Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters-- I don't own anything of value, and I'm not getting any money by writing this story.
Author's Note: Sorry it took me until forever to update, I just... got extremely busy, and I'm not as interested in this story as I originally was. I'm all hyped up about the sequel I just started to outline, and I'm going to apologize now if any of these next few chapters feels rushed. I'm really only doing it subconsciously.
But, now that I brought it up, I'd like to inform my lover-ly readers that there is indeed a sequel to this story, loosely based off of the second and third movies. I'd tell you the basic gist, but... that would spoil a bit of this. I will give you the title, which is, Turtledove. Unlike this story, where the chapter titles try to match the title with my vague use of pronouns, the sequel's chapter titles (and chapters) are all based off of songs.
Because... I'm a dork.
Anyway... Enjoy this chapter, which explains EVERYTHING I left open last time! :)
It was a long and awkward car ride to wherever they were going. Will had sat in the backseat, staring out the window while his best friend and his principal bickered in the front. The radio was being turned on and off as frequently as the conversation took turns, and there was little space for Will to even inquire as to where he was going, or where he was going to live for the next few months.
Slowly, though, he recognized the landmarks and other things around him; at least, he recognized them enough to be able to slightly tell where they were going. During a random--and rare--pause in the bickering, Will interjected, "Are we going to your house, Mr. Swann?"
Jack turned to Principal Swann with a look of sheer horror, and Weatherby sighed. "How did you know?"
"I drove Elizabeth home one day..." Will said indifferently, going back to look out the window. He froze and turned back, an eyebrow raised. "Why... why are we going to your house?"
"You'll see once we get there," Weatherby said, slapping Jack's hand away from the radio once again. "Mr. Sparrow, please," he insisted. "As if driving you around isn't stressful enough, I don't need the Devil's music causing me to get even more stressed out."
"T'is not the Devil's music," Jack muttered, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. "And why don't you just drop me off at my place? I'll pay back the bail, honest..."
"Mr. Sparrow, just sit there and shut up, if you will," Weatherby snapped as he turned onto the connecting road. "We'll be there momentarily, and I can answer any and all questions then." Jack grunted his reply, shifting in his seat for the thousandth time. They drove the rest of the way in an awkward silence, with an ominous feeling looming overhead.
It was dark when Weatherby pulled into his driveway, and Will was nearly asleep in the backseat. Jack had been awfully silent and meditative, having stared out the window since the revelation of their destination. Weatherby turned off the car and turned around. "Grab your things--all of them. Have Mr. Sparrow help you. I'll be back out in a moment," he instructed, sending them both a meaningful glance. Jack rolled his eyes and scoffed, getting out of the car and moving towards the trunk. They both watched as Weatherby walked inside of his house, turning on the outdoor lights.
"What do you think this is about?"
"I dunno," Will replied, shrugging his shoulders as he grabbed two of his boxes. "But you're the one who got us into this mess, so whatever he has in store... you'll be the one getting us out of it." He slapped Jack's shoulder as he adjusted the weight of the boxes. Weatherby came back outside with a key, and motioned for the two boys to follow him. Jack picked up the rest of Will's things with a groan and an eye-roll.
"Where the fuck is he taking us?" Jack muttered to Will. "I mean, if he wants to kill us... I mean, you I could understand--fuckin' orphan an' all that," he shrugged, "but me... I got meself a family and a band... I'd be missed."
"He's not going to kill us... And thanks, Jack," Will grunted, making a mental note to punch him later, "you're a true friend"
"Anytime, whelp," he grinned. They were past the large house now, and were going further up the drive.
"Gentleman," Weatherby called behind him. "This is my garage."
"Shit... he's going to kill us, chop us up, and feed us to pigs or something," Jack stopped in his tracks, and Will kicked him in the shins.
"I doubt he has pigs in his garage," Will rolled his eyes. "Why pigs?"
"They can digest bones... they can eat a fully grown human in about three days," Jack muttered back as Weatherby unlocked his garage. Will sent him a look, and Jack shrugged. "I watch a lot of T.V."
"Obviously too much," Will rolled his eyes. They watched Weatherby open up the garage door and switch on a few lights. It was mostly empty, save a few boxes that had been labeled, "Elizabeth" and another couple labeled "Annie". Weatherby motioned for them to follow him.
"Leave the boxes there. I want to show you boys something," he said, moving towards a door in the back. He opened it up and turned on another light. When Jack and Will came closer, they noticed the staircase going up. Confused, they followed blindly.
"Shit. Fuck. Shit... Damn it," Jack was whispering as the stairs creaked upwards. "He's going to kill us, mate, he's going to kill us."
"He's not going to bloody kill us--will you shut up?" Will hissed. They reached the top landing, where another door was located. Weatherby was waiting there with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Turner," he greeted with a small smile. "This... is yours."
"Mine, sir?" Will questioned suspiciously. Weatherby smiled, handing him a key.
"Open it." He shrugged, moving out of the way. With a look of sheer confusion, Will placed the key into the lock and opened the door to reveal--
"An apartment?" He turned to Weatherby questioningly. Weatherby smiled.
"To share." He jerked his head in Jack's direction. Jack shook his head, a shocked look on his face. He regained composure and smacked Weatherby's shoulder.
"Thanks but no thanks... I got my own place," he grinned at Will. "But you have fun."
"No, Mr. Sparrow... from what I gathered from the police station, you have no home to go to. So, here you are," Weatherby smiled warmly at the two of them. He gestured for them to go back down the stairs. "Let's discuss it back at the house over a cup of coffee or something... I believe Elizabeth had baked cookies earlier..." He muttered, thinking about it. He shooed them down the stairs distractedly. "Yes... I think that's what she told me over the phone..." He shook his head, leading the boys up to the house. Jack hit Will in the chest, holding him from continuing on. Will punched Jack on the shoulder with a grunt.
"Christ, Jack... was that necessary?"
"I'm not livin' in no fuckin' apartment next to my fuckin' principal," Jack muttered back, beginning to pace anxiously. "We have to find a way out of this."
"Why? It's a place to sleep and eat... we're both eighteen... or older, in your case," Will muttered back, resuming his walk towards the house. "He can't tell us what to do!"
"These are the rules, gentleman," Weatherby said ominously as they sat around the kitchen table.
"Rules?" Jack was flabbergasted. "'m not stayin' in tha' apartment!"
"Yes, you are," Weatherby was tired and frustrated at this point, and was certainly not in the mood for Jack's antics. "As I understand it, you are this close," he motioned with his pointer finger and thumb, "to being expelled. According to the law, this is your last chance at graduating," Weatherby smiled softly at Jack, "and I want to insure that you do."
"Why d'you care?" Jack groaned, leaning back in his seat. "My family doesn't even fuckin' care--I don't even fuckin' care!"
"I'm sure that's not true," Weatherby said sympathetically, "and you are my student--of course I care," he shook his head, leaning forward to grab a cookie off of the plate. "Besides, graduating from highschool means that you will have a better opportunity to land a better job--something you wouldn't be able to do if you didn't graduate!"
"'m a musician, Bee," Jack shook his head. "Most musicians barely pass grade-school, let alone graduate from high-school!" Jack scratched his head, letting the argument drop; he knew he wasn't going to win.
"As for you, Mr. Turner," Weatherby turned to Will, "It's in your records that you were to be a foster child until eighteen, which you turned... two days ago?" Will nodded glumly, and Weatherby offered him a small smile, "and am I correct in assuming you have no where else to go?" Ashamed, Will nodded his head and hid his face, staring down at his shoes instead. Weatherby sighed, "Then you are welcome to share the apartment with Mr. Sparrow here. But if you both are to be staying on my property, you must live by my rules..." When no one objected, he continued. "First, your curfew is midnight."
"Midnight?" Jack's jaw fell to the floor. "I'm twenty-one years old, 'm not--"
"Your curfew is the same as my daughter's curfew, and it is not an unreasonable one at that," Weatherby snapped, interrupting Jack's tangeant from continuing. With a nod, he continued, "There is a phone in your apartment. I will call it at the stroke of midnight... if I go to voicemail, I will come to the apartment, if either one of you aren't there, you will lose any and all priveleges."
"Priveleges?" Will asked, confused.
"You will be grounded."
"Grounded?" Will continued, still not comprehending.
"I will take away your car keys, your phone, and you won't be able to go out at all for... a week, we shall say," Weatherby said.
Will nodded, but Jack just sat there, staring at Weatherby for the longest time muttering over and over, "I can't fucking believe this..." There was a moment, and Jack took it to interject with, "Do my parents know about this?"
"You mean your mother? Of course she does," Weatherby nodded, reaching into his pocket. "She's off to Vegas with Edward... she said," he shrugged his shoulders, "Edward Teague, or something," he pulled out a letter and handed it to Jack. "She was delighted with the idea for someone to keep track of you while she's away... it's all in there," Weatherby took a cookie off of the plate and took a bite, pondering to himself as Jack disbelievingly read the letter. "Where was I?"
"Curfew... shortly thereafter," Will said quietly, watching Jack curiously.
"Right, right," Weatherby nodded. "The same grounding rules will apply for any grade below a 'B' on your report cards," he waved a hand at Jack's attempt to interrupt. "You heard me," he solidified the warning.
"Jus' makin' sure," Jack grunted, folding his arms over his chest.
"You are to keep the apartment tidy, though I will allow you to decorate it however you like," Weatherby shrugged. "In addition, you will each take turns mowing the front lawn..." Neither one interjected, and Weatherby seemed pleased, "About one every two weeks or so," he shrugged. He finished off the cookie and rubbed his hands together to rid himself of the crumbs. "Also, we have dinner together, every night, at seven... you are not to miss it. All homework shall be done before seven," he added, leaning back in his chair to regard the two boys, "and after dinner, I shall check to make sure it's done."
"Do you want our fingerprints as well? Perhaps a mugshot?" Jack questioned Weatherby sarcastically. "After all, it seems like a fuckin' prison!"
"Swearing... is prohibited, Mr. Sparrow," Weatherby said with a wry smile. "In fact... we have what we call a swear jar. Every time a foul word comes out of your mouth, you've got to put a quarter in the jar..." His smile grew, "For every F-bomb, it's a dollar."
"A dollar?" Jack quirked a brow at the older man. "Fuck that shit," he chuckled, leaning back in his seat. Weatherby smirked.
"Don't tempt me, Sparrow. I'll let that one go. Next time, you pay up or you'll regret it," Mr. Swann smiled at the two boys. "I believe that's everything..." He nodded, "But it's really too dark for you to set up now... We have a spare bedroom upstairs, and there's a pull-out couch in the living room."
"I'll take the bedroom," Jack said instantly, grinning at Will. "Snooze ya lose..." He called as he jogged up the stairs. Weatherby sighed, standing up from the table and offering Will an apologetic stare.
Will shook his head, "The pull-out couch will be fine." He stood up and reached his hand across the table, "Thank you, sir, for your generosity." Weatherby grasped Will's hand heartily, giving it a good shake.
"It's the least I can do..." Weatherby nodded. "After all, when Elizabeth told me--"
"Elizabeth?" Will questioned curiously, his head tilting to the side curiously.
"Yes, of course--this was all her idea after all!" Weatherby smiled. "She told me that you were in a bit of trouble, and so was your friend... when she explained everything to me, I told her that there was really nothing that could be done," he rolled his eyes and said under his breath, "my memory's a bit fuzzy, and I forgot about the apartment above the garage..." With a chuckle he continued,
"This was really all her idea."
"Well... I'll have to thank her, then," Will nodded, still staring at his principal curiously.
"She should be home soon..." Weatherby said off-handedly, glancing at the clock. "Well... I'm heading up. If you have any problems, I'm sure Elizabeth would be happy to help..." With an awkward pat on Will's shoulder, Weatherby walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, leaving a very shocked Will Turner in his wake.
Watching Weatherby walk up the stairs, Will sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was a very awkward situation; he was all alone in his principal's house, and he was terribly thirsty. Was he allowed to have a glass of milk? Where did they keep the glasses? "Where do they keep the bloody milk?" Will grunted, searching through the cabinets for a glass.
"In the fridge, like most normal people do."
Will jumped up at the sound of her voice, turning around with a red face. He looked like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar a few minutes before supper, and she couldn't help but giggle. "They're in the second cabinet on the right... above the sink," she whispered, smiling at him. "Grab two."
He grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet and placed them on the island in the middle of the kitchen. She was holding a plate full of food in one hand, and the gallon of milk in the other. She kicked the door shut with her foot, placing the milk on the table. She walked towards the cabinets again, pulled out a drawer, and grabbed a fork. She turned back to see him staring at her. "Did you want something?"
He shook his head, turning to pour the milk. He handed her a glass and took up his own. She started to eat her dinner, every so often looking up at him. After a while, she grew tired of his silence. "...are you ever going to talk to me?"
He shrugged with a tiny little smirk on his face. "Are you going to tell me why you told your father my life story?"
She sighed, pulling a stool around and sitting on it. She continued chewing, thinking about how to phrase it. "I'm not playing that game," she said simply, taking another bite out of her dinner. When he continued to stare at her, she swallowed quickly and added, "The question game... where all we ever do is ask each other questions and no one ever gets any answers..." He shrugged, grabbing a stool as well. He sat opposite of her on the island, and she continued eating. "If I didn't tell my father, what would you be doing right now?"
"I thought you weren't playing that game," Will said smartly, taking a long drink from his milk. "I'd probably be crashing at Ana Maria's... she offered..."
"For how long?"
"Until I got my own place..." Will said defensively. "Just like it's going to be--"
"Will," she interrupted, turning her bright brown eyes up to him. "I felt horrible after treating you so poorly. I felt like I took advantage of you in some way after Jack's party, and after you poured your heart out... I knew that if I didn't do something to help you... I'd regret it." She quirked her head to the side, "and I don't want to have regrets."
"But what about Jack?" He said quickly, trying to avoid awkward subjects.
"What about him?" She said, just as defensively. She turned back to her dinner.
"You hate him."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she snorted. "Are you going to tell me we're sitting in a kitchen, drinking milk?" Her sarcasm was almost biting, but her smile made up for it. "I do, yes."
"Then why invite him to live with you?" Will asked her what he deemed to be the obvious question in the air. Elizabeth sighed.
"Because I hate him," she said easily. At his incredulous look, she sighed. "Look-- if he failed high school, he'd be stuck here, in Riverside, forever. If he passes, he has a chance of going somewhere... somewhere far, far, far away from me." She giggled, standing up to place her plate in the sink."Do you get it?"
He stared at her for the longest time before answering, simply, "No. Not at all."
"Fine," she said smartly, crossing back to the island and plopping down on her stool. "Then I did it so you wouldn't be lonely. Make better sense now?"
"A little, thanks," he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Well... as much as I appreciate you helping me out... how is this going to go with your 'we can't be friends during school' scenario?" He asked her sarcastically. "I think the news might get out. Especially since Jack is here."
"I thought we changed that when you helped me sneak out of that party yesterday," Elizabeth said softly, looking down at her hands. "I mean... I didn't expect you to want to be the best of friends right away, but I definitely thought you'd forgive me."
"I suppose... that might have changed some things," Will admitted with a long sigh. "Between us, most definitely," he paused, searching for the right way to say it, before deciding to just continue, "but it was a private matter. I didn't know if you'd want to keep it private, or..."
"I'm not going to hold hands and skip across campus with you, no," she shook her head with a laugh. "But if anyone were to ask me, I'd let them know I think of you as one of my closest friends."
The silence that fell afterwards was deafening. He was watching her, and she was watching him. Finally, he smiled and yawned. "It's getting late," he said quietly. "And I have to work tomorrow..." He trailed off as he thought about things. "Shit. My car'll be at... the Smith's..."
"My foster parents... Stella and Mark," Will said awkwardly, finishing off his milk to avoid saying anything else.
"I'll drive you," she offered quickly, also attempting to avoid the topic. "I can drive you there, and you can pick up your car... or I could just drive you to work..."
"You don't have to..."
"I should, though, good karma," she smiled with a wink. "Besides... how many times have you driven me away from trouble, now, Mr. Turner?" She joked, her giggle echoing around the kitchen. "What time are you working?"
"Seven," he said.
"In the morning..."
"Buzz kill," she glowered playfully. "Well, seeing as how it's... close to two," she glanced at the microwave clock. "What's say we just watch movies until six-thirty?" At his incredulous stare, she shrugged, "Four and a half hours of sleep is not going to do much for you... you might as well stay up."
"All right, what movie did you have in mind?" Will asked, placing his glass in the sink and following her into a different room. There was a large couch and an even larger television. She smiled.
"Take your pick, Mr. Turner," she joked again, gesturing to the shelves. "We have just about everything."
He walked up to the massive shelves and looked at everything from A Streetcar Named Desire to Mean Girls, and loads more in between. "I think I'm up for a comedy."
"A chick flick comedy, or a comedy-comedy?"
"Dunno... what would you suggest?" He turned to look at her to see that she was directly behind him, staring at the shelves. He blushed a horrible red at her closeness, turning back to the shelves with a forced cough.
"Bend it Like Beckham is hilarious."
"And Keira Knightley's gorgeous, so I have no objections," he reasoned. She laughed, pulling it out of the collection and placing it into the player.
"You know," she said as she settled into the couch, placing a blanket on top of her bare legs, "people say I look a lot like her."
Will looked her up and down as the opening credits began to roll before he smiled.
"I don't see it."
"Well, that's a sight I thought I'd never see."
It was right in his ear, startling him. He jumped up, only to find another person's weight on top of him. He closed his eyes tighter before opening them wide to see Elizabeth snuggled firmly into his chest. His head snapped to see Jack staring at him from the armchair next to their couch grinning. "I just thought I'd do the waking before Bee wakes up."
"Mornin', James," Elizabeth yawned from her position on top of Will. She blinked before staring up at him. He offered her a small smile, and she jumped back and blushed in response. "Sorry... Will..."
"Aw, don' be sorry!" Jack grinned, rubbing his hands together animatedly. "You two looked so... cute. Two peas in a pod, I'd say..."
"Shut it, Sparrow," Elizabeth snapped. "What time is it?"
"Eight-thirty," Jack glanced at the DVD player clock. "Why?"
"Shit!" Will jumped up, running a hand through his hair. He pulled out his phone and checked the time, "SHIT!" He said, louder. He flipped open the little phone and pressed a button, walking out of the room in a daze.
"What's up his--"
"He's about an hour late for work... and we haven't even brushed our teeth," Elizabeth huffed, pushing herself off the couch. She ran a hand through her tousseled locks, sighed, and turned the television off. "If Will comes back, tell him I'm just getting my father's keys..."
"Will do," Jack said offhandedly, staring at his nails disinterestedly. He looked up and she was gone, and he grinned. "'Bout time..."
"...very sick, Mr. Brown... you understand..." Will's voice came from the kitchen. "It'll never happen again..." He cut off as he walked back into the room, an apple in his hand. "Sure... I'll... yes," he seemed to be attempting to get a word in, because all Jack could hear was yelling coming from Will's phone. "Day off... yessir. Terribly so--" He looked at his phone's screen. "He hung up," he said softly, landing on the couch with a groan. "Damn it."
"Sorry, mate. I had no idea you had to be up that early," Jack shrugged, rubbing his hands together. "Think of it this way... now we've got all fucking day to move into our apartment!" The sarcasm in Jack's voice made Will smile, and the thoughts of Mr. Brown and his lecture was far from his mind.
"We should paint it," Will suggested, and Jack grinned.
"Not pink, I hope." Will smacked Jack's arm.
"Nah... not pink," he grinned as well, leaning back and relishing the comfort the couch brought. Just as he was about to drift back to sleep, a frantic Elizabeth had walked back into the room.
"Get up! We've got to--"
"Relax!" Jack said quickly, cutting her off. Will groaned and opened his eyes. He turned to her and smiled.
"Mr. Brown's letting it go... I have the day off today," he shrugged. "We're never really busy on a Sunday anyway."
"Oh," Elizabeth said softly, plopping down on the couch beside him. The awkward trio sat in silence for a bit before she said, calmly, "Do you still want to run and get your car?"
"Um," Will looked at his hands, tossing the idea around in his head. "Sure."
"Let's go, then," Elizabeth said easily, getting up. "We'll hit someplace for breakfast, too. Might as well," she shrugged, turning to Jack. "Want to come?"
Jack opened his mouth to retort a quick, 'no', before he closed it again. If he didn't go with them, he'd have to stay there. Which would mean that he would have to spend more time with Weatherby, which was not an option. With a groan, he nodded his head.
"Might as well."
To be continued...
Finishing Notes: I learned that pig fact from watching... CSI, maybe? I watch a lot of television myself, so...
Timeline of Events In case anyone is still confused:
Jack is arrested the night before close to midnight.
Will takes Elizabeth home still close to midnight.
Elizabeth is telling her father everything at the kitchen table when the doorbell rings. About half past one in the morning.
Elizabeth finds her shoes.
Next Day Jack and Barbossa get into an argument in their cell.
Mr. Swann has a conversation with the DA about dropping Jack's charges on the condition that Jack would stay with Mr. Swann until he graduated high school. about noon
Mr. Swann posts Jack's bail. around two in the afternoon
Mr. Swann takes Jack from the county jail, and has him call Will. around three
They arrive at Will's house, and stay for dinner. around five
They are taken back to Weatherby's house. around ten.
And the rest is history. xDD
Coming up next time: Will, Elizabeth, and Jack sit down to breakfast, and chaos insues... Jack's given the biggest opportune moment of his life, and Will makes a large decision that could cost him a relationship with Elizabeth.
Thanks for reading!