FIC: P.T.O.
Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours
Part: 3/5 - P.T.O.
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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Port of Libertalia, November 7th, 1872
William,
I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you upon our last meeting. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you, considering the illustrious people you’ve been known to surround yourself with in the past. When I tell you of my deception I’m sure you’ll understand.
My name is Anaya Dalma, this you know. This of course, means that my grand mother must be Tia Dalma, or as you might know her, Calypso. She is not my grand mother. She is my mother. That makes me a demi-goddess. Ageless, as you are. Ageless, William, as one other.
You see, I have a friend. We have known each other for perhaps a little over a century. You see, his story is a strange one. He stole maps from a terrible, terrible man, and journeyed for miles and miles to find a legend that may or may not have actually existed.
He was searching for La Agua de Vida, Dear William. The water of life. A drink that would give the drinker eternal life. The power to live forever.
Do you follow me, William?
It has a bit of a ring to it, doesn’t it?
The Immortal Captain Jack...
Come Find Me,
Anaya
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Jack yanked the bit of paper out from under her hands, causing her to smear the ink across her arm. Yelping in indignation she turned to him but he waved her silent. He expertly lifted the pen from behind her ear and scrawled something in the corner, flipped the page over and wrote something then.
He handed it back to her smugly. She looked at it and rolled her eyes. “Jack, you’re a fool,” she muttered, blowing on the rest of the lettering.
P.T.O. it said underneath her neat signature. She turned it over to blow on that as well. Sparrow, it read in Jack’s messy scrawl.
“He’ll understand it. Just send the damn thing.” Jack paused, looking at Anaya doubtfully. “He’ll get it before the ten year mark, right?”
“Yes, Jack,” she said overly patiently. “My mother,” she enunciated, “is the goddess of the sea.” He still looked doubtful as she stood up and found a clean green bottle. “Trust me,” she added, “he’ll get it soon.”
“How soon?” he demanded as she rolled the letter inside.
She rolled her expressive chocolate eyes at him. “Jack,” she said finally, “if you ask me again I won’t send it at all.” She leveled an irritated look at him and he backed away with his hands in the air.
She corked the bottle before dipping the end of it in tar. Anaya led Jack out of the room and down the stairs out onto the docks. Placing the end between her teeth she lifted her skirts and waded out into the surf. Anaya placed the bottle lovingly into the water and made a gently shooing motion at it.
The rising tide pulled the bottle out into the bay, before a small maelstrom funneled it into the depths. Anaya turned and spread her hands at Jack. “It’s out of my hands now.” Jack didn’t notice that when she spread her hands the water around her ankles parted. He helped out of the water and if it splashed perhaps a touch more violently that normal they both ignored it.
The green glass bottle swirled and whirled through the water of the ocean dodging boat hulls and large fish until it hit the floor between a rock and a patch of coral with a solid muffled thump.
The sand around it began to sift and shift, burying the bottle underneath its silt. It transferred into the otherside. It didn’t get a green flash, but William Turner saw it all the same. With an impatient motion he stuck his hand into the cold star spotted water and fished out the frosty bottle.
He uncorked it with his teeth and pulled out the message.
Bill Turner watched as his son and captain read the missive, and watched his expressive face go from pleased to shocked to finally, downright angry. With shaking hands he flipped the note over and dropped the letter back into the water where it disappeared into the abyss.
He turned to his crew. “Hoist the sails,” he roared at his father. “We’re going topside ”
-
They waited until dusk and when William didn’t appear, Jack sighed, turned around, and went back inside. Anaya merely sat on the edge of the docks and waited. The moon rose over head and with it a flash of green light. She smiled. “Hello, dear William,” she whispered to the black ship on the horizon.
She found herself fairly knocked off her feet by the irate captain of The Flying Dutchman. She wrapped her arms around his waist in order to keep her balance and peered up from underneath her lashes. She opened her mouth to speak but William cut her off. “Where. Is. He?” he snapped.
She grinned at him in amusement. “Jack said the same thing,” she commented. “He went inside,” she added when he glared at her. “Because he thought you weren’t going to come.”
“Well, obviously I’m here. Why did you lie to me?”
“I’m still not telling you the truth,” she said brightly, pulling away from him to run on to the sand.
“How do you...Anaya?” he asked, taking a half step in her direction.
Anaya passed a hand over her face and her body contorted, her small frame growing slightly larger, her coffee colored skin darkening to a very familiar shade. Her simple gown of blue and green fell away from her in layers, uncovering a yellow taffeta confection that hung off her lithe figure in rags. Her hand uncovered her face, finally showing her new face. Dark chocolate eyes smiled brightly at him from above blue tattoo ink.
“You ” gasped out Will, stumbling back.
“‘Ello,” Tia Dalma said, “Wil’iam Tu’ner.”
*End Part Three
Part: 3/5 - P.T.O.
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
-
Port of Libertalia, November 7th, 1872
William,
I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you upon our last meeting. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you, considering the illustrious people you’ve been known to surround yourself with in the past. When I tell you of my deception I’m sure you’ll understand.
My name is Anaya Dalma, this you know. This of course, means that my grand mother must be Tia Dalma, or as you might know her, Calypso. She is not my grand mother. She is my mother. That makes me a demi-goddess. Ageless, as you are. Ageless, William, as one other.
You see, I have a friend. We have known each other for perhaps a little over a century. You see, his story is a strange one. He stole maps from a terrible, terrible man, and journeyed for miles and miles to find a legend that may or may not have actually existed.
He was searching for La Agua de Vida, Dear William. The water of life. A drink that would give the drinker eternal life. The power to live forever.
Do you follow me, William?
It has a bit of a ring to it, doesn’t it?
The Immortal Captain Jack...
Come Find Me,
Anaya
-
Jack yanked the bit of paper out from under her hands, causing her to smear the ink across her arm. Yelping in indignation she turned to him but he waved her silent. He expertly lifted the pen from behind her ear and scrawled something in the corner, flipped the page over and wrote something then.
He handed it back to her smugly. She looked at it and rolled her eyes. “Jack, you’re a fool,” she muttered, blowing on the rest of the lettering.
P.T.O. it said underneath her neat signature. She turned it over to blow on that as well. Sparrow, it read in Jack’s messy scrawl.
“He’ll understand it. Just send the damn thing.” Jack paused, looking at Anaya doubtfully. “He’ll get it before the ten year mark, right?”
“Yes, Jack,” she said overly patiently. “My mother,” she enunciated, “is the goddess of the sea.” He still looked doubtful as she stood up and found a clean green bottle. “Trust me,” she added, “he’ll get it soon.”
“How soon?” he demanded as she rolled the letter inside.
She rolled her expressive chocolate eyes at him. “Jack,” she said finally, “if you ask me again I won’t send it at all.” She leveled an irritated look at him and he backed away with his hands in the air.
She corked the bottle before dipping the end of it in tar. Anaya led Jack out of the room and down the stairs out onto the docks. Placing the end between her teeth she lifted her skirts and waded out into the surf. Anaya placed the bottle lovingly into the water and made a gently shooing motion at it.
The rising tide pulled the bottle out into the bay, before a small maelstrom funneled it into the depths. Anaya turned and spread her hands at Jack. “It’s out of my hands now.” Jack didn’t notice that when she spread her hands the water around her ankles parted. He helped out of the water and if it splashed perhaps a touch more violently that normal they both ignored it.
The green glass bottle swirled and whirled through the water of the ocean dodging boat hulls and large fish until it hit the floor between a rock and a patch of coral with a solid muffled thump.
The sand around it began to sift and shift, burying the bottle underneath its silt. It transferred into the otherside. It didn’t get a green flash, but William Turner saw it all the same. With an impatient motion he stuck his hand into the cold star spotted water and fished out the frosty bottle.
He uncorked it with his teeth and pulled out the message.
Bill Turner watched as his son and captain read the missive, and watched his expressive face go from pleased to shocked to finally, downright angry. With shaking hands he flipped the note over and dropped the letter back into the water where it disappeared into the abyss.
He turned to his crew. “Hoist the sails,” he roared at his father. “We’re going topside ”
-
They waited until dusk and when William didn’t appear, Jack sighed, turned around, and went back inside. Anaya merely sat on the edge of the docks and waited. The moon rose over head and with it a flash of green light. She smiled. “Hello, dear William,” she whispered to the black ship on the horizon.
She found herself fairly knocked off her feet by the irate captain of The Flying Dutchman. She wrapped her arms around his waist in order to keep her balance and peered up from underneath her lashes. She opened her mouth to speak but William cut her off. “Where. Is. He?” he snapped.
She grinned at him in amusement. “Jack said the same thing,” she commented. “He went inside,” she added when he glared at her. “Because he thought you weren’t going to come.”
“Well, obviously I’m here. Why did you lie to me?”
“I’m still not telling you the truth,” she said brightly, pulling away from him to run on to the sand.
“How do you...Anaya?” he asked, taking a half step in her direction.
Anaya passed a hand over her face and her body contorted, her small frame growing slightly larger, her coffee colored skin darkening to a very familiar shade. Her simple gown of blue and green fell away from her in layers, uncovering a yellow taffeta confection that hung off her lithe figure in rags. Her hand uncovered her face, finally showing her new face. Dark chocolate eyes smiled brightly at him from above blue tattoo ink.
“You ” gasped out Will, stumbling back.
“‘Ello,” Tia Dalma said, “Wil’iam Tu’ner.”
*End Part Three