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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, Jack/Anamaria, A hint of Sparrington
The Chosen
Chapter 7: Annoyances
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William Turner slowly circled around the sleeping governor, feeling the end of his serpentine tail flicker back and forth. There are so many new uses for his new appendage. He couldn’t wait to test it even further. There was the nagging feeling at the back of his mind, telling him to fight of the new urges and desires, telling him it isn’t right and that he needed help. Will put a firm foot down against those thoughts.
Governor Swann’s wig had come loose when he collapsed, the mass of gray curls were an inch away from his head. That wasn’t what had caught Will’s attention. He had stared at Swann’s fingernails, as they grew darker and longer. Soon the older man will awaken as a Minion.
Swann woke with a groan and a mutter. “That wasn’t proper behavior.”
“I’m sorry,” Will grinned. “I know I should have asked first.”
“You misunderstood dear boy,” the governor sat up. “Killing my butler was improper behavior.”
Will sighed and shrugged. “I do not know how many times I can say that I am sorry.”
“I believe you have apologized enough,” Swann blinked. His irises have darkened and the sclera had turned golden yellow. “It still is a bit of a mess.”
“I will create more Minions and have them clean it up for you.”
“Minion’s,” Swann stared at his fingers. “Is that what I am?”
“I believe it is a fitting title for all my servants.”
“Should I call you master?”
“You may address me by my first name, you are family.”
“Of course William,” he bent down to pick up his wig, thought better of it and straightened his back. “I hope I no longer have to wear that thing.”
“You have to keep up the appearance of Governor,” Will pointed at his Minion’s hands. “You might want to wear gloves, except when you are to change someone into a minion.”
“I have the gift?” The Minion stared at his claws.
“Yes you do.”
“Exciting.”
“I believe the next few days will be exciting in deed. We should rest now.” Tomorrow he was going to build his arm, starting with his business partner.
“What about that?” Swann pointed at the corpse.
“Yes that,” Will frowned. “Can’t have that smelling up the place, now can we. You may alert the authorities. Tell them you had a break in and the murderer had escaped.”
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James stared at Elizabeth’s altered ears; his mind drew a total blank. He had no idea what to say or could even explain how it happened.
“What did you do to me?” Elizabeth repeated, her voice warbled out of fear.
“I’m,” James felt his own ears as he faltered for the words. “I’m not sure how this happened.”
“You changed me,” Elizabeth fought back the tears that were forming in her eyes. “It was that kiss. My head felt like it floated away from my body and now this.” She pointed to her ears. “And these,” she held out her hands. Her fingernails were as white as his.
“I still cannot explain how this happened,” James stared at his own hands. “I don’t even know what is happening to me.”
“What else will happen?” Elizabeth asked. “Will I grow a tail and horns? Will my eyes glow and will I grow fangs?” She paused for a breath. “Do I have fangs?”
He stared at her mouth and teeth. Her eyeteeth were the length as most normal humans. “No, you do not have any fangs.”
“For how long?”
“I wish I knew,” his tail felt like it was about to break through it’s binding. “I have no idea what has happened to me, or you, or Mr. Turner.”
“How do I know you didn’t transform my husband,” she glared at him. “You sent him into a near coma when you touched him.”
“I am certain I have nothing to do with Mr. Turner’s change.” He grabbed onto the rail and stared up at the stars. “I believe it may have started while I was still aboard the Naiad. I had an aversion to him. I could sense there was something different. I thought he was changing into the same creature as me, but he is different.”
“My husband is a demon,” Elizabeth’s reserves broke and tears dribbled down the corners of her eyes. “You are like the angel in Julia’s panting and I have the appearance of an elf.”
James did not want to mention the similarities to her appearance and the mythical creature. The idea didn’t even cross his mind until she had mentioned it.
“Do I look like an elf?”
“You are too tall to be an elf,” he held down his hand and waved it in front of his knees. “They were about this tall. Now someone as short as Cutler Beckett would have been able to pass for an elf.” He kept from smiling until the corners of her mouth had turned up. “Tia Dalma will have the answers. She helped you pull Jack Sparrow out from Purgatory. She kept me from dying. She will find a way.”
“I have hope, but there is an uncertainty.”
“Have hope, believe and pray,” he brushed away one of her tears with his thumb.
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James had decided to wait until he had the answers he was seeking before he informed the two marines. He also convinced Elizabeth to show Groves what happened to her.
“It isn’t quite contagious is it?” Groves asked with his hand over his mouth.
“It happened by accident,” Elizabeth restyled her hair to where it would cover her ears. “And both the admiral and I are too proper to explain how.”
“Obviously not by an embrace,” Groves said.
James shook his head. “No, not by an embrace.”
“Not an embrace,” Groves furrowed his brows before he blinked. “Your lips met?”
James coughed into his fist. “Precisely.”
“Her ears are not exactly like yours,” Groves said. “Admiral, your ears are not pointed and they are a bit feathery.”
“I have no idea why, or why I caused Elizabeth to change.”
“Tia Dalma will explain,” Elizabeth shuffled her feet.
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They were not the only ones who needed to see Tia Dalma. James’s mind went through every vulgar word he had heard in Tortuga when he saw the familiar dark ship with black sails. Of all the ships in the Caribbean, why did the Black Pearl have to be stationed near the swamp?
“There are not enough of us to fight them,” Murtogg said as both he and Mullroy prepared the long boat.
“We are not going to fight them,” Mullroy said. “Captain Sparrow and the Admiral have a bargain.”
Murtogg nodded. “Does Captain Sparrow know that the Admiral isn’t hunting him down?”
“He may not,” James said as Groves climbed down into the boat. “I will have to explain.” He pointed at the two marines. “If they try to board try to remind them of the bargain.”
“Use Parlay if you have to,” Elizabeth added.
“Now Mrs. Turner,” James wagged his finger at her while trying not to smile. “I don’t want to see you order my soldiers around.”
“It was just a suggestion,” Elizabeth crossed her arms.
“Of course it is, and I appreciate it.”
-
James had wondered if and when he will see the notorious pirate captain. There was a possibility Sparrow had his own questions answered or received whatever it was he wanted. James had hoped the pirate would not be around. He was the last thing he needed considering all that was happening.
Sadly, it appears things were not going to go smoothly for him. As they neared the rickety ladder leading to the hut another long boat came into view, carrying Sparrow, Mr. Gibbs, a young pirate woman and Pintel and Ragetti.
“It looks like we are going to meet up with our old friends,” Groves said in a tense tone.
“Unfortunately,” James nodded.
“Commodore,” Gibbs was the first of Jack’s crew to speak. “I mean Admiral.”
“What are you doing here?” Jack nearly stood up, but was pulled down by the woman. “You remember we have struck an accord.”
“Admiral Norrington wants nothing to do with you,” Groves answered.
Jack Sparrow tapped his chest. “You have wounded me.’
“They were not trying to hunt you down,” Elizabeth said while Groves tied the boat secure to the bottom rung. “We are here to see Tia Dalma.”
“That’s why the captain is here,” Ragetti said. “He needed to see Tia Dalma ab-“ Pintel’s hand grabbed onto his mouth, silencing him.
“The Captain doesn’t want all his secrets to be known to the Royal Navy,” Pintel lectured.
Ragetti removed the older pirate’s fingers off his mouth. “It isn’t serious. Jack just needs-“
“Shhh,” Pintel hissed. “That mouth of yers is going to get us all in trouble one day.’
“Both your mouths will,” the pirate woman smacked the sides of their heads.
“Hmmm,” Jack stared at the two idiots. “You two mind the boat.”
“They can mind both our boats,” James stepped out of the boat.
“Here now,” Jack scrambled up after him. “Who says you can go visit Tia first?”
“He is an admiral,” Groves stood up. “While you are just a captain.”
Jack furrowed his brows. “That does seem logical,” he tapped his chin. “Now does it.”
“He also got out of the boat first,” Gibbs said. “And ye knows it’s bad luck to cut in front of the man who left the boat first.”
“Logical and more logically,” Jack stared up before his eyes rested on Norrington. “There is something different about you, Admiral. You seem to be a bit prettier than usual.”
James closed his eyes. He was not going to allow the pirate to get under his skin.
“And you smell funny.”
“Sparrow,” James addressed the man in a low tone. It was not the reuse of the childish jibe Sparrow had used when James had fallen onto harsh times that got to him. He simply did not have the time to deal with Sparrow’s tomfoolery.
“Like you are one to talk,” Groves pointed at the pirate captain.
“No not that kind of funny,” Jack waved a hand around. “Funny as in strange, funny as in he smells too nice.” He leaned forward and inhaled. “You smell like a woman.”
“It’s called bathing,” Elizabeth glared at him. “Something you still haven’t heard of.”
“We are not going to get anywhere by just standing around and bickering,” the other woman said. She was right.
“We should all just go in together,” Elizabeth said.
“Mrs. Turner is right. Miss Dalma will have faster time trying to solve both our problems at once.” James reached for the door and sighed. It appeared Sparrow was going to know about his condition after all.
-
Tia Dalma had addressed them all with warm greeting and invitation to take their seats before she went to her kitchen to bring them all something to drink. James had noticed the way the swamp witch had stared at him and seemed to sigh when she looked at Elizabeth. The woman already knew.
“Been a while,” Jack stretched out on his chair and placed his feet up on a near empty table. “How is married life going for ye, Lizzie?”
The reserves were broken again. Elizabeth buried her face in her hands and wept.
“That bad?” Jack’s voice was joking but his eyes were full of concern.
“Jack,” Anamaria snapped.
“Dear lord,” Gibbs face fell. “When did the poor lad die?”
“He’s not dead,” Elizabeth choked out.
“It’s worse than you think,” Groves said.
“He didn’t leave her,” Jack blinked.
“It is much worse,” James glared.
“Much worse than any of you can imagine,” Tia Dalma entered carrying a tray with tankards. She lowered the tray in front of Elizabeth first. “It is juice, warm juice from the berries, mixed with honey, known to be good for sore throats.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth said weakly before she took one of the tankards.
Tia held the tray out in front of Groves before she brought it in front of James. “Here you go Admiral, you have grown quite heraldic since we have last met.”
“Thank you,” James accepted a tankard and took a sip. The fruit drink warmed his throat. He looked up at her as her words sank in. Had he turned into an angel?
“Now Tia, love,” Jack sat up. “I thought you were done with the knowing.”
“You have come to see me because I know,” she brought the tray around to Anamaria and Gibbs before she approached Jack. “And I know James Norrington is the Chosen and Elizabeth Turner is his first Favorite.”
Groves nearly spat out his juice. “Miss Dalma, I don’t know what you are implying but the relationship between Admiral Norrington and Mrs. Turner is pure friendship.”
“It is what they have become,” Tia set the empty tray down. “Show them your ears.”
“I’ll go first,” Elizabeth set her tankard down and pulled her hair back.
“Mother of God,” Gibbs gasped.
“Are they real?” Jack nearly leapt out his chair before he ran up to Elizabeth. He grasped onto the points of Elizabeth’s ears. “They feel real.”
“Jack,” Elizabeth pulled his arms down.
“I made her like that,” James removed his hat and wig and knew it was a mistake. Sparrow had stepped away from Elizabeth and grabbed onto his ears. “Mr. Sparrow, if you please.”
“They are not fuzzy,” Jack said after he had finished rubbing James’s ears. “Feels like feathers.”
“Stop,” James bared his teeth and fangs at the pirate.
Jack stepped back and opened his own mouth before he pointed at own teeth.
“Yes I also have fangs and a tail.”
“Show them your tail,” Tia Dalma commanded. “Show them what you are.”
James closed his eyes as he carefully undid the binding. His tail slid out through the original hole. “Here,” he stood up and turned towards the pirates while his tail swayed to and fro.
“Good Jesus Mary and Joseph,” Gibbs made the sign of the cross over his chest. “How did this happen to ye, Admiral?”
“We were pulled towards a beam of light. My men collapsed and I came face to face with a mysterious be-“ He froze when he felt a pair of hands on his tail.
“Jack,” Elizabeth scolded.
“It’s a nice tail,” Jack rubbed the tufted end with his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind having a tail meself.”
“You cannot have a tail,” Tia Dalma placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “James Norrington is the Chosen, either he or Elizabeth can make you into a favorite.”
“What have I been chosen for?” James asked.
“What has happened to my husband?” Elizabeth asked.
“And how can we reverse this?” Groves added.
“Until the battle has been played out,” Tia Dalma said. “Two messengers have chosen their champions. One is from Heaven and the other from Hell. James Norrington was selected by the messenger from Heaven.”
“Will,” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “He had been selected by the one from hell?”
Tia nodded her head. “There will be a great battle between the forces. William Turner is creating his Minions and James must create his Favorites.”
“The Admiral has been turned into an angel?” Anamaria asked.
“He has been given angelic attributes. He can heal, repair, and protect.”
“I do not remember any angels with tails and fangs,” Anamaria said.
“Have anyone of us, besides James, ever see an angel?” Tia Dalma asked.
“I don’t remember seeing any tail or fangs,” James said. He still felt drained from the onus that he learned was placed on them. “Although I wasn’t looking.”
“We are to go back to Port Royal and fight against Turner and his army?” Groves asked.
“How do I drive this evil out of him?” James asked. “How do we cure him and will I be normal after this battle?”
“Everything will return to normal once the battle is over,” Tia Dalma said. “And you will need three things to cure poor William Turner. You will need the love from his wife.”
“He already has that,” Elizabeth told her.
“He will need the Dove’s Cross and he will need a mixture of Elizabeth’s tears, James’s blood and holy water.”
“We have no means to find this cross,” Groves said.
“Actually we do,” Gibbs turned to face Jack and was followed by Anamaria and Elizabeth.
“Your broken compass,” James said, knowing full that it was not broken but enchanted.
“We are going to find this cross,” Jack stared at his compass. “Together.”
“It seems we have a new accord,” James grinned. “Savvy?”
Jack pointed at him, blinked and turned to Gibbs. “He’s been a pirate fer less than a week and he has picked up on my habits.” He grinned from ear to ear. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this proud.”
“Captain Groves and Mrs. Turner and I will return to Port Royal to try to combine the ingredients and hold off Mr. Turner.”
“We can do this?” Groves asked.
James nodded. “We can.”
“You will need to turn your Navy into Favorites,” Tia said. “In the same matter as Elizabeth.”
“You want me to kiss my men?” James asked.
“You two kissed each other?” Jack pointed at both James and Elizabeth.
“It was an accident,” James and Elizabeth said at once.
“It may be an accident,” Tia held up a finger. “But a kiss is a still a kiss. Both James and Elizabeth can change humans into Favorites.”
“Admiral I respect you dearly,” Groves cleared his throat. “But I may have to request the kiss from Mrs. Turner since she can also change me.”
“This is for Will,” Elizabeth closed her eyes as she and Groves kissed.
“Captain Sparrow I request that I change your crew as well,” James said. “You may come across a Minion.” He bowed before Anamaria. “Miss Anamaria if you don’t mind.”
“I do not,” Anamaria said. Her eyes seemed to have brightened a bit at the idea of the kiss.
James closed his eyes as he leaned forward ad told himself he was not disrespecting the pirate woman or putting his own honor in jeopardy. He felt nothing for her, only the feeling of their lips touching.
“Don’t get too comfortable darling,” Sparrow said. “Just kiss him and be done with it.”
“There was nothing between us,” James said after he stepped back.
“Amazing,” Anamaria stared at the ceiling. She had the same dazed look as Elizabeth when James had accidentally kissed her.
“Miss Dalma,” James nodded toward the swamp witch. He didn’t have to ask her. Tia Dalma had kissed him.
“How are you feeling love?” Jack walked around Anamaria. “Surely it wasn’t that good.”
Anamaria blinked before she stared up at him. “You are a fool Jack Sparrow.”
“I’m a fool?” Jack blinked. “I’m not the one trying to commandeer naval officers for their own pleasure.”
Anamaria glared at him before she stood up and pulled Gibbs towards her.
“Now who is the captain here?” Jack stomped his foot. “You were to kiss me first. Make me into pointy eared heaven helper.”
James shook his head. “How are you feeling Captain Groves?”
“Quite well,” Groves reached up to touch his ears. “I can feel them growing.”
“Well fine.” Jack continued in his tantrum. “We can have it both ways.”
James felt himself being turned around and before he could say anything felt his mouth pressed against Jack’s. “Sparrow,” He pushed the pirate off as if he had been a dead fish. “What was the meaning of that?"
Jack blinked several times before he collapsed onto the floor. “Better than rum,” His hands waved around and he started to giggle.
“Were you trying to make me jealous?” Anamaria shook her head at the display. “It only amused me.”
James stared at the giggling pirate and wondered if making him into a Favorite was a good idea after all.
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