Elizabeth asks Will. “You´re not yourself today!” “I´m worried about my best friend,” he says quietly. “I haven´t seen her for two days, and the last time I did see her, she was in pain. I´ve been by her house a few times but there is no answer. You wouldn´t happen to know anything, would you?” he asks her, his eyes lighting up. “What´s her name?” asks Elizabeth, with a hint of jealousy in her voice. Will quietly says your name. Elizabeth gasps. “Oh, yes, I know something about her!” “What? What is it? Is she okay?” Will sounds concerned. Elizabeth fidgets a bit. “Well, I´m really surprised you don´t know this by now; the whole town´s been talking about it since she left on Tuesday!” “She left?!” shouted Will, stopping in his tracks. AWhere did she go?” “Well… Will, you know a lot about her if you´re her best friend, right?” Elizabeth says slowly. “Yes…” "Well, maybe there´s a side of her you didn´t know about.” “Elizabeth, just tell me!” Will says, getting impatient. “Okay, but this is going to come as a shock… she left with a man… no one could recognize him.” Will stares at her. “Yes, but that´s not all, there´s also the reason she left with him.” “What´s that?” “Will, a man was walking outside her house early Tuesday morning when he saw a man in her kitchen with her… shirtless.” Will nearly fell to the ground, his eyes widening. “She slept with someone?!” Elizabeth nodded. “Well, did anyone get a description of him? Because if I ever get my hands on him, I´ll-” “Yes, the man had long dark hair, dreadlocks…” Elizabeth gasped, this all adding up inside her head. “Will, she slept with Jack!” * * * * * CHAPTER 5 – The Wonders of Rum You wake on the Black Pearl a few days after your departure from Port Royal. You sigh, smiling at the thought of finally being on board with Jack. But your smile fades when Will comes into your mind. What are you to do? You thoughts are interrupted by shouts and yells from the deck above you, then hurried footsteps thundering across the deck. You hop out of bed and pull on a robe, then dash out of your room and up to the deck to see what the commotion is about. “Ye’ve had enough as it is!” came Anamaria’s exasperated voice. Jack hugged his two precious bottles of rum to him like a child holds a stuffed animal. “No. I’m a pirate! No pirate can ever have enough o’ this stuff!” he looked at her with pleading eyes. You smile, thinking Jack looks so adorable. “Jack, we’re all pirates!” said Anamaria, throwing her hands up. “An’ we NEVER drink as much as ye do!” Jack looked stumped at this one. “Well, ah, er... I’m the Captain! Yeah, so I need more!” With that, he ran off to the rooms below, having to pass you along the way. For the first time, he notices you. “’Ello, luv!” “Good morning, Jack,” you reply. “Hey, missy!” Anamaria calls. “Maybe ye can talk some sense into Jack! Ye know, take the rum away from ‘im!” “NEVER!” Jack screams, holding the rum high above his head. “Ye won’ do that to me, would ye?” You laugh, shaking your head. “I thought not,” he says. He sticks his tongue out at his crew and walks off, beckoning you to follow, which you do. He leads you down into the kitchens. “Aye, I couldn’t live without me rum! Speaking of that…” he paused, looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. “Can ye keep a secret?” “Of course,” you reply, looking at him questioningly. Jack led you out of the kitchens and to his quarters. You begin to blush a bit, unsure of exactly why he wants you in his room. He shut the door, the walked over to the rug near his bed. He lifts it up, revealing a trap door, which he opens. You roll your eyes as you look inside. “Behold!” he threw his arms up. “Me secret haven.” He grinned. “Jack Sparrow, you are THE MOST rum obsessed pirate I’ve ever met!” “Yer just noticin’?” he took a bottle out. “Wanna swig?” he holds it out to you. “Oh no,” you reply, backing away. “What? Ye scared that it’ll turn ye, a respectable woman, into a complete scoundrel?” “Yes, as a matter of fact.” “I bet ye’ve never ‘ad a drink in yer whole life. Yer as innocent as a newborn fawn!” “What? Are you MOCKING me, Jack Sparrow?!” “So what if I am? Ye belong in a convent, ye nun!” You snap, and he grins. You glare at him, then grab the bottle and take a huge swig. “Oh c’mon! Ye can do better than that…” Jack folds his arms over his chest. You glare again, then take another swig, then another. Your eyes go into slits as you down the rest of the bottle very quickly, then throwing it at Jack once you are done. “Ah, er…” he obviously didn’t expect that. “Drink up me ‘earties!” he takes a few swigs of his bottle. A few minutes later the two of you are dancing around the room, singing at the top of your lungs. “REALLY BAD EGGS!” yells Jack. “You know something, Jack?” you say, swaying around the room. “What, luv?” he asks, just as tipsy as you. “I LOVE rum! It makes me feel… GREAT! It makes me feel so good… I want… I want to…” You drop your bottle, then take a flying leap, landing straight at Jack and kiss him full on the lips. * * * * Will’s eyes widen. “JACK?!” he yells. “That’s it.” He says, moving to the door. “I’ll punch his face in, I’ll break every bone in his body, I’ll… I’LL KILL HIM! BLOODY KILL HIM!” “Will!” Elizabeth says sharply, grabbing his arm. “You can’t! We don’t know where he is…” “Then I’ll find him!” Will yells. “Then I’m coming with you!” “No,” says Will, taking her hand off his arm. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he lied. “Will, you can’t go anyway! My father will kill you if you do!” Will thinks for a moment, then sighs sadly. “You’re right. I can’t go find them.” Elizabeth smiles encouragingly, then sighs. “Two more weeks, Will, just two more weeks until we are man and wife!” “Yeah,” says Will, forcing a smile and scratching the back of his head. “Two weeks… listen, Elizabeth, I’m awfully tired, so I think I’m going to hit the sack early. G’ night.” “All right, see you soon,” she says, walking to the door as Will follows so to lock up. He heads in the opposite direction to his house. He had never intended on listening to Elizabeth; your life was more important than his. Then, something struck him as he glanced at the port he was passing. He smiles to himself, for he now knew a way to get you back and make Jack pay. |