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Title: Sapphire Eyes
Rating:PG
Rairing:Will/Alanna
Chapter: 3: Erebus
Summary: After seeing AWE, Alanna Livingston could only dream of being in the world of swash-buckling pirates. Little did she know her dream was about to become a reality.
I know since no one's been responding that my line of supporters is growing thin...but I still have hope that there are at least a FEW fans out there. And if you just want something to read, I've got the answer...chapter 3!
A.N. This is where things get a little dicy...every story has got to have a villian so....ta da! I give you a character that strikes fear in the hearts of pirates everywhere...Erebus.
Erebus
The cabin of the Black Raven was poorly lit, with only a silver haze coming from the windows. The candles that were present gave off a bluish tint, due to a specially formed wick. Overall, the room was severely unwelcoming, which was just the way its captain liked it. Erebus lounged by his desk, his elegantly shod boots hanging over the edge. He twirled a glass of red wine in his hand, his lips pursed in tight concentration. He was staring at a map on the table in front of him, calculating the best course of action. His bitter rivalry with William Turner had settled at a simmer for the past couple years, but now it was time to turn up the heat. They had been allies once, sailing under the same flag, until about a year ago. Will had cleverly deceived him, betraying his whereabouts to the royal navy, consequently landing him in jail. Now it was Erebus’s turn to even the score. But how was he to execute it without it backfiring? His concentration was broken, however, when someone rapped urgently at the door. Erebus rolled his eyes and set his glass down. It was near midnight and his crew should have retired by now.
“Enter,” he said dully.
The door creaked open, revealing a dark haired youth with a slender build. His dark brown eyes were nearly black in the darkness of the cabin.
“Pardon me for disturbing you, sir,” he said meekly, keeping his eyes lowered. “But I have a bit of information that may be useful.”
“It better be, Corwin,” Erebus snapped, finally standing. He was a full head taller than the boy, and Corwin shrank back. His superior was impossibly pale, which made his cobalt eyes stand out. His hair was slick and black, shadowing his eyes. Impatient, his too-perfect lips curled in a snarl.
“Well, speak up boy!” he commanded, his voice dangerous.
On trembling knees, Corwin addressed his master. “I have news of Will Turner, captain. Apparently he’s added a new member to his crewa woman.”
Corwin, afraid of what was to come, bowed his head again. It was bad enough to disturb his master at such a late hour, but to come with such a useless piece of information was quite another matter. Still, from what he gathered from the spies on the Dutchman, this information may be crucial. Surprisingly, his master began to smile.
“That’s very interesting. Tell me, is there any sign our dear William has any affections toward this girl?”
Eager to please him, Corwin answered quickly. “I believe so, sir. She seems foreign, but the crew has taken to her rather well. Will has never left her side since he rescued her.”
“Rescued, you say?” Erebus asked thoughtfully, making his way toward his desk. “Was there an accident?”
“Not that I know of, sir,” Corwin continued. “There was no wreckage to speak of. They’re saying on the Dutchman that she may beanother world.”
“I see,” Erebus said, leaning over the desk. He skimmed the map before him, though not really looking at it. “Well we will see how this develops, then. I shall request an accurate report every twelve hours. You are dismissed.”
“Thank you sir,” Corwin whispered with a bow, and left, eager to be out of the captain’s presence.
Erebus sat heavily in his chair, grabbing the wineglass once more. He began twirling it again absently, gathering his thoughts. This information was certainly useable, if the source was accurate. If so, he could easily use this girl to his advantage.
“So, William,” he said into the darkness. “It seems you’ve moved on from dear Elizabeth. What a surprise. In that case, we shall have to meet again, you and I. And this timewon’t lose.”
In a flash, he crushed the glass, sending a river of red wine down his white hand.
*********************
As the first signs of light came up over the water, the crew of the Dutchman was already up, beginning their morning rituals. It was to be another day on the open sea, and the men were keen to get started. Though the sunrise was truly magnificent, it went unnoticed by a young woman in the captain’s cabin. Alanna woke slowly, afraid she would be back in her own bedroom, confirming that yesterday had just been a delusion of wishful thinking. So she was significantly pleased to find that she was indeed still aboard the Flying Dutchman. As she turned her head, she smiled broadly. Lying on the window seat was Will, still fast asleep. One arm was draped lazily over the side, while his other was settled across his broad chest. His face, perfect as always, was the image of peace, and Alanna was touched to see it. Carefully, she slid out of bed, and tiptoed until she was just above him. Kneeling beside him, she gazed at her hero, unable to breathe. If only he knew how he was intoxicating her! His face almost glowed in the strengthening sun, throwing the appropriate contortions into shadow. Gently, so as not to wake him, she brushed a tendril from his face and fingered it lovingly. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this could happen. Piracy had long been extinct where she came from, along with its swash-buckling adventure. Yet here she was, on a ship that she thought was nothing but a “fish” tale, looking upon a face she thought she’d only see on the silver screen.
At length, the young man stirred and opened his chocolate eyes, only to be staring into a pair of sapphire ones. He smiled sleepily.
“Good morning,” he murmured with a hint of curiosity.
“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly flustered. “I saw you lying there and I justmean I just wanted to” She trailed off, looking down and blushing.
Slightly puzzled, he offered a smile. “It’s quite alright,” he assured her, sitting up. “Quite honestly I was pleased to wake up to such a beautiful sight.”
Alanna’s head shot up, her blue orbs wide. Will laughed softly, clearly amused. “I see you’re not used to such direct remarks. I will remember that in the future.”
He winked a brown eye at her, though her expression remained blank. Stretching his arms high, he swung his legs around and looked down, once again curious.
“Am I really that fascinating?” he mused, offering her his hand. Still flushed, she took it.
“No,” she replied, meeting his eyes. Though he was a half-head taller than she was, she was determined to close the gap. “You’re not as spectacular as you think, Mr. Turner, so don’t assume that’s what I think of you!”
Will chuckled heartily. She was a lot feistier than he first thought. Still, he knew this defiance had a softer side, and he was determined to bring it out.
“I yield, lady.” He said with mock defeat. “I’m no match for your quick-witted tongue.”
“Thank you,” she said sharply, though the glitter in her eye told him they were not finished.
“So,” he began, making his way past the human blockade.” Are you just going to stand there and argue with me, or are you going to join me on deck?”
When he offered that dazzling smile again, she couldn’t resist. “Lead the way, Captain Turner,” she said, laughing shortly. “I’m up for anything you’re willing to teach me.”
Rating:PG
Rairing:Will/Alanna
Chapter: 3: Erebus
Summary: After seeing AWE, Alanna Livingston could only dream of being in the world of swash-buckling pirates. Little did she know her dream was about to become a reality.
I know since no one's been responding that my line of supporters is growing thin...but I still have hope that there are at least a FEW fans out there. And if you just want something to read, I've got the answer...chapter 3!
A.N. This is where things get a little dicy...every story has got to have a villian so....ta da! I give you a character that strikes fear in the hearts of pirates everywhere...Erebus.
Erebus
The cabin of the Black Raven was poorly lit, with only a silver haze coming from the windows. The candles that were present gave off a bluish tint, due to a specially formed wick. Overall, the room was severely unwelcoming, which was just the way its captain liked it. Erebus lounged by his desk, his elegantly shod boots hanging over the edge. He twirled a glass of red wine in his hand, his lips pursed in tight concentration. He was staring at a map on the table in front of him, calculating the best course of action. His bitter rivalry with William Turner had settled at a simmer for the past couple years, but now it was time to turn up the heat. They had been allies once, sailing under the same flag, until about a year ago. Will had cleverly deceived him, betraying his whereabouts to the royal navy, consequently landing him in jail. Now it was Erebus’s turn to even the score. But how was he to execute it without it backfiring? His concentration was broken, however, when someone rapped urgently at the door. Erebus rolled his eyes and set his glass down. It was near midnight and his crew should have retired by now.
“Enter,” he said dully.
The door creaked open, revealing a dark haired youth with a slender build. His dark brown eyes were nearly black in the darkness of the cabin.
“Pardon me for disturbing you, sir,” he said meekly, keeping his eyes lowered. “But I have a bit of information that may be useful.”
“It better be, Corwin,” Erebus snapped, finally standing. He was a full head taller than the boy, and Corwin shrank back. His superior was impossibly pale, which made his cobalt eyes stand out. His hair was slick and black, shadowing his eyes. Impatient, his too-perfect lips curled in a snarl.
“Well, speak up boy!” he commanded, his voice dangerous.
On trembling knees, Corwin addressed his master. “I have news of Will Turner, captain. Apparently he’s added a new member to his crewa woman.”
Corwin, afraid of what was to come, bowed his head again. It was bad enough to disturb his master at such a late hour, but to come with such a useless piece of information was quite another matter. Still, from what he gathered from the spies on the Dutchman, this information may be crucial. Surprisingly, his master began to smile.
“That’s very interesting. Tell me, is there any sign our dear William has any affections toward this girl?”
Eager to please him, Corwin answered quickly. “I believe so, sir. She seems foreign, but the crew has taken to her rather well. Will has never left her side since he rescued her.”
“Rescued, you say?” Erebus asked thoughtfully, making his way toward his desk. “Was there an accident?”
“Not that I know of, sir,” Corwin continued. “There was no wreckage to speak of. They’re saying on the Dutchman that she may beanother world.”
“I see,” Erebus said, leaning over the desk. He skimmed the map before him, though not really looking at it. “Well we will see how this develops, then. I shall request an accurate report every twelve hours. You are dismissed.”
“Thank you sir,” Corwin whispered with a bow, and left, eager to be out of the captain’s presence.
Erebus sat heavily in his chair, grabbing the wineglass once more. He began twirling it again absently, gathering his thoughts. This information was certainly useable, if the source was accurate. If so, he could easily use this girl to his advantage.
“So, William,” he said into the darkness. “It seems you’ve moved on from dear Elizabeth. What a surprise. In that case, we shall have to meet again, you and I. And this timewon’t lose.”
In a flash, he crushed the glass, sending a river of red wine down his white hand.
*********************
As the first signs of light came up over the water, the crew of the Dutchman was already up, beginning their morning rituals. It was to be another day on the open sea, and the men were keen to get started. Though the sunrise was truly magnificent, it went unnoticed by a young woman in the captain’s cabin. Alanna woke slowly, afraid she would be back in her own bedroom, confirming that yesterday had just been a delusion of wishful thinking. So she was significantly pleased to find that she was indeed still aboard the Flying Dutchman. As she turned her head, she smiled broadly. Lying on the window seat was Will, still fast asleep. One arm was draped lazily over the side, while his other was settled across his broad chest. His face, perfect as always, was the image of peace, and Alanna was touched to see it. Carefully, she slid out of bed, and tiptoed until she was just above him. Kneeling beside him, she gazed at her hero, unable to breathe. If only he knew how he was intoxicating her! His face almost glowed in the strengthening sun, throwing the appropriate contortions into shadow. Gently, so as not to wake him, she brushed a tendril from his face and fingered it lovingly. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this could happen. Piracy had long been extinct where she came from, along with its swash-buckling adventure. Yet here she was, on a ship that she thought was nothing but a “fish” tale, looking upon a face she thought she’d only see on the silver screen.
At length, the young man stirred and opened his chocolate eyes, only to be staring into a pair of sapphire ones. He smiled sleepily.
“Good morning,” he murmured with a hint of curiosity.
“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly flustered. “I saw you lying there and I justmean I just wanted to” She trailed off, looking down and blushing.
Slightly puzzled, he offered a smile. “It’s quite alright,” he assured her, sitting up. “Quite honestly I was pleased to wake up to such a beautiful sight.”
Alanna’s head shot up, her blue orbs wide. Will laughed softly, clearly amused. “I see you’re not used to such direct remarks. I will remember that in the future.”
He winked a brown eye at her, though her expression remained blank. Stretching his arms high, he swung his legs around and looked down, once again curious.
“Am I really that fascinating?” he mused, offering her his hand. Still flushed, she took it.
“No,” she replied, meeting his eyes. Though he was a half-head taller than she was, she was determined to close the gap. “You’re not as spectacular as you think, Mr. Turner, so don’t assume that’s what I think of you!”
Will chuckled heartily. She was a lot feistier than he first thought. Still, he knew this defiance had a softer side, and he was determined to bring it out.
“I yield, lady.” He said with mock defeat. “I’m no match for your quick-witted tongue.”
“Thank you,” she said sharply, though the glitter in her eye told him they were not finished.
“So,” he began, making his way past the human blockade.” Are you just going to stand there and argue with me, or are you going to join me on deck?”
When he offered that dazzling smile again, she couldn’t resist. “Lead the way, Captain Turner,” she said, laughing shortly. “I’m up for anything you’re willing to teach me.”