"Bugger," I mutter as I look down at the sinking boat.
Bugger. It's the one word that sums up my life perfectly.
"Jack, the boat is sinking," I state the obvious.
"Yes, I know, love," he says.
I glance at the island that we're getting closer to. Port Royal. I've never liked this island. There's way too many soldiers and ships, which means heavy guarding and less pirates sneaking around. There's more executions for pirates then necessary.
"I think we can last until the dock," I state.
"Of course we can, love," Jack replies, as he takes a bucket and dumping some of the water out of the boat and back into the ocean. "We're Captains Jack and Eve Sparrow."
I smirk and look back out to sea. Hanging from a rock near the island are three skeletons, each with a noose around their necks. A sign next to them reads, "PIRATES YE BE WARNED".
Jack and I both stand up, taking off our hats and respecting the dead pirates. Poor fellows, what a way to have your life ended. Hopefully, we'll have more luck on our side then they did.
Saltwater splashes across my legs. The water has flooded up to my knees now. "Bugger," I mutter and curse under my breath. Jack and I climb the crow's nest as the bottom part of the boat sinks.
"Now that's not a very lady-like thing to say," Jack teases.
"I'm not bloody lady-like," I say, eagerly anticipating the moment that we'll reach the dock. I want off this damn boat. I've been on a tiny dinghy for nearly five weeks and I need to get off the damn piece of shit.
Jack chuckles and steps off the crows nest as the dinghy reaches the dock. I step off after him just as the top of the boat disappears under the turquoise water.
We try to blend in as we exit the dock, but are noticed by the man supervising the dock. "Hold that there you!" he shouts at us. Bugger, we were so close!
"It's a shilling to tie your boat at the dock," he gestures to the top of our sunken dinghy bobbing at the surface of the water. "And I'll also need to know your name."
Jack and I glance at each other before answering the man. "What do you say to three shillings and we forget the name?" I negotiate, dropping the coins onto his paper.
The man actually considers this. "Are you two married?" he asks.
"Yes," Jack replies. We actually aren't married, but we could be. We've known each other since we were teenagers. I was taken hostage when he took down my ship. I was the Captain of The Odyssey. I ended up being his first mate when he decided that I was too valuable to kill like the rest of my crew. Let's just say we bonded and then I was upgraded to Co. Captain.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr and Mrs Smith," he says, letting us finally leave the dock.
Wow, Mrs. Smith? How original.
"So now what are we going to do?" I ask.
"Find a ship, commender it and then get the Pearl back," he says simply.
"Well I know that. But which ship?" I ask, pointing to the bay full of vessels.
The two most guarded ships were called the Dauntless and the Interceptor. The Dauntless was significantly larger and much more powerful. Honestly, it made the Interceptor look like nothing. But if the Interceptor was so heavily guarded, there had to be something special about it.
"Let's find out," Jack says. We walk down to the dock where the Interceptor rests. There are two guards there. Not as much as I was expecting. There seemed to be some kind of event up at the cliff.
Jack and I don't say anything to the guards. We just walk by, waiting for them to notice. It takes a little longer than it should, but they notice.
"Hey! You!" They run in front of us. "This dock is off limits to civilians," they inform us.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know," Jack says. "If I see one, I shall inform you immediately." With that, he continues walking until the guards stop him again.
Shoot, they aren't as idiotic as they look. "Apparently there's some high toned and fancy to-do up there at the fort, eh," I but in. The guards look at me, startled. It's like they forgot I was there. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"
My flattery had thrown them, I could tell. "Someone has to make sure that this dock stays off limits to civilians," they tell me. Now, that was an answer I could have predicted before I even asked the question, either because I'm so incredibly smart, or they are predictable. Whatever answer it was, I had to come up with another answer to get me closer to the one I actually wanted.
"Now that's a fine goal, but it seems to me that a ship like that," Jack says gesturing to the Dauntless, "makes this one over here look a bit superfluous, really."
"Oh the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed," one of the guards informs us without even thinking about it.
"I've heard of one, supposed to very fast, nigh uncatchable," I've caught their attention, now. I pause for dramatic effect. "The Black Pearl."
The two buffoons launch into an argument over whether the Black Pearl is real or not, which it is, while Jack and I sneak on the Interceptor. They never even notice. If you can get someone talking long enough, you can do anything without them noticing. But don't try that on me. I would notice.
Jack tests out the wheel. "How is she?" I ask.
Jack grins. "I hope Mr. Norrington won't miss her too much."
Ah, James Norrington. I had almost forgotten about him. He's a pox to us all. I despise his existence. I do have to say though, he has some pretty nice ships.
"Hey! Get away from there!"
Bugger. I had almost forgotten about the guards. It's too bad they hadn't forgotten about Jack and I. They were shouting and waving their guns around. I don't have a problem with guns unless they are being pointed at me. Which they are in this case.
"I'm so sorry," Jack says, trying to sound sincere. "It's just...it's such a pretty boat. Ship," he corrects himself.
"What's your names?" they ask us. I go with the name the harbor master gave us and tell them Mr. and Mrs. Smith, but they don't seem to believe us because it's bloody unoriginal.
"What's your purpose here, Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"
"Yeah! And no lies!" the guards try to sound intimidating.
"Well, I confess. It's my intention to commender one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, rage, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out," Jack says. If it's the truth they want, the truth they'll get.
"I said no lies!" The one guard says.
"I think he's telling the truth," the other one says.
"If he's telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us," the first one points out.
Uh oh. I sense another pointless argument coming.
"Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you," Jack says, which just confuses them more. After exchanging looks, they raise their guns at us.
I raise my hands. "Parlay?" I ask. They ignore my request. It never works with these Navy gits.
"Why are you here?" they ask again.
"You really want to know?" I ask. They nod. I could almost hear the ticking of the lie department of my brain running into overtime.
"Now see, Jack and I were on an island inhabited by a group of people called the Pelogostos. They eat people, but they had something that we wanted so I,"
"What did they have that you wanted?" the second guard asks, lowering his gun. He's already hooked on the story.
"Don't interrupt me with stupid questions!" I snap.
"Get to the point, Mrs. Smith," the first guard warns. I decide that I like the second one better.
"I ran aground on their island and they made me their chief," I start, but my story was rudely interrupted by screams. I frown at the guards and they frown back. I turn around and we all try to find the source of the noise. It's coming from a girl falling off the cliff. At first the screams annoyed me, but she had a good reason to be screaming. Then suddenly there was a splash. We waited a moment, but she never swam to the surface.
"Will you be saving her then?" Jack asks the guards.
"No, I can't swim," the guard answers. Jack rolls his eyes and looks at the other who just shakes his head.
"Pride of the King's Navy, you are. Hold these," he says, handing me his effects before jumping in the water to rescue that girl. I don't know why he's doing this. He's saving the life of some snob who's only going to kill him in return for it once she finds out he's a pirate.
I run off the boat and to the dock where Jack is hauling her over to. I pull her up from the water and set her on the dock. She's not conscious.
"She's not breathing!" one of the guards shouts.
I pull out a knife from my pocket and cut open her corset. Water splashes out and she coughs and spits out water and gasps for air.
She looked at Jack, and I noticed her eyes weren't filled with hate. Probably because she was dazed. After all, she just fell from a cliff. I also notice that she is wearing a pirate medallion around her neck. This girl is not a pirate.
"Where did you get that?" I ask her.
She looks up at me in fear, almost as if I had just busted her, which I kind of did.
"On your feet!" a commanding voice shouts at Jack and I. I know this voice. It's Norrington. Great. Here we go again...
A/N: This is the first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic that I have ever posted, so if your reading this, you have read the chapter and I just want to say thanks. I hope you liked the chapter and will continue reading this.
Also, I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of it's characters (even though that would be awesome).