I wrote this a long while ago after POTC 4 came out in the theaters. I'm just posting it to share with others. I don't expect it to be a good story and I really don't care for criticism on it or constructive feedback. If there is something you like I would like to hear it though.
As for disclaimers, I don't own anything of POTC. Sarah Sparrow is my own creation that I spent several months creating, working out the details of her character.
On Wings of Change
Flashback 15 years ago to the day.
Sailor 1 with a weak west country accent – Well Sarah, what do ye think of meeting up and getting a share of not only the swag we've acquired, but also the swag of the rest of our fleet.
Sarah – In terms of precious metal, I love Platinum and in terms of gems, I, just like any other person in the world, I love diamonds.
Sailor 1 – Aye, diamonds, a girl's best friend. You've done a lot to bring in our prizes. I wouldn't be surprised if the Pirate Commodore gave you first pick of the swag.
Sarah – I would kill to get what I deserve," Sarah said half seriously and half sarcastically.
They went ashore hauling the unpicked treasure.
Sarah – Commodore, this island is rather big.
Pirate Commodore – Aye, we've used this island as our place to divide our treasure for a long time. Kind of like our base camp.
The First Mate – Biggest island for over a hundred miles of open sea, and set right in the heart of the Caribbean.
Sarah – How often do people come here?
Pirate Commodore - Hardly ever, the island is protected by dangerous reefs and shoals.
The Commodore said pointing off to the side of the boat. Sarah could see the rocky outcroppings of reefs.
There was much partying that night.
There were five ships in our fleet, and the crews of all of them were drinking rum to their hearts content, there was music being played, a bon fire was built out on the beach and our swag was piled atop an old sail.
(Sarah's ship had up to 28 crewmembers, ship 2 had 25, ship 3 had 23, ship 4 had 22 and ship 5 also had 22, 120 crewmembers in total including Sarah)
Sarah didn't drink or party.
She sat separate from the men, greed glowed in her eyes.
The greed built up inside her like a tropical storm that was becoming a hurricane.
The full moon was set high overhead.
An hour past sunset and the drunken men were scattered all over the beach, passed out.
Sarah then stood from where she had been sitting and walked over to the commodore.
She drew her freshly sharpened sword from its sheath and with a swift swipe; she slit the commodore's throat.
Before the night was over the beach was stained with blood, over 100 men slaughtered.
One man had hidden in the shadows of the thick overgrowth.
He hid until Sarah was busy hauling the treasure off to a cave, then he made a break for one of the boats.
A month passed since that horrible night when Sarah's grandfather, the man who had raised her and Keeper of the Code, heard of what she had done.
Captain Edward Teague was known to kill pirates who had merrily suggested going against the Pirate's Code, after all it was his duty to enforce the code and it was his duty to judge Sarah, deem her sentence and then make sure it was carried out.
He sailed for the island upon which she was living on and sent men ashore to capture her and bring her to him.
The beach was still stained with blood, enough evidence of Sarah's treachery.
On board his vessel Troubadour, Teague tried Sarah for her crime.
Captain Teague – How could you Sarah, after everything I taught you?
Sarah – I am a pirate, a bloodthirsty pirate. You've killed people.
Captain Teague – It is not the same and you know it. What you did was slaughter, a slaughter that is an extreme violation of the Code, the Code that I keep.
Sarah – Pirates will do whatever it takes to get what they want, as I have done.
Teague pulled his pistol out and aimed it at her.
Sarah didn't wince, or flinch, she just stood there with a blank expression on her face.
Teague wanted to pull the trigger, but his heart for her was big and strong and for the first time he couldn't bring himself to kill a Code violator.
He stowed his pistol away.
Captain Teague placed a hand on the Pirate Code.
Captain Teague – Morgan and Bartholomew, I beseech thee, if there was some way to show Sarah what she has become, please do so.
As if an answer to his prayer, Sarah was right then and there transformed into a black dragon, with a short snout, an elegant frill that could emote Sarah's mood,
two hard horns and four cartilaginous horns sticking straight out the back of her head, a short but thick neck, ridiculously big, long wings, sharp retractable claws,
muscular limbs, a long tail, two diagonal vertical fins set over her hips,
two horizontal fins at the end of her tail, she had sharp fangs that could retract back, and her flesh was rotting from her bones like a giant flying zombie dragon
A ghostly voice followed the transformation – Sarah, from this day henceforth you will be cursed to live out your life as a black dragon, when you've felt remorse for your crime the curse will lift slightly, but you will always bear the residue of the Black Dragon of Death
Onlooker 1 – What does that mean?
Onlooker 2 – Basically Sarah will never be able to look entirely human again
Teague had a face of sorrow.
Captain Teague – Sarah, since I cannot bring myself to put you to death, I hereby exile you to this here island. You are not to leave this island ever for any reason. If you do Sarah, I will have you hunted down and put to death.
Sarah sat at a table in the Faithful Bride in Tortuga, lost in thought.
She had been faithful to her sentencing and just as the spirit of Bartholomew had said she was able to shake off some of her curse, but there was indeed a 'residue' of the black dragon.
She looked overall human except for the frill on top of her head, horns sticking out the back of her head, the mouth full of sharp teeth, the massive black wings, the huge tail with fins at the end, the two fins over her hips, the sharp black claws on her hands and the fact that she couldn't walk comfortably on her whole foot so she walked on her digits.
Sarah wore a black hooded cloak, an alligator skin leather vest with a black silk shirt underneath, a python skin belt with a black silk sash, and charcoal colored trousers.
All of her clothing accommodated her dragon parts.
When she went into towns she pinned her tail up under the cloak to keep hidden and she always wore her hood up, just as she did now.
She was waiting for someone and had been for the past month now.
She was waiting for her father, Captain Jack Sparrow, whom she had a proposition to make.
She hadn't seen her father in over 15 years, but she knew better than most anyone, in fact she knew him better than he knew her.
When she was just two years old, her mother passed away from tuberculosis and a friend of the family, Joshamee Gibbs, took her to her grandfather who raised her until she was just 8 years old, then she joined up with a pirate crew.
She had been young to be out on her own, but she was quiet capable of holding her own.
A young boy came over to Sarah.
"He's coming into port," the lad said, clearly out of breath.
"Thank ye lad," Sarah said. She handed him a gold doubloon, stood and left the tavern.
She walked down towards the docks and could see a black ship with black sails coming into port. It was nighttime, but the full moon provided excellent light. She smiled happily as she watched it make berth at one of the vacant docks. She walked towards it and saw two familiar figures disembark.
She pulled her cloak tightly around her and waited for them to approach her.
"Captain Sparrow?" she said, her voice demanded attention.
Jack looked at her uneasily.
"Aye," He said.
He halted in front of her. She lowered her hood revealing her horns and frill.
"Sarah?" Gibbs said with shock and almost choking with fright.
"Aye, Mr. Gibbs, it's been too long," Sarah said.
"Don't let Teague catch you outside your island," Jack said and brushed past her.
"I need to talk to you, I have a venture in the making and I need your help," Sarah said turning to him. He stopped and turned to look at her.
"Let us go find a table and some drinks to talk over," Jack said, deciding to hear her out for once.
He ushered her on.
The three pirates sat at a vacant table.
"So what's it you're after that you need my help?" Jack asked.
Sarah remained silent when the server brought two tankards full of rum.
"What about you?" Jack asked.
He remembered her love for rum was just as strong as his.
"I can't, fire breath and rum don't mix well, causes an uncomfortable explosion inside me," Sarah said waving her hand dismissively.
"You poor thing," Jack said.
"So, what is this venture you're planning?" Gibbs asked taking a long pull from his tankard.
"I seek the Waters of Shangri-La," Sarah said leaning forward and speaking in a whisper.
Jack spat his rum out in shock.
"Have you gone mad?" Jack asked in a hushed tone.
"No I have not," Sarah said.
"Sarah, monsters guard the Path to Shangri-La and the Gateway of Shangri-La. Horrible beasties that will eat your flesh like candy and drink you bodily fluids like rum," Jack said shaking his head, clearly turn off on the idea.
"I am well aware of the dangers, but might I remind you that I be a terrible beastie meself," Sarah said. Every time she talked, she flashed her sharp teeth in an unsettling way.
"Even the most foolish and stupid of pirates wouldn't dare risk the journey to Shangri-La," Gibbs said in a harsh tone.
"I am not foolish, or stupid. I've made mistakes, we all have, but that doesn't mean I am stupid," Sarah said glaring at him.
"I wasn't saying you were," Gibbs said quickly.
"Why do you need me?" Jack asked.
Sarah leaned close to him.
"I recall from my childhood you have a rather special little trinket that can help show the way," Sarah said in a whisper.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I am really not interested in fighting terrible beasties," Jack said.
He took a swig of rum.
"What is it about the Waters of Shangri-La that you are after?" Gibbs asked.
"What do you know about them?" Sarah asked.
"I've heard only tales and rumors of its abilities," Gibbs said.
"Aye, it has the power to lift curses, including my own," Sarah said.
"Well it's been nice talking to you but I have a few things I need to take care of here," Jack said as he stood up. He wanted to leave the company of his cursed illegitimate daughter as quickly as possible, especially when she had the Shangri-La idea in her head.
Sarah stood and cleverly swiped her father's compass as they embrace.