Chapter 1 Storms and shipwrecks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Jack, or any characters from POTC, only my own OC's and what situations I dream up to give them trouble

He was a Captain and as such he could sail a boat, even a ship, and it really wasn't his fault. A storm had hit, and he, being the masterfully skilful Captain Jack Sparrow has defied the odds and made land, though not port.

Ah well the pieces of the craft had made a warming fire, and he has rescued the rum. He sat on the beach watching the sunset for a moment and his expression became momentarily mournful, the sea looked fine tonight. He took another swig of rum and smiled "Where's a sea turtle when you need one, or three" he muttered to himself. He flipped open his compass and the needles spun a while and settled on a direction, his gaze followed it and a smile crossed his lips "Come here my lovely" he said, picking up the bottle of rum and drained it, the rum was gone.. he opened the compass again and it spun in the opposite direction "Ah so we go that way" he said to himself, he set off through a deep forest to find what the needle told him his desire, was to be found in.

Luckily the moon was full that night and even through the thick greenery of the trees some dappled light fell, even so the path Captain Jack Sparrow seemed at best random. He made a sort of a way up a steep hill and took in the view, there was not much of it, if you discounted the treelike objects. But there was a light, in a naturally protected bay, back up off the high tide line. It was a dim flickering light, too small and square to be a bonfire, unless this isle possessed some magical powers to make perfectly square bonfires, he did not quite discount anything anymore. Either way it was in all probability a sign of life, and where there was life, there might also be rum, and another boat.. a really pretty boat.. ship