I have been writing Pirate fiction for a while now but I have finally posted one of my stories, I have others in the works but I'd rather have a few chapters finished before I begin posting since it's just easier that way. Enjoy and review please! I have my exams but thanks to my clever thinking, chapter 2 is finished, I shall be updating once a week which will give me plenty of time to work on other chapters and other stories.

And without further adieu!

"Slow down!"

"And I'm supposed to be the poor defenceless girl" a small black haired girl replied, sticking out her tongue as she turned around to face the boy that had just ordered her to slow down.

"We're far enough by now" the boy protested, his brown eyes pleading for the girl to sit down and take a break.

"Don't tell me that the great Jack Sparrow is begging to stop in the middle of his grand adventure" the girl said sarcastically, rolling her eyes to heaven with a smirk on her face.

The pair had recently shoplifted an apple each from one of the stalls in the market place and had been running for the past ten minutes, making sure that they hadn't been caught up with.

"Quiet Bran, or I'll make sure you walk the plank"

"Really, with what ship?"

"With my ship, I shall be a famous Captain and I will be known everywhere, people will hear of my travels and people shall write of me"

"Oh you dreamer" Bran giggled, looking up at Jack as he had jumped around exaggerating sword fights and all sorts of sea related things as he had made his speech of his hopes for the future.

"And what do you plan on doing then?" Jack quipped, looking down at Bran, an all knowing look on his face.

"A bit too early, I don't really want to think about those things just yet, I prefer just going wherever life takes me" Bran said dreamily, lying on the ground, they had reached the top of a grassy hill by now and were trying to get their breath back.

"I wonder if life will make you keep on nicking apples" Jack retorted cheekily, a smirk on his little six year old face.

"Oh, sod off!" Bran giggled, punching him in the arm, before taking a bite out of her apple.

"Damnit Sparrow, could you have any worse of an aim?" Bran muttered angrily, scrubbing at the floor angrily with her brush.

An eleven year old Jack and Bran were currently on their knees, scrubbing the wooden floor as punishment for Jack breaking a church window. They had been playing a ball game and had ended up having an argument, only for Jack to try and throw the ball at Bran, just as she ducked out of the way. The stained glass, which had had a picture St Brendan, ended up being smashed, the multi coloured pieces of glass strewn across the church floor. There had been no time to run as the priest had been standing by the entrance talking to old Mrs Sophia, an Italian woman who had moved to Shipwreck Cove nearly fifty years ago after she had married her husband who had been a pirate until his death fifteen years ago. She was a strict catholic and was always seen with some sort of shawl and was never without her hair tied back into a tight bun.
She had let out one of the loudest yelps that either of the children had ever heard. The priest had run immediately over to the side of the church to find the window broken and the two culprits staring back at him with wide eyes. Jack had considered running but he knew that it would be no use seeing as the priest had seen him and knew his mother well, so there would be no getting away with it. Why Bran had stayed, he couldn't fathom.

So here they were, on their knees in the aisle between the pews of the church. Scrubbing away viciously at the floor, well that was what Bran was doing, Jack was going about things half heartedly. He didn't even try to defend himself. What he did say was, "Why didn't you run?"

"I wasn't about to let you wind up with, God only knows what, kind of punishment, you needed an eyes witness, and I'll admit that it was sort of my fault, we didn't have that much time to run away and don't forget that I have a cousin training to be a priest."

"But what about you being the girl that took no poppycock from anyone?" Jack couldn't help but ask.

"I'll have to wait until I get out of this hell hole, or until Tom finishes his priest training"

"I HEAR TALKING" called a voice from the sacristy.

Jack and Bran huffed, before getting back to work. "So you are planning on leaving this place" Jack whispered in amusement.

"Oh shut it Sparrow" Bran snapped, but smirking regardless.
Yes, Jack thought, she is definitely one of the best friends that he had ever had, a friend for life.

Yesterday had been fun. A sixteen year old Jack and Bran had gone to the beach in search of shells and a good time. They had snuck bottles of rum along with them and had a few laughs.
People still took the mick out of Jack for being friends with a girl, but they never took it too far, knowing that he wasn't afraid to throw a punch.

That wasn't the only thing that had happened yesterday. For the first time in their years of friendship, Jack had actually looked at Bran. He saw the woman that she had become, the way the sun made her hair shine, how her eyes lit up when she smiled or laughed. And in that instant he had realised that he didn't want to spend a day without her. This feeling was completely new to him and he didn't know what it was called, but he did know that he wanted to see her today.

He knocked on the door of her ram-shackled house, he had admittedly never been inside and he never tried to force her, he knew that her mother was a bit odd and her father wasn't the most sociable of men to be around, yet she was always up for anything that Jack had in mind. But when he knocked there was no answer, no rushing noises coming from the other room, no 'just a minute', nothing.

After a few minutes, Brannagh opened the door looking upset, "I'm sorry Jack, but I can't talk to you today, I have to go"

"Did a relative die?" Jack asked, curiosity getting the best of him, causing Brannagh to leave out a feeble giggle. She sadly shook her head 'no'.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you, I need to go, I'm sorry"

"Fine! You obviously don't want me knowing, you used to tell me everything" and with that, Jack stormed off, thinking that he hoped he'd never see her again, leaving Brannagh with tears in her eyes watching him as he stalked away.

The present day Captain Jack Sparrow awoke, his head resting on his desk near an almost empty bottle of rum. He groaned as he sat up, resenting the fact that he had been dreaming of his past, and if there was anything that Jack Sparrow wanted to forget, it was his childhood. To this day he still didn't know what was going on with Brannagh, after their little encounter he had never seen or heard from her again. He remembered calling to her house everyday for the next week, trying to apologize, but she hadn't been there, or ever again for that matter.
On the seventh day, one of the neighbours had told him that they had heard screaming and shouting coming from the house. So that was all that Jack had had to go on, screaming and shouting and a missing friend, but it wasn't only her that had gone missing, her mother and siblings had disappeared also. Her father seemed angry at first but after a day or two, he had gone back to normal, as if nothing had happened which Jack could not understand.

The sound of clashing swords pulled him from his reverie so he stood up, throwing on his coat and grabbing his hat on the way out.

On deck, he watched as his crew fought against the crew of the ship that had pulled up beside them. Jacks eyes narrowed, he had left Gibbs in charge, so where was the scallywag? He pulled out his sword and began hacking his way through crewmen as they lunged at him. The fight raged on for nearly an hour but eventually the crew of the Black Pearl triumphed over their enemies and began to search their opponents ship for any goods they could salvage, such as rum and gold.
Jack had to admit that it was a good start to his day, rum always brightened up the day.

"Cap'n" called Gibbs, the first time Jack had seen him all day, he was lucky that they had gotten more rum out of this, otherwise there would have been hell to pay.

"Aye, Gibbs"

"There be a prisoner on the other ship, she be in the brig"

"'She' you say?"

"Aye Cap'n, 'she'"

"Well then, bring her aboard, enemies of my enemies are certainly friends" Jack smirked, heading back towards his cabin, eager for a victory drink.

A while later, there was a knock on the door before Gibbs entered, "Cap'n the lass is on-board as ordered, we gave her what clothes we could find, she be sittin' in the galley." he said, a fearful look in his eyes, obviously because of the fact that there was a woman on board, the last time he had sailed with a woman, the ship had been blown up and he didn't necessarily want a repeat of that.

Jack stood up, eager to meet this mystery woman, if she was in the brig, she certainly wasn't a wench so what had this intriguing female done to land herself in a brig?

Gibbs walked up to the helm as Jack went below deck to the galley in search of the woman.
When he stepped inside he didn't see anyone sitting down though, he walked further into the room keeping an eye out for anyone, until he heard the door close behind him.

"Well well well, so did the dreamer turn out to be psychic?" came a teasing voice from behind him.

I know that accent, thought Jack, as he turned around on his heels to locks eyes with the green ones by the door.

"Brannagh?"

Like it or hate it? I know that it's short but it's just a prologue. The other chapters are way longer, trust me.

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