This Prologue takes place about fifteen years before the Pirates movies.
I do not own Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl, or any related names. Disney does. Blech.
Annabelle Johnson looked pleadingly into the pirate's eyes. "Please, Jack," she said imploringly. "Must you go tonight?"
Jack Sparrow looked into the violet eyes of the only woman he would ever come to love. "I'm sorry, love, but I can't wait any longer. The Navy found out where I am and will be here within the week. I'm a wanted man, love"
"But tomorrow is our wedding. Can't you wait until after?"
"I need as big a start as possible. I'll tell you what; why don't you gather all your gypsy friends and we'll have our own little wedding party tonight?"
"The gypsies left town. But maybe, since it's just the two of us, we could-"
Jack nodded and led Annabelle into her little makeshift shack. "You've got to promise me you'll get a better house, love," he said. Annabelle nodded.
Later that evening, after their "wedding," Annabelle hugged Jack as tightly as she could as they stood by his dinghy. "Will I ever see you again?"
"I don't know, love. But I'll try. Wait for me." Jack jumped into his little boat and untied it from the dock..
"I will. I promise. Goodbye, Jack. I love you."
The pirate paddled his boat into the ocean. "One of these days, I'm going to get myself a bloody ship, even if I have to strike a deal with the devil himself." he mumbled to himself. He looked back at Annabelle, his violet-eyed beauty, and watched as the wind whipped her red hair around. She wiped the tears from her eyes and waved when she noticed Jack looking back at her. He waved back. He vowed never to love another woman again. And he never would. Sure, he had the occasional romp or one-night stand with one of the girls when he made port at Tortuga, but he never became emotionally attached. He found a bottle in the bottom of the dinghy and took a swig of rum.
He would never see Annabelle again.
I'm sorry it's so short... I'll make The next chapter longer, I promise!!! Please R&R!