Here it is, the first chapter of my new fic! Please R&R and enjoy! It's not dissimilar to There All Along, but this time he knows she is there so allows for a lot more script variation... yeah I'm gonna stop rambling now and let you read :D xxx
"Jack, once you are done posing would it be too much to ask for some help?"
He looked down at me from his position upon the mast. I had to admit, he looked dangerously handsome up there. But now was not the time for "posing", as I had called it. The boat was filling up with water and one person alone was not enough to empty it. Not that two people would really suffice either, but at least we would be able to keep it afloat a little longer.
"Sorry, love." He said, jumping down and picking up a bucket. "Just thought you were doing such a good job and didn't want to interfere." I raised an eyebrow at his excuse and got back to emptying the water over the side of the boat. A few moments later, I noticed Jack stand and followed his gaze. A large rock in the shape of an arch stood not far from us, and in the arch hung three skeletons, still clothed. PIRATES YE BE WARNED, the sign hanging next to them said. I stood up too and we both removed out hats, holding them to our chest and saluting the deceased.
Whilst we had stopped emptying the water to honour the dead, the water had not stopped coming in and so by the time we sat down again we realised there was no point trying to stop what was inevitable. Instead, we both climbed to the very highest point of the mast and held on to the flag pole. Thankfully there was a dock not too far, and amazingly the boat managed to make it there before it sunk completely. We stepped off the mast onto the wooden dock, which was level with said mast by the time we got there, and walked down it as if nothing unusual had just happened, ignoring the curious and confused glances people were giving us. Jack brushed past a man in a cream coloured coat who turned around.
"Hold up there, you!" he called after us. We turned and walked back to him. "It's a shilling to die up your boat to the dock." We all looked to where our boat was, the flag pole just poking up out of the water. "And I shall need to know your names." I was about to tell the man that, technically, we hadn't actually tied the boat up, when Jack reached into his pocket.
"What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name?" he grinned, laying three silver shillings on the man's open log book. He looked at us for a moment, and then realised that this was a good offer.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr and Mrs Smith." He smiled. Jack brought his hands together as you would do to pray, and then we all turned and continued on our way. As we walked past a black desk standing at the corner, Jack paused. He reached out and grabbed a small purse that had been left on it and shook it. Hearing that there was money in it, far more than the three shillings he had just given the harbourmaster, he pocketed it and we continued to walk away.
As we got off the dock, we heard music playing from the large stone fort.
"Sounds like some special ceremony." I grinned. That would make our job here easier as most of the townsfolk would be in attendance.
"Aye." Jack returned my grin and we looked around, spying a large ship which we went towards. "This way." As we headed down a wooden ramp, two men cut in front of us. They were dressed in a uniform consisting of white breeches, a white shirt and a red jacket. A black hat completed the ensemble. I studied the two men. One was chubby and one was skinny, and both looked equally dim-witted. They reminded me a lot of two of our previous crew members, only of a higher class; Pintel and Ragetti. From the look Jack gave me, I knew he had seen the resemblance too. And if they were, in fact, anything like our former crew members, we would know exactly how to handle them.
"This dock is off limits to civilians." The skinny one informed us.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you." Jack replied before moving to step around the men. They blocked our path again, though, and looked at us as menacingly as they could.
"Apparently there's some high-toned and fancy to-do at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?" Jack was doing a good job of looking genuinely confused, although he had had a lot of practice of it over the years.
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Skinny said.
"It's a fine goal, to be sure." Jack nodded. "But it seems to me, a ship like that," he gestured to a second ship further out to sea, "makes this one here a bit superfluous, really." The two men, who had moved in front of Jack as he went to gesture to the ship, looked at him. Skinny nodded.
"Oh the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed."
Jack raised a finger to his chin.
"I've heard of one. Supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable." He glanced between them. "The Black Pearl."
Tubby started to laugh. "Well, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor."
Skinny, meanwhile, had paled and looked at his companion.
"Black Pearl is a real ship." He said.
Tubby looked at him and shook his head. "No. No, it's not."
"Yes it is. I've seen it!"
"You've seen it?"
"You haven't seen it!"
"Yes, I have."
Jack and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Definitely like Pintel and Ragetti, I decided.
"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
"No." Tubby repeated, and turned back to us. Skinny wasn't finished yet, though.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails."
"Oh. And no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails…"
I stopped listening here, as Jack nudged me and indicated towards the ship, the Interceptor, with his head. I nodded, and we walked away quietly, leaving the men to their debate.
We were on board the ship and standing by the helm by the time Tubby and Skinny realised.
"Hey! You two! Get away from there! You don't have permission to be aboard there, mates." Tubby called as he and Skinny climbed up to the helm, pointing their weapons at us.
"I'm sorry, it's just such a pretty boat."
"Ship." I corrected, quickly.
"What are your names?" Skinny asked.
"Smith! Or Smithy, if you like. And this is my wife." Jack introduced us.
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, 'Mr Smith'?" Tubby asked.
"Yeah, and no lies!" Skinny put in.
"All right then. I confess." Jack stepped away from the helm. "It is our intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out." I bit back a smirk as he used my tried-and-tested method of lying by telling the truth.
"I said no lies!" Skinny moaned.
"I think he's telling the truth." Tubby muttered to him.
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us." Skinny pointed out.
"Unless of course he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." I suggested, smirking. They both frowned, and my smirk grew. Oh how I loved confusing people!
"If that be true, it is our duty to escort you to the prison for attempted piracy." Skinny informed us.
"Aye, but how do you know if it's true or not?" Jack grinned.
"Well… you look like pirates." Skinny began.
"And you're not from around here." Tubby put in quickly.
"And no one who is not from around here could possibly be anything other than a pirate?" I asked, still smirking. They both hesitated.
"Well… when you put it that way…" Skinny stuttered at last.