A/N: 'Ello. This is my first PotC fic, so sorry if its not so good. I
really don't know where it is going. If I get good reviews I'll continue
it, savvy? Tell me if I don't really get Jack's character right, but I am
trying. These [ ] and { }mean thoughts. I figure Jack would have
conflicting voices in his head, seeing as he's not the most ruthless pirate
ever(but definitely the best looking).
Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow *sob* or Will Turner *burst out crying* or anyone else from the story. But I do own my character. :-)
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It was a lazy summer day when Captain Jack Sparrow and the crew of The Black Pearl pulled into Tortuga. Jack swaggered off the ship and made his way into the heart of the town.
After quite a few drinks, and spending some "quality time" with the ladies of Tortuga, he and his crew made their way back to the ship. They set sail and were off before the sun rose the next morning.
The Captain had just dunked his head in a water barrel, to wake himself up, when Mr. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton came up from the galley below, dragging someone with them. They threw the person onto the deck and Mr. Gibbs spoke (seeing as Mr. Cotton couldn't, and his parrot wasn't that advanced).
"Found this down in the hold, sir. Must've stowed away whiles we were docked," Gibbs motioned to the figure lying on the deck. Jack raised an eyebrow and bent down to their head level.
"Who are you then?" He grabbed their chin and lifted the stow-away's face to his. He was surprised to see the face of a young woman scowling at him. She had dark eyes and tanned skin, but her lips were cracked as if they had been bitten quite a lot. "Oo, we've got a little girl on the ship with us!" The crew laughed as they watched.
"Do you know who I am, lass?"
"Of course I do. You're Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, love," he corrected her.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her to a standing position. The hat that was balanced precariously on her head fell off, revealing a mound of dark hair.
"Don't touch me." She wrenched her arms free and continued to scowl at Jack, not bothering to register the fact that the entire crew was laughing at her.
Jack smirked. "Oh, what are you going to do, little stow away? Tell your father that his precious little girl was touched by a filthy pirate, then?"
She looked him straight in his brown eyes and said, her voice not faltering the slightest bit, "No."
"Well, that's good to hear." He smiled at her. Her scowl was getting unnerving. "May I ask why, lass?"
"Because he's standing right in front of me." This stunned Jack, and everyone who was still listening. His smile disappeared, and he raised an eyebrow. He didn't have a daughter....right?
"What's your name, little girl?" He asked again. She squared her shoulders and looked up at him again.
"Jessica Bethany Sparrow." Jack's mouth dropped open, and Mr. Gibbs's eyebrows were so high they faded into his hairline.
"Sparrow?" Jack asked, disbelieving. [How could I have a daughter I don't know about?] {HELLO! Earth to Jack. You're a pirate, remember?} [Oh yeah. Overlooked that for a bit.]
"Sparrow. Daughter of Bethany Williams and Jack Sparrow." As she said the last name, Jack swayed a bit on his feet.
"Well then. I think you should come downstairs with me. Excuse us men." He nodded to his crew and sauntered down to his cabin. Jessica followed (after snatching up her hat), watched by every person on deck.
When she was in the cabin, Jack closed the door. "So you say you're my daughter then?"
She sat down on one of the chairs, put her feet up on the table, and grabbed an apple off of it. "Yeah, savvy?" She bit into it.
"Well, I'm afraid you are mistaken. You see, I don't have a daughter. I don't even know a Bethany Williams," he smiled and sat in a chair on the opposite side of the table.
She pulled a small piece of paper from the inside of her shirt and slide it across the table. Jack cautiously picked it up and examine the face on it. His mouth parted slightly and his eyes closed, revealing his understanding. His head fell to the table, where he proceeded to smack it repeatedly.
Jessica smiled, her mouth full of apple. But the smile faded when Jack looked up and said, "But how do I know you're mine? If I remember correctly, your mother serviced many a man in Tortuga."
"Not after the night you spent with her. She never was with a man after that. She said she fell in love with you."
"Yeah, well, many women say that." He grabbed an apple out of the bowl and sunk his teeth into it.
She sighed exasperatedly and began to take off her left boot. When she had finally removed it, she pulled back the hem of her brown breeches and revealed a tattoo. It was the exact same sparrow that Jack had on his arm, though slightly stretched out.
The Captain dropped the fruit he was holding and grabbed her ankle, pulling it towards him. This motion, along with the rocking of the boat, caused the girl to slide off the chair and fall to the ground. She yanked her foot back and stood up, rubbing her sore behind.
"You could have just asked to see it." She walked over to his side, pulled up a chair, sat down, and put her foot in his lap. He examined the tattoo for quite a while, and, just when Jessica was about to fall asleep, he spoke.
"Where did you get this?"
"Mum made me get it when I was a child. She said it was so I would always know who I am." She put her foot back on the ground and leaned in. "Do you believe me now?"
Raising his eyebrows, Jack nodded. "I think this calls for some rum." He strode over to his bedside and picked two bottle out from under the pillow. Jessica took one gratefully, and they started drinking.
It took almost the whole bottle, but Jack was in high spirits again. As Jessica giggled madly, he hiccupped and asked, "So, how is your dear mother doing these days?"
She stopped giggling and took a swig from the bottle, which was emptying fast. "She's dead. She died a few weeks ago."
Jack nearly dropped the rum. "Dead? How?"
Jessica sniffed. "Dunno. Doctor's couldn't figure it out."
"Oh. So...." he was doing some quick thinking, trying to get off the subject. "So how old are you, love?"
She smiled again, though it was a very drunk smile. "I'll be 17 next week." Jack raised his bottle and clicked it against hers.
"Well, happy early birthday! Drinks all around!" he said, smiling broadly. [I have a 17 year old daughter. This is great!] {WAIT A MINUTE! 17? What are you thinking, Jack?} He stood up quickly, knocking the chair back.
"17?! What are you doing drinking? Give me that!" He extended his hand and she slowly put the mostly emptied bottle in it. "And what are you doing on my ship? You're to young to be on here! You aren't a pirate!"
She stood up to face him. "Why do you think I stowed away? I want to be a pirate, Jack! It's in my blood! I have to be out here!"
"No way young lady! I'm your father, and I said no!" He yelled. [Boy, that sounded quite strange. What's gotten into you, Jack ol' boy?]
"Oh, so NOW you start acting like a father! Where were you when my mother died? Where were you when I was growing up?" She shouted back.
{She's got a point, Captain.} [Shut up.] Jack sat back down. "Sorry, love. But it's not like I knew she was pregnant," he shrugged. "If I had known, I would've done something." He rubbed his face, trying to clear his mind. It didn't really work.
"Yeah, well. You didn't." She sat back down too and took a long drink from the bottle, emptying it. "Don't you start telling me off for drinking rum though. I know about you. You've got quite a reputation in Tortuga."
He laughed. "I told you many women have fallen in love with me."
She smirked. "That's not what I meant." She re-adjusted her hat, then leaned across the table. "Giselle really wants to talk to you, by the way." Jack spit out the rum that was in is mouth, spraying it all over his daughter.
"Lovely," She said, wiping her face off with her sleeve. "So where are we headed?"
Jack recovered and sat back in his chair. "Port Royal." Jessica's mouth dropped open.
"Port Royal? You can't be serious. You're wanted there! You'll be hanged!" Jack smiled and patted her arm.
"Don't worry, love. We're going to a party."
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Ok, there it is. The first chapter. Rather short by my standards, but no matter. Hope you liked it, now review and tell me so!!
:-D
Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow *sob* or Will Turner *burst out crying* or anyone else from the story. But I do own my character. :-)
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It was a lazy summer day when Captain Jack Sparrow and the crew of The Black Pearl pulled into Tortuga. Jack swaggered off the ship and made his way into the heart of the town.
After quite a few drinks, and spending some "quality time" with the ladies of Tortuga, he and his crew made their way back to the ship. They set sail and were off before the sun rose the next morning.
The Captain had just dunked his head in a water barrel, to wake himself up, when Mr. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton came up from the galley below, dragging someone with them. They threw the person onto the deck and Mr. Gibbs spoke (seeing as Mr. Cotton couldn't, and his parrot wasn't that advanced).
"Found this down in the hold, sir. Must've stowed away whiles we were docked," Gibbs motioned to the figure lying on the deck. Jack raised an eyebrow and bent down to their head level.
"Who are you then?" He grabbed their chin and lifted the stow-away's face to his. He was surprised to see the face of a young woman scowling at him. She had dark eyes and tanned skin, but her lips were cracked as if they had been bitten quite a lot. "Oo, we've got a little girl on the ship with us!" The crew laughed as they watched.
"Do you know who I am, lass?"
"Of course I do. You're Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, love," he corrected her.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her to a standing position. The hat that was balanced precariously on her head fell off, revealing a mound of dark hair.
"Don't touch me." She wrenched her arms free and continued to scowl at Jack, not bothering to register the fact that the entire crew was laughing at her.
Jack smirked. "Oh, what are you going to do, little stow away? Tell your father that his precious little girl was touched by a filthy pirate, then?"
She looked him straight in his brown eyes and said, her voice not faltering the slightest bit, "No."
"Well, that's good to hear." He smiled at her. Her scowl was getting unnerving. "May I ask why, lass?"
"Because he's standing right in front of me." This stunned Jack, and everyone who was still listening. His smile disappeared, and he raised an eyebrow. He didn't have a daughter....right?
"What's your name, little girl?" He asked again. She squared her shoulders and looked up at him again.
"Jessica Bethany Sparrow." Jack's mouth dropped open, and Mr. Gibbs's eyebrows were so high they faded into his hairline.
"Sparrow?" Jack asked, disbelieving. [How could I have a daughter I don't know about?] {HELLO! Earth to Jack. You're a pirate, remember?} [Oh yeah. Overlooked that for a bit.]
"Sparrow. Daughter of Bethany Williams and Jack Sparrow." As she said the last name, Jack swayed a bit on his feet.
"Well then. I think you should come downstairs with me. Excuse us men." He nodded to his crew and sauntered down to his cabin. Jessica followed (after snatching up her hat), watched by every person on deck.
When she was in the cabin, Jack closed the door. "So you say you're my daughter then?"
She sat down on one of the chairs, put her feet up on the table, and grabbed an apple off of it. "Yeah, savvy?" She bit into it.
"Well, I'm afraid you are mistaken. You see, I don't have a daughter. I don't even know a Bethany Williams," he smiled and sat in a chair on the opposite side of the table.
She pulled a small piece of paper from the inside of her shirt and slide it across the table. Jack cautiously picked it up and examine the face on it. His mouth parted slightly and his eyes closed, revealing his understanding. His head fell to the table, where he proceeded to smack it repeatedly.
Jessica smiled, her mouth full of apple. But the smile faded when Jack looked up and said, "But how do I know you're mine? If I remember correctly, your mother serviced many a man in Tortuga."
"Not after the night you spent with her. She never was with a man after that. She said she fell in love with you."
"Yeah, well, many women say that." He grabbed an apple out of the bowl and sunk his teeth into it.
She sighed exasperatedly and began to take off her left boot. When she had finally removed it, she pulled back the hem of her brown breeches and revealed a tattoo. It was the exact same sparrow that Jack had on his arm, though slightly stretched out.
The Captain dropped the fruit he was holding and grabbed her ankle, pulling it towards him. This motion, along with the rocking of the boat, caused the girl to slide off the chair and fall to the ground. She yanked her foot back and stood up, rubbing her sore behind.
"You could have just asked to see it." She walked over to his side, pulled up a chair, sat down, and put her foot in his lap. He examined the tattoo for quite a while, and, just when Jessica was about to fall asleep, he spoke.
"Where did you get this?"
"Mum made me get it when I was a child. She said it was so I would always know who I am." She put her foot back on the ground and leaned in. "Do you believe me now?"
Raising his eyebrows, Jack nodded. "I think this calls for some rum." He strode over to his bedside and picked two bottle out from under the pillow. Jessica took one gratefully, and they started drinking.
It took almost the whole bottle, but Jack was in high spirits again. As Jessica giggled madly, he hiccupped and asked, "So, how is your dear mother doing these days?"
She stopped giggling and took a swig from the bottle, which was emptying fast. "She's dead. She died a few weeks ago."
Jack nearly dropped the rum. "Dead? How?"
Jessica sniffed. "Dunno. Doctor's couldn't figure it out."
"Oh. So...." he was doing some quick thinking, trying to get off the subject. "So how old are you, love?"
She smiled again, though it was a very drunk smile. "I'll be 17 next week." Jack raised his bottle and clicked it against hers.
"Well, happy early birthday! Drinks all around!" he said, smiling broadly. [I have a 17 year old daughter. This is great!] {WAIT A MINUTE! 17? What are you thinking, Jack?} He stood up quickly, knocking the chair back.
"17?! What are you doing drinking? Give me that!" He extended his hand and she slowly put the mostly emptied bottle in it. "And what are you doing on my ship? You're to young to be on here! You aren't a pirate!"
She stood up to face him. "Why do you think I stowed away? I want to be a pirate, Jack! It's in my blood! I have to be out here!"
"No way young lady! I'm your father, and I said no!" He yelled. [Boy, that sounded quite strange. What's gotten into you, Jack ol' boy?]
"Oh, so NOW you start acting like a father! Where were you when my mother died? Where were you when I was growing up?" She shouted back.
{She's got a point, Captain.} [Shut up.] Jack sat back down. "Sorry, love. But it's not like I knew she was pregnant," he shrugged. "If I had known, I would've done something." He rubbed his face, trying to clear his mind. It didn't really work.
"Yeah, well. You didn't." She sat back down too and took a long drink from the bottle, emptying it. "Don't you start telling me off for drinking rum though. I know about you. You've got quite a reputation in Tortuga."
He laughed. "I told you many women have fallen in love with me."
She smirked. "That's not what I meant." She re-adjusted her hat, then leaned across the table. "Giselle really wants to talk to you, by the way." Jack spit out the rum that was in is mouth, spraying it all over his daughter.
"Lovely," She said, wiping her face off with her sleeve. "So where are we headed?"
Jack recovered and sat back in his chair. "Port Royal." Jessica's mouth dropped open.
"Port Royal? You can't be serious. You're wanted there! You'll be hanged!" Jack smiled and patted her arm.
"Don't worry, love. We're going to a party."
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Ok, there it is. The first chapter. Rather short by my standards, but no matter. Hope you liked it, now review and tell me so!!
:-D