A/N: This is my first POTC fanfic ever, so please be nice. This is a cross-over with one of my favorite pirate movies ever and I thought it would be amusing to see what would happen if Peter Blood and Jack Sparrow would do if they met. Please forgive the occ-ness, I tried my best to keep Jack as in character as I could.

Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Blood or POTC. All rights are reserved to those who own them.


Gentlemen of Fortune

Chapter I: Rumours

So the rumours were indeed true. Jack took a long gulp from his bottle of rum and tossed it over his shoulder, barely missing someone's head, when it was empty and muttered bitterly, "Captain Blood…the greatest pirate that's ever sailed the sea. What an exaggeration! Why I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack looked up and saw that Gibbs was sharing a few pints of ale with some lady company and he yelled, "Gibbs, get over here now!" startled with the sudden outburst, Gibbs spilled his drink all over himself and rushed over to the seething Jack.

"Aye Jack, what be the matter? You've look as if you've seen a ghost." Gibbs commented, puzzled at his captain's distraught countenance. Gibbs took a seat from across Jack, waiting for an explanation. The latter regarded him with a meaningful look and asked, "Gibbs, what knows you of this Captain Blood fellow?" At hearing the name, Gibbs suddenly became uncomfortable, earning him a sharp look from Jack.

"Not much, sir, only that he be Irish and a physician, who was charged with treason and imprisoned in a plantation in Port Royal, but escaped and took command of a Spanish vessel and converted to piracy. Why do you ask of him, Jack?" Gibbs watched as Jack allowed this information to sink into his now somber mind. An Irish physician turned pirate? Who would have known? Jack nodded his head and said, "Yes, that much I get, but what I don't get, Gibbs, is why everyone calls him the greatest pirate!"

Now Gibbs understood Jack's sudden lost of coolness. He was jealous. Jack noticed the amused twinkle in the latter's eyes and read it as mirth. "I'm not jealous, Gibbs, I'm merely curious to see just how much of a bloody pirate this Blood is. Do you know where we can find him and see if he lives up to his name?" Gibbs snatched a pint of ale from the passing by waitress and took a swing from it, before answering, "Last I hear he was on Tortuga, though from what I heard, "Gibbs said, in a low voice, "He hasn't picked up a sword in years." At this Jack smiled. Curiosity was getting the best of Jack Sparrow, compelling him to go see this Blood and see what he was made of.

"Get the crew, Gibbs; we sail for Tortuga tonight to pay a little visit to Blood." Jack said, taking one last gulp from his newly acquired bottle of rum and standing up.