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Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all related characters belong to Walt Disney, Gore, Jerry, Ted and Terry.
Rating: T for now.
Characters: Most of the entire cast
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth (Slight Elizabeth/Norrington)
The Chosen
Chapter 6: Another Surprise
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Julia Carlisle sat up sharply in her bed; her bangs her hair weighed down with sweat and a few wisps were stuck to her forehead, and temples. Her breaths were rapid, and so was her heartbeat. Her horrendous nightmare was so real, she could smell the smoke, felt the blood rain down against her as she was running around, trying to help the figure shrouded in light while people were battling each other all around.
“No,” she closed her eyes. She had a dream that was just as realistic a few nights ago. She never had the same type of dreams within a few months of each other, much less within the same week.
She opened her eyes and stared at her hands. They were shaking.
“No,” Julia repeated. She could not ignore the meaning, nor keep it silent from her father.
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Elizabeth felt as if her lungs were going to break through her ribs from her breathing. She had an easier time trying to breath when she wore that corset than she did as she had from running towards the ports. Her chest and legs begged her to stop and rest, but she couldn’t, not with what had happened to her husband and had no idea if he was chasing after her.
She finally slowed down when she neared the ships. Two people she cared about were victims of strange fevers and went through a small metamorphosis, and here she was running from one and going to the other. James was the one who was unsure of what was happening and eager for cure, as well as tell and show her what happened. Will did not show her and his behavior had changed.
The two marines, Murtogg and Mullroy, were standing guard in front of The Sandpiper. Both men relaxed their postures when they saw her.
“You are a bit early, Mrs. Turner,” Murtogg greeted her. “Where is Mr. Turner?”
“He can’t come,” she wasn’t sure if she could explain it to them. Did they know about what happened to James? “He won’t be joining us.”
“Should we inform the admiral?” Mullroy asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Where is he?” She could neither see James, or Captain Groves aboard deck. It was a large boat, but it was no ship.
“He is below deck,” Murtogg said, his eyes widened when Elizabeth walked past him. “What are you doing?”
“We have to leave now.”
“Can she do that?” the smaller Marine turned to his partner.
“The admiral said to guard against those uninvited,” Mullroy shrugged. “She is invited.”
“But Admiral Norrington did not officially welcome her aboard.”
Elizabeth ignored the rest of their discussion. She needed to see James. She had to tell him they had to
leave immediately and what happened to Will.
“Admiral,” she called out once she stepped on the deck. “Admiral Norrington.”
“Mrs. Turner?” James climbed the stairs from below. “We still have nearly an hour before our scheduled departure.”
“We have to leave now.”
“Now?” James’s eyebrows rose at her suggestion.
“Please,” she was aware how bold her previous statement was. “Something has happened to Will. Something I can only explain in private.”
James inhaled, but before he said anything he turned towards the stairs leading below deck. A few seconds passed before Elizabeth could hear the footsteps of Captain Groves.
“Good evening Mrs. Turner,” Groves nodded towards. “Is Mr. Turner on his way.”
“He won’t be coming,” James said. “Captain Groves, inform Sergeant Mullroy and Sergeant Murtogg to come aboard.”
-
Governor Weatherby Swann leaned back into the thick padded chair in his reading room. He held a flute of wine in his right while his left had the book he was reading steady on his lap.
“An aromatic and sweet bottle,” Swann said after taking another sip from the glass. He would not admit it to anyone besides Elizabeth, but one of his favorite parts about wine was the bubbles. He loved the soft fizzing sound the made as they rose to the surface. He loved watching their tiny bead like forms and he enjoyed they way the tickled his nose when he took a sip.
“Very fine,” he set the glass down on the wooden stand and returned his focus back to the pages. “This is not fine.” He scowled. The story was proving to be quite dull.
“Governor?” his butler knocked on the door. “You have a guest.”
“A guest?” Swann rose from his seat and set his book down on the stand. “May I inquire who it is?”
“Your son in law,” the butler choked out. He sounded too nervous for a guest to come and pay a social visit.
“What is wrong?” Swann opened the door him self and stepped back at the sight of his butler, leaning against the door with blood spilling from the cut in his throat. He felt his own color draining from him as the corpse toppled forward and landed with a sick thud on the floor.
“I told him not to announce my name,” William Turner stared at the blood stained knife in his hand. “I wanted my visit to be a surprise.”
“Will, I, what, can’t believe,” Swann stammered. He could not believe what had just occurred. He had seen men being slain before his eyes before, but one of the last people he had thought to be a murder was his own son-in-law.
“I’m sorry if his blood ruins your carpet,” Will wiped the blade against his own trousers. “As you can see I did not have enough time to move the body.”
“What is the meaning of this,” Swann organized is thoughts. “Hel-“ Will’s fingers were pressed against his mouth.
“I’m surprised that is your first question,” Will grinned.
“Elizabeth,” Swann slipped from Will’s grip. “What have you done to her? Where is she?”
“That is what I expected. She fled before I could show her what I can do.’
“You have gone mad.”
“I’m not mad. I am pleased. The world has been opened up to me and I plan to share it with my wife, but instead she went running off to Norrington.”
“She isn’t here,” Swann stepped away from him.
“I had thought so,” he frowned. “It looks like she did run off to the nice and clean admiral.” His eyes filled with a crimson light. “Looks like you will have the honor of being first instead.”
Swann froze as the light died down in Will’s eyes. “You are under a spell.” He remembered the skeletal pirates, the stories of Davy Jones. He could believe in almost anything. “That would explain it.”
“It doesn’t explain anything.” Will grabbed his arm once more and swiped.
Swann gritted his teeth when Will’s fingernails cut through his sleeve and into the flesh. “Elizabeth went to find a cure,” he tried to ignore the pain and the swimming feeling in his head. “If she went to find Admiral Norrington it was to ask for his help.”
“A pity things will be different here when they return.” The blurred vision of William faded from Swann’s sight and was replaced by darkness.
-
James Norrington waited until he was certain Elizabeth had rested before he would hear about what had happened to Will Turner. He also made certain Groves was busy, along with Murtogg and Mullroy so that they would not walk in on their conversation.
“What had happened?” Norrington leaned back. His eyes were on Elizabeth as she finished her water.
“Will has changed,” she said softly. “Like you have, but he is different.”
“He is like me?” James could feel his tail wriggling against his thigh.
“No,” she shook her head. “He is not like you. You were worried about what you had become. He never expressed any fear. He was just jealous and angry.”
“Jealous and angry, was he not aware of what was happening to him?”
“I believe he did, but he didn’t care. He forbade me from going to have dinner with you tonight.”
“While I appreciate the fact you honored your promise it is not wise to go against what your husband asks of you.”
“I knew there was something wrong when he told me not to go.” She stared into his eyes. “I felt like I had to go. I did have to go. You needed someone who can help you, James. Now we can help both you and him.”
James closed his eyes and felt his fangs with his tongue. “I wonder how long it will be before I act unusual.”
“I am not afraid of you,” Elizabeth shoved herself closer to him. “I wasn’t afraid of Will until after I returned from dinner. His tail is all black. His eyes are red, his fingernails are black and he has two sets of fangs, and horns.”
“Horns?”
“Black horns on his head,” She set the cup down. “He was afraid of you when he was in bed and called you his enemy.”
“He has become a demon?” James did not want to think about what that said about him. “Am I a demon?”
“Don’t you see? You don’t want to be a demon. You want to be human. He doesn’t seem to care at all.” Tears poured out of the corners of her eyes. “I don’t know what to think.”
“I have been chosen to be this sort of angelic like creature,” he stared at his fingers where he had the blisters. They were healed. “When I touched your husband the other day he burned my fingers.”
“There were a few blisters on his arm, and you were trying to heal him.” Her whole body shook.
“We burned each other,” everything sank in. He was chosen by a figure of light to battle against something evil. That something turned out to be William Turner. “I won’t hurt him. I vow to drive this evil out of him and cure him of his current state.” He grabbed onto her arms and pulled her close. It may be highly improper, but she needed comforting.
“Thank you.” She leaned against him.
“What are older brother figures for?” He smiled.
She raised her head. “You believe Tia Dalma will have the solution?’
“I am certain she will,” he had hoped the swamp witch would be able to cure Will. He could possibly live as an angelic figure, but Will could not spend the rest of his life possessed by a demon.
“Admiral,” Groves knocked at the door. Elizabeth sat up at the sound, just as James’s chair slid back and he toppled forward.
James’s eyes widened when his lips struck against Elizabeth’s. “Sorry,” He stood up and back away from her. “It was an accident.”
“Accident,” Elizabeth blinked. She was staring around with a smile on her face. “It was a happy accident wasn’t it?”
“Mrs. Turner?”
“Admiral?” Groves repeated.
“I feel like I’m floating,” she moved her hands around, wiggling her fingers. It was a behavior more suited for someone like Sparrow and not herself.
“Mrs. Turner?” He waved his hand in front of her for a few seconds until she stared at him. “Are you certain you are feeling quite well?”
“Our lips met,” she blinked. “And I felt like I was floating.”
“I can assure you it was an accident.” He turned to the door when he heard Groves knocking again. “In a minute, Captain.”
“I know,” Elizabeth stood up.
“Are you certain you can stand?” He offered her his hand.
“Whatever it was that I felt is over.”
“Perhaps a bit of fresh air will help.”
“I told you I am fine,” she approached the door. “But I could use some air.” She smiled and nodded at Groves before she walked past him.
“Is she fairing any better?” Groves asked. “Unless I am being too bold?”
James shook his head. “She will be better now that she had rested and told me everything.”
“Did she give you permission to share what she had told you?” Groves entered the small room.
“I may tell you since it is similar to what has happened to me,” James placed his hands behind his back. “You still believe I have become a wingless angel?”
“Something similar,” Groves nodded.
“I fear the opposite has happened to Mr. Turner.”
“Opposite, are you saying he has turned demonic?”
James sighed. “That is what Mrs. Turner has told me. She mentioned his behavior had turned and he had grown horns.”
“That would explain the blisters,” Groves pointed to James’s hands. “Hopefully when we find your cure it will also change Mr. Turner back.”
“I would hope so. I can possibly try to live the rest of my life like this. I can help many people with their ailments, but Mr. Turner would want to do the opposite.”
“And there might be a possibility the noose may not kill him.”
Norrington glared into his captain’s eyes. “Do not mention such words again. I will not harm the lad, much less kill him.”
Groves was taken aback. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” James held up a hand. “I don’t want to think about it. I am going to check on Mrs. Turner.”
-
James had found Elizabeth leaning against the rail, staring out over the sea. Her dark honey colored hair was slowly relaxing from the thick curls they were set in.
“James,” her voice was low. He was surprised she knew he was close. He thought she was too focused in what she was staring at. “How did your enchantment start?”
“It started after I woke up from a fever.” He said. “You are not feeling feverish are you?”
“Before the fever.”
“I touched the hands with what I believed to be an angel.”
“You did not kiss her?”
“No,” James wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Are you certain you are feeling quite well?”
“I am not well,” she turned to face him. Her ears had grown longer and slender, ending in points. “What have you done to me?”
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Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all related characters belong to Walt Disney, Gore, Jerry, Ted and Terry.
Rating: T for now.
Characters: Most of the entire cast
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth (Slight Elizabeth/Norrington)
The Chosen
Chapter 6: Another Surprise
-
Julia Carlisle sat up sharply in her bed; her bangs her hair weighed down with sweat and a few wisps were stuck to her forehead, and temples. Her breaths were rapid, and so was her heartbeat. Her horrendous nightmare was so real, she could smell the smoke, felt the blood rain down against her as she was running around, trying to help the figure shrouded in light while people were battling each other all around.
“No,” she closed her eyes. She had a dream that was just as realistic a few nights ago. She never had the same type of dreams within a few months of each other, much less within the same week.
She opened her eyes and stared at her hands. They were shaking.
“No,” Julia repeated. She could not ignore the meaning, nor keep it silent from her father.
-
Elizabeth felt as if her lungs were going to break through her ribs from her breathing. She had an easier time trying to breath when she wore that corset than she did as she had from running towards the ports. Her chest and legs begged her to stop and rest, but she couldn’t, not with what had happened to her husband and had no idea if he was chasing after her.
She finally slowed down when she neared the ships. Two people she cared about were victims of strange fevers and went through a small metamorphosis, and here she was running from one and going to the other. James was the one who was unsure of what was happening and eager for cure, as well as tell and show her what happened. Will did not show her and his behavior had changed.
The two marines, Murtogg and Mullroy, were standing guard in front of The Sandpiper. Both men relaxed their postures when they saw her.
“You are a bit early, Mrs. Turner,” Murtogg greeted her. “Where is Mr. Turner?”
“He can’t come,” she wasn’t sure if she could explain it to them. Did they know about what happened to James? “He won’t be joining us.”
“Should we inform the admiral?” Mullroy asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Where is he?” She could neither see James, or Captain Groves aboard deck. It was a large boat, but it was no ship.
“He is below deck,” Murtogg said, his eyes widened when Elizabeth walked past him. “What are you doing?”
“We have to leave now.”
“Can she do that?” the smaller Marine turned to his partner.
“The admiral said to guard against those uninvited,” Mullroy shrugged. “She is invited.”
“But Admiral Norrington did not officially welcome her aboard.”
Elizabeth ignored the rest of their discussion. She needed to see James. She had to tell him they had to
leave immediately and what happened to Will.
“Admiral,” she called out once she stepped on the deck. “Admiral Norrington.”
“Mrs. Turner?” James climbed the stairs from below. “We still have nearly an hour before our scheduled departure.”
“We have to leave now.”
“Now?” James’s eyebrows rose at her suggestion.
“Please,” she was aware how bold her previous statement was. “Something has happened to Will. Something I can only explain in private.”
James inhaled, but before he said anything he turned towards the stairs leading below deck. A few seconds passed before Elizabeth could hear the footsteps of Captain Groves.
“Good evening Mrs. Turner,” Groves nodded towards. “Is Mr. Turner on his way.”
“He won’t be coming,” James said. “Captain Groves, inform Sergeant Mullroy and Sergeant Murtogg to come aboard.”
-
Governor Weatherby Swann leaned back into the thick padded chair in his reading room. He held a flute of wine in his right while his left had the book he was reading steady on his lap.
“An aromatic and sweet bottle,” Swann said after taking another sip from the glass. He would not admit it to anyone besides Elizabeth, but one of his favorite parts about wine was the bubbles. He loved the soft fizzing sound the made as they rose to the surface. He loved watching their tiny bead like forms and he enjoyed they way the tickled his nose when he took a sip.
“Very fine,” he set the glass down on the wooden stand and returned his focus back to the pages. “This is not fine.” He scowled. The story was proving to be quite dull.
“Governor?” his butler knocked on the door. “You have a guest.”
“A guest?” Swann rose from his seat and set his book down on the stand. “May I inquire who it is?”
“Your son in law,” the butler choked out. He sounded too nervous for a guest to come and pay a social visit.
“What is wrong?” Swann opened the door him self and stepped back at the sight of his butler, leaning against the door with blood spilling from the cut in his throat. He felt his own color draining from him as the corpse toppled forward and landed with a sick thud on the floor.
“I told him not to announce my name,” William Turner stared at the blood stained knife in his hand. “I wanted my visit to be a surprise.”
“Will, I, what, can’t believe,” Swann stammered. He could not believe what had just occurred. He had seen men being slain before his eyes before, but one of the last people he had thought to be a murder was his own son-in-law.
“I’m sorry if his blood ruins your carpet,” Will wiped the blade against his own trousers. “As you can see I did not have enough time to move the body.”
“What is the meaning of this,” Swann organized is thoughts. “Hel-“ Will’s fingers were pressed against his mouth.
“I’m surprised that is your first question,” Will grinned.
“Elizabeth,” Swann slipped from Will’s grip. “What have you done to her? Where is she?”
“That is what I expected. She fled before I could show her what I can do.’
“You have gone mad.”
“I’m not mad. I am pleased. The world has been opened up to me and I plan to share it with my wife, but instead she went running off to Norrington.”
“She isn’t here,” Swann stepped away from him.
“I had thought so,” he frowned. “It looks like she did run off to the nice and clean admiral.” His eyes filled with a crimson light. “Looks like you will have the honor of being first instead.”
Swann froze as the light died down in Will’s eyes. “You are under a spell.” He remembered the skeletal pirates, the stories of Davy Jones. He could believe in almost anything. “That would explain it.”
“It doesn’t explain anything.” Will grabbed his arm once more and swiped.
Swann gritted his teeth when Will’s fingernails cut through his sleeve and into the flesh. “Elizabeth went to find a cure,” he tried to ignore the pain and the swimming feeling in his head. “If she went to find Admiral Norrington it was to ask for his help.”
“A pity things will be different here when they return.” The blurred vision of William faded from Swann’s sight and was replaced by darkness.
-
James Norrington waited until he was certain Elizabeth had rested before he would hear about what had happened to Will Turner. He also made certain Groves was busy, along with Murtogg and Mullroy so that they would not walk in on their conversation.
“What had happened?” Norrington leaned back. His eyes were on Elizabeth as she finished her water.
“Will has changed,” she said softly. “Like you have, but he is different.”
“He is like me?” James could feel his tail wriggling against his thigh.
“No,” she shook her head. “He is not like you. You were worried about what you had become. He never expressed any fear. He was just jealous and angry.”
“Jealous and angry, was he not aware of what was happening to him?”
“I believe he did, but he didn’t care. He forbade me from going to have dinner with you tonight.”
“While I appreciate the fact you honored your promise it is not wise to go against what your husband asks of you.”
“I knew there was something wrong when he told me not to go.” She stared into his eyes. “I felt like I had to go. I did have to go. You needed someone who can help you, James. Now we can help both you and him.”
James closed his eyes and felt his fangs with his tongue. “I wonder how long it will be before I act unusual.”
“I am not afraid of you,” Elizabeth shoved herself closer to him. “I wasn’t afraid of Will until after I returned from dinner. His tail is all black. His eyes are red, his fingernails are black and he has two sets of fangs, and horns.”
“Horns?”
“Black horns on his head,” She set the cup down. “He was afraid of you when he was in bed and called you his enemy.”
“He has become a demon?” James did not want to think about what that said about him. “Am I a demon?”
“Don’t you see? You don’t want to be a demon. You want to be human. He doesn’t seem to care at all.” Tears poured out of the corners of her eyes. “I don’t know what to think.”
“I have been chosen to be this sort of angelic like creature,” he stared at his fingers where he had the blisters. They were healed. “When I touched your husband the other day he burned my fingers.”
“There were a few blisters on his arm, and you were trying to heal him.” Her whole body shook.
“We burned each other,” everything sank in. He was chosen by a figure of light to battle against something evil. That something turned out to be William Turner. “I won’t hurt him. I vow to drive this evil out of him and cure him of his current state.” He grabbed onto her arms and pulled her close. It may be highly improper, but she needed comforting.
“Thank you.” She leaned against him.
“What are older brother figures for?” He smiled.
She raised her head. “You believe Tia Dalma will have the solution?’
“I am certain she will,” he had hoped the swamp witch would be able to cure Will. He could possibly live as an angelic figure, but Will could not spend the rest of his life possessed by a demon.
“Admiral,” Groves knocked at the door. Elizabeth sat up at the sound, just as James’s chair slid back and he toppled forward.
James’s eyes widened when his lips struck against Elizabeth’s. “Sorry,” He stood up and back away from her. “It was an accident.”
“Accident,” Elizabeth blinked. She was staring around with a smile on her face. “It was a happy accident wasn’t it?”
“Mrs. Turner?”
“Admiral?” Groves repeated.
“I feel like I’m floating,” she moved her hands around, wiggling her fingers. It was a behavior more suited for someone like Sparrow and not herself.
“Mrs. Turner?” He waved his hand in front of her for a few seconds until she stared at him. “Are you certain you are feeling quite well?”
“Our lips met,” she blinked. “And I felt like I was floating.”
“I can assure you it was an accident.” He turned to the door when he heard Groves knocking again. “In a minute, Captain.”
“I know,” Elizabeth stood up.
“Are you certain you can stand?” He offered her his hand.
“Whatever it was that I felt is over.”
“Perhaps a bit of fresh air will help.”
“I told you I am fine,” she approached the door. “But I could use some air.” She smiled and nodded at Groves before she walked past him.
“Is she fairing any better?” Groves asked. “Unless I am being too bold?”
James shook his head. “She will be better now that she had rested and told me everything.”
“Did she give you permission to share what she had told you?” Groves entered the small room.
“I may tell you since it is similar to what has happened to me,” James placed his hands behind his back. “You still believe I have become a wingless angel?”
“Something similar,” Groves nodded.
“I fear the opposite has happened to Mr. Turner.”
“Opposite, are you saying he has turned demonic?”
James sighed. “That is what Mrs. Turner has told me. She mentioned his behavior had turned and he had grown horns.”
“That would explain the blisters,” Groves pointed to James’s hands. “Hopefully when we find your cure it will also change Mr. Turner back.”
“I would hope so. I can possibly try to live the rest of my life like this. I can help many people with their ailments, but Mr. Turner would want to do the opposite.”
“And there might be a possibility the noose may not kill him.”
Norrington glared into his captain’s eyes. “Do not mention such words again. I will not harm the lad, much less kill him.”
Groves was taken aback. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” James held up a hand. “I don’t want to think about it. I am going to check on Mrs. Turner.”
-
James had found Elizabeth leaning against the rail, staring out over the sea. Her dark honey colored hair was slowly relaxing from the thick curls they were set in.
“James,” her voice was low. He was surprised she knew he was close. He thought she was too focused in what she was staring at. “How did your enchantment start?”
“It started after I woke up from a fever.” He said. “You are not feeling feverish are you?”
“Before the fever.”
“I touched the hands with what I believed to be an angel.”
“You did not kiss her?”
“No,” James wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Are you certain you are feeling quite well?”
“I am not well,” she turned to face him. Her ears had grown longer and slender, ending in points. “What have you done to me?”
-
