PotC and all it's characters belong to the Mouse, because unfortunately, He
is too big to fit into standard mouse-traps.
Aah, first fanfics, aren't they lovely? Yes, so very, very fun. I'll just let you all know right now; this fic has taken a while to get off the ground. I kept telling myself I'd write it, and then... I'd lose my nerve. Anyway, Hope you like it, and happy reading!
.... Oh! By the way, this starts just after the movie ends. Okay, no more interruptions, on with the show!
Homecoming
...We got something never saw before, Their jaws dropping to the floor, Steel baby, sword and sin.
Rebels born without a care... ...only to fly where eagles dare...
Ride the Wind
Tortuga.
Possibly the most wretched port in the whole of the Caribbean, thus making it the favorite hiding place of every type of criminal on this side of the world. It was a treasury of ill-gotten goods, stolen treasures, and forbidden delights. If something could be found, you could almost certainly find it in Tortuga. For a price, of course. Murderers, bandits, deserters, and worst of all, (depending on your viewpoint) pirates, all found this hell-hole to be more of a haven.
Not the least among them was Captain Jack Sparrow.
The eccentric pirate was somewhat of a celebrity amongst the inhabitants of the port, a fact which he enjoyed very much. His recent adventure of rescuing a governor's daughter and fighting off mutineers to regain his ship only added to his substantial list of triumphs. This of course, made him the talk of the town, which would not be called a good thing by most people. But then, Captain Jack Sparrow was not most people, and he enjoyed being the object of attention, both good and bad.
Perhaps this was why certain persons were inclined to call him egotistical.
Not that he cared.
Captain Jack Sparrow was standing at the wheel of The Black Pearl, gently steering his beloved ship towards the looming bulk of Tortuga. The newly risen sun floated high in the air, casting a cheery light over everything, and gentle waves lapped against the bow. Sea birds called and wheeled about overhead. Jack smiled as a warm breeze blew past him, tossing his wild hair about. One hand rested comfortably on the wheel of his ship, the other in his pocket, stroking the worn wood of his compass.
It was a strange little thing, not pointing in the direction compasses were supposed to point. It instead, as far as he could figure, pointed in the direction of whatever he most wanted. It had never steered him wrong yet, and he never parted with it. (At least, not if he could help it.)
Jack turned the wheel slightly, guiding The Pearl into the bay. As the ship drew closer to shore, a miniature flotilla of small boats manned by children of varying ages appeared in the waters, racing to greet the larger ship. They all raised flags of varying bright colors, some even had likenesses of the Black Flag flown proudly by the Pearl.
He grinned and waved jauntily at them. The gesture was returned by a spattering of cheers and waving. Jack continued to smile, as he watched the children playfully race the Pearl. They were the spawn of pirates like him. Young hellions born with the sea in their blood and a thirst for adventure, boys and girls alike. He watched them talk amongst themselves and smiled. They acted out what they saw in this town, fighting, sailing their little crafts, and generally being as lawless as their illegitimate parents. They would never say they didn't have an interesting childhood. Growing bored with their game, they maneuvered their little vessels away as The Pearl came into the dock.
Seeing that his ship was properly tied to the dock, Jack disembarked, strolling down the docks as if he owned the very world. He certainly thought he did. Jack wandered down the main street, glad to be back and wondering what to do first. He immediately thought of his favorite strumpets, but then he remembered the not-so-warm welcome they'd given him last time. Wincing at the memory, Jack decided to wait a bit before seeking out any pleasurable company. Perhaps after something to drink... Yes, that was a good idea. Smiling delightedly, Jack meandered off towards his favorite bar, where he bought himself a pint of rum and sat down at a back table. He sighed happily; watching drunkards fight and listening to the endless absurdities of bar talk.
It was good to be back.
-bows- Yes, I know, 'tis a short little thing. Mostly because of the lack of dialogue, I suppose. Don't worry, the next one'll be longer, I promise! Hope you liked it! -cough-REVIEW!-cough- Yeah, I did put some song lyrics at the top. I intend to do that on every chapter, as I usually listen to music while thinking up my strange ideas. That's all for now. Oh, and review!
C.S.
Aah, first fanfics, aren't they lovely? Yes, so very, very fun. I'll just let you all know right now; this fic has taken a while to get off the ground. I kept telling myself I'd write it, and then... I'd lose my nerve. Anyway, Hope you like it, and happy reading!
.... Oh! By the way, this starts just after the movie ends. Okay, no more interruptions, on with the show!
Homecoming
...We got something never saw before, Their jaws dropping to the floor, Steel baby, sword and sin.
Rebels born without a care... ...only to fly where eagles dare...
Ride the Wind
Tortuga.
Possibly the most wretched port in the whole of the Caribbean, thus making it the favorite hiding place of every type of criminal on this side of the world. It was a treasury of ill-gotten goods, stolen treasures, and forbidden delights. If something could be found, you could almost certainly find it in Tortuga. For a price, of course. Murderers, bandits, deserters, and worst of all, (depending on your viewpoint) pirates, all found this hell-hole to be more of a haven.
Not the least among them was Captain Jack Sparrow.
The eccentric pirate was somewhat of a celebrity amongst the inhabitants of the port, a fact which he enjoyed very much. His recent adventure of rescuing a governor's daughter and fighting off mutineers to regain his ship only added to his substantial list of triumphs. This of course, made him the talk of the town, which would not be called a good thing by most people. But then, Captain Jack Sparrow was not most people, and he enjoyed being the object of attention, both good and bad.
Perhaps this was why certain persons were inclined to call him egotistical.
Not that he cared.
Captain Jack Sparrow was standing at the wheel of The Black Pearl, gently steering his beloved ship towards the looming bulk of Tortuga. The newly risen sun floated high in the air, casting a cheery light over everything, and gentle waves lapped against the bow. Sea birds called and wheeled about overhead. Jack smiled as a warm breeze blew past him, tossing his wild hair about. One hand rested comfortably on the wheel of his ship, the other in his pocket, stroking the worn wood of his compass.
It was a strange little thing, not pointing in the direction compasses were supposed to point. It instead, as far as he could figure, pointed in the direction of whatever he most wanted. It had never steered him wrong yet, and he never parted with it. (At least, not if he could help it.)
Jack turned the wheel slightly, guiding The Pearl into the bay. As the ship drew closer to shore, a miniature flotilla of small boats manned by children of varying ages appeared in the waters, racing to greet the larger ship. They all raised flags of varying bright colors, some even had likenesses of the Black Flag flown proudly by the Pearl.
He grinned and waved jauntily at them. The gesture was returned by a spattering of cheers and waving. Jack continued to smile, as he watched the children playfully race the Pearl. They were the spawn of pirates like him. Young hellions born with the sea in their blood and a thirst for adventure, boys and girls alike. He watched them talk amongst themselves and smiled. They acted out what they saw in this town, fighting, sailing their little crafts, and generally being as lawless as their illegitimate parents. They would never say they didn't have an interesting childhood. Growing bored with their game, they maneuvered their little vessels away as The Pearl came into the dock.
Seeing that his ship was properly tied to the dock, Jack disembarked, strolling down the docks as if he owned the very world. He certainly thought he did. Jack wandered down the main street, glad to be back and wondering what to do first. He immediately thought of his favorite strumpets, but then he remembered the not-so-warm welcome they'd given him last time. Wincing at the memory, Jack decided to wait a bit before seeking out any pleasurable company. Perhaps after something to drink... Yes, that was a good idea. Smiling delightedly, Jack meandered off towards his favorite bar, where he bought himself a pint of rum and sat down at a back table. He sighed happily; watching drunkards fight and listening to the endless absurdities of bar talk.
It was good to be back.
-bows- Yes, I know, 'tis a short little thing. Mostly because of the lack of dialogue, I suppose. Don't worry, the next one'll be longer, I promise! Hope you liked it! -cough-REVIEW!-cough- Yeah, I did put some song lyrics at the top. I intend to do that on every chapter, as I usually listen to music while thinking up my strange ideas. That's all for now. Oh, and review!
C.S.