Hm. Bit craddy. Ah well...
Sep. 30th, 2003 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tammaiyaHere we go. The beginning of Jack's tarot fic. I did a tarot reading on what he should do to win Will, and this is based around that. As my brain is atrophying from holidays, it's probably awful, but anyhow.
At the helm of The Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow mused that his fortunes were very much looking up. This time last year, he had had no ship, no crew, and no idea what to do about Barbossa. For that matter, he hadn’t met one young blacksmith by the name of Will Turner, either.
Ah, yes. William Turner, the son of Bootstrap Bill. William Turner, the one thing marring his happiness. Not that it was the boy’s fault, as such. Jack was more inclined to blame that sharp-tongued harridan harpy, the wilful Miss Swann. A fiery lass that Elizabeth was, to be sure. Jack still hadn’t forgiven her for burning all the rum, either. More than that, though, he had yet to forgive her for the theft of what was rightfully his. Now, to steal from the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow was a crime even more despicable than the burning of good grog. Jack very strongly doubted he would EVER forgive Elizabeth for the theft of Will’s heart.
Technically, of course, she had held the affections of Will first, and was in fact their rightful owner. In reality, Jack was the one planning the theft, and nobody had stolen the heart of anybody else just yet. However, he chose to ignore this. Details, semantics; he was a pirate, and therefore his version of the truth was what he wanted it to be.
Will was as much a pirate as Jack was, with a pirate’s blood and a pirate’s passion. Maybe he thought he could be happy on land, the steady provider to his wife and the blacksmith of the island, but Jack knew better. Jack had unearthed the boy’s pirate tendencies, had taught him those first few valuable lessons, had taken him on his first adventure. He was damned if he was going to let that blood go to waste. Will had natural talent, and as far as Jack was concerned, it was his property. He wasn’t going to let Miss Elizabeth take it away without a fight.
Jack had once told Will that not all treasure was silver and gold, a jibe on the boy’s obsession with his ladylove. It wasn’t just a trite saying, though; the words held their own form of piratical wisdom. Will’s treasure may have been Elizabeth, but by the same token Will was Jack’s, even if he didn’t know it right now. It’s a well-known fact that a pirate loves his treasure, and Jack was going to get his, no matter what it took. Elizabeth would undoubtedly provide some resistance, but Jack was the pirate, not she. She may have had the soul of one, in time may have become one, but she wasn’t hardened to the world. Jack was accustomed to getting what he wanted- “take what you want and give nothing back”, that was the pirate saying.
Jack had been without power and without resources, with only his knowledge and cunning to get him by. His situation was vastly improved, now, and he sensed a change in the air. He wanted to explore, to sail for new horizons, and he wanted Will Turner by his side. Jack was a leader, a Captain, and he expected people to follow him. In his eyes, it was his natural born right- he led the way, he planned ahead, Captain Jack Sparrow got his way.
He may have miscalculated this time, though.
At the helm of The Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow mused that his fortunes were very much looking up. This time last year, he had had no ship, no crew, and no idea what to do about Barbossa. For that matter, he hadn’t met one young blacksmith by the name of Will Turner, either.
Ah, yes. William Turner, the son of Bootstrap Bill. William Turner, the one thing marring his happiness. Not that it was the boy’s fault, as such. Jack was more inclined to blame that sharp-tongued harridan harpy, the wilful Miss Swann. A fiery lass that Elizabeth was, to be sure. Jack still hadn’t forgiven her for burning all the rum, either. More than that, though, he had yet to forgive her for the theft of what was rightfully his. Now, to steal from the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow was a crime even more despicable than the burning of good grog. Jack very strongly doubted he would EVER forgive Elizabeth for the theft of Will’s heart.
Technically, of course, she had held the affections of Will first, and was in fact their rightful owner. In reality, Jack was the one planning the theft, and nobody had stolen the heart of anybody else just yet. However, he chose to ignore this. Details, semantics; he was a pirate, and therefore his version of the truth was what he wanted it to be.
Will was as much a pirate as Jack was, with a pirate’s blood and a pirate’s passion. Maybe he thought he could be happy on land, the steady provider to his wife and the blacksmith of the island, but Jack knew better. Jack had unearthed the boy’s pirate tendencies, had taught him those first few valuable lessons, had taken him on his first adventure. He was damned if he was going to let that blood go to waste. Will had natural talent, and as far as Jack was concerned, it was his property. He wasn’t going to let Miss Elizabeth take it away without a fight.
Jack had once told Will that not all treasure was silver and gold, a jibe on the boy’s obsession with his ladylove. It wasn’t just a trite saying, though; the words held their own form of piratical wisdom. Will’s treasure may have been Elizabeth, but by the same token Will was Jack’s, even if he didn’t know it right now. It’s a well-known fact that a pirate loves his treasure, and Jack was going to get his, no matter what it took. Elizabeth would undoubtedly provide some resistance, but Jack was the pirate, not she. She may have had the soul of one, in time may have become one, but she wasn’t hardened to the world. Jack was accustomed to getting what he wanted- “take what you want and give nothing back”, that was the pirate saying.
Jack had been without power and without resources, with only his knowledge and cunning to get him by. His situation was vastly improved, now, and he sensed a change in the air. He wanted to explore, to sail for new horizons, and he wanted Will Turner by his side. Jack was a leader, a Captain, and he expected people to follow him. In his eyes, it was his natural born right- he led the way, he planned ahead, Captain Jack Sparrow got his way.
He may have miscalculated this time, though.
