||[Mar. 18th, 2004|07:11 pm]
|||||You Thought Wrong/Kelly Clarkson||]|
Allrighty, this is the prologue to a response for Challenge #2. I'm not entirely sure if I like it or not, but it'll have to do as nobody posted anything on here for like a month, so here we go...
Title: Hidden Past
Genre: I think it’s gonna be a bit angtsy…
Summary: Ever wonder why Elizabeth is so fascinated with pirates? Well, she loved pirates all her life, but her obsession really started on her 10th birthday when her mother told her a very important secret that could have changed her life forever…
Author’s Note: I have never written an Elizabeth-centered story before. Ever. I’ve never even wanted to write an Elizabeth story, because, frankly, Jack is so much cooler than her. ^_^ But this just called to me, as so many other plots call to so many other authors.
This takes place during the movie on the island where Jack and Elizabeth were marooned. It starts after Jack hands Elizabeth the rum, but before they are majorly drunk, kind of like a deleted scene. Speaking of deleted scenes, I’m going to include part of the deleted scene “No Truth at All” and alter it a bit, like I’m going to pretend the reason why it was named never happened. Oh I hope this turns out…
The sea breeze sailed through the palms of a little-known island in the Caribbean. The shore seemed like something that you might see described in a storybook: calm and breezy, striking and exotic. Of course, the unnamed island’s only occupants might have perceived that, had they not been in their existing situation. One was despairing over a ship he had lost for the second time, the other despondent with hopelessness and helplessness. He was currently downing a bottle of rum, and she was holding one in her hands, wondering what it tasted like. Finally, she could take it no longer. The girl uncorked the bottle and muttered, “Drink up me hearties, yo ho.”
Elizabeth Swann sighed and took a swig of the amber liquid in the bottle her companion had given to her not five minutes before. She grimaced, not only at the taste of the rum, for it was awful, but also because of the pain that involved swallowing it. The drink burned her throat, and when it settled in her stomach, made her feel nauseous. She considered hurling the drink into the sea that tickled her toes with the gentle waves it washed ashore, but decided against it as the pirate would surely give her an extremely lengthy lecture. She glanced at the man sitting next to her in the warm sand and her lips nearly twitched into a smile. He was staring at her with a look so unique it was startling; it was perplexed, understanding, and afraid all at once.
“What was that, Elizabeth?” Captain Jack Sparrow asked her, his tone matching his face.
“It’s Miss Swann,” Elizabeth snapped automatically, her voice raspy after her taste of the liquor. She almost smiled again as Jack held both his hands up as a signal of, after a fashion, peace. He took a mouthful of his rum and looked at her as if he still expected an answer from her nonetheless. She rolled her eyes, and then she said to explain her quiet murmur of spoken song, “Nothing.” He continued staring at her in that exceptional manner, and she thought with amusement, This man is impossible to please. She heaved a dramatic sigh once more and said without much feeling, “It’s a song I learnt as a child, when I actually thought it would be exciting to meet a pirate.” She smiled a little and stared out at the sea, thinking about when her mother would tell her bedtime stories about Sir Francis Drake, Bartholomew, Morgan, and any other notorious pirates of the past and, at that time, the present.
“Let’s hear it.”
Elizabeth blinked and stared at him. “No,” she answered defiantly.
“Come on, we’ve got the time,” Jack pointed out with one of his wild gestures. “Let’s have it.”
“No,” she replied, just as obstinately as before. He just gave her that expectant look again. Elizabeth looked down at the bottle of rum she held in her crudely bandaged hand and stroked it with the other, like she had imagined all other pirates doing at one time. “I’d have to have a lot more to drink,” she muttered finally.
There was a pause as she stared at the drink, wondering if she actually would drink so much that she would start singing, when she faintly heard Jack uncork the bottle he possessed. After a moment, he posed a question slyly. “How much more?”
Elizabeth looked up in surprise at Jack, and he gave her a toothy smile and took a considerably long drink from his flagon. She laughed airily and countered, “Much more than you’ll ever catch me drinking.”
“That might be a problem,” Jack murmured to himself quietly, and then he said much louder to his companion, “Well, if you won’t sing to me this mystifying song, you should at least answer a few questions for me. I mean, I did save your life… whenever it was I saved your life, because I can’t quite remember when that was at the moment.” He took a swig of his rum with a puzzled expression, staring out at the horizon.
Ah, he’s forgetting things, Elizabeth thought with amusement. Must be the rum. “You forget, Mister Sparrow, that you held me hostage not three minutes afterward,” Elizabeth articulated in her snobbiest voice, chin high and nose in the air. “That being said, why should I answer any questions you have? It wouldn’t benefit me at all.”
“Ah, see, that’s where you’re mistaken,” Jack said with a crazy grin plastered on his face. “It would benefit me, as I would be the one asking the question. You, on the other hand, would be stuck wiv the job of answering said questions.”
“Of course,” said Elizabeth indifferently.
“And, after answering these queries, I would know more about both you and the aforementioned song which you refuse to vocalize, and possibly anything else I might ask about, and you would feel deeply satisfied that you had given me such knowledge, because it always makes people feel excellent after they provide me with information that I have asked to give me.”
“So, what’s this song about?”
“Pirates, of course,” Elizabeth responded without thinking. “Why else would I –”
She gasped and her eyes widened as she just realized that Jack had tricked her. She whirled around to face him, and saw that he was grinning like a cat that had just caught a mouse. She glared at him and all his cockiness.
“Well, since you’ve already answered one of my questions, you might as well answer the rest of them,” Jack said through his grin.
After debating mentally whether or not she should, Elizabeth groaned noisily and muttered stubbornly, “Fine. Might as well. You’ll keep pestering me anyway if I don’t.” Jack nodded. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “What’s your second question, then?”
Jack smirked triumphantly out at the sea and spoke without missing a beat. “Who taught you this piratical song? Couldn’t have been your father, as he obviously enjoys telling people to shoot pirates, rather than singing about them.”
“It wasn’t my father,” Elizabeth snapped. “It was my mother.” Oh no… As soon as she’d said it, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. This answer would lead to more questions, questions she did not want to answer. Unfortunately, she could stop them as well as she could get off the island. Which wasn’t very well.
“Well, that’s an int’resting bit of information,” Jack implied, placing a finger to his braided beard and cocking his head sideways. He turned away from the sea and looked Elizabeth in the eye. “Why would the wife of an upstanding gentleman such as her father teach her daughter a song about men who aren’t particularly nice to stiffs like him?”
“It’s a long story,” Elizabeth answered simply with a hint of sadness about her voice.
“We’ve got an awfully long time, m’dear.”
Elizabeth glared at him. He just gave her an innocent albeit toothy smile, like one might get from a two-year-old asking for candy. They stayed that way for a moment, her with her glare and he with his smile, until finally, she sighed. “Fine.”
Jack’s smile widened and he pat her on the back once, stopping after she looked at his hand disgustingly. He cleared his throat. “Well, I think you made the right decision. After all, it’s not everyday you get to tell ole Jack a story about pirates that he don’t know!”
“I don’t know why you’re so excited,” she said tonelessly while looking at the sand and fingering it with her finger. “It’s not a happy tale.”
Jack’s expression fell a little bit, and he swallowed and muttered, “Oh. Well. That’s unfortunate.”
She rolled her eyes again. “I’m assuming you still want to hear nevertheless, right?” she asked with a slight smile.
“Of course! Haven’t heard a depressing tale in – well, it must be years! Might knock a bit of sense in me, if that’s possible, of course.”
Elizabeth sighed heavily. “All right, then. Here we go. I guess it all started on my tenth birthday…”
Author’s Note: I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but I do have a feeling that it’s going to be a bit depressing. It’s already more AU than I intended, but oh well. Let me know if I should continue this or if it’s just plain crap in a comment.