An American Pirate
Disclaimer: Because he is a pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow cannot be owned by anyone, not Captain Barbosa, the British army or me. In similar logic, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: A Change of the winds
Captain Jack Sparrow took a deep breath of the fresh saltwater air. This was the life, he thought, all alone on the Black Pearl with the crystal stars shining overhead. He enjoyed the company of his crew, but he loved the feel of the sea under the rudders of his ship. For tonight it was just he and the Pearl.
Jack pulled a chair close to the helm and lay down, steering the ship with his feet. He had no idea where he was headed, only that he had all the time in the world. So timeless, thought Jack, gazing up at the starry sky. There was no moon that night, for which Jack was grateful. The moon changed with the time, was born, aged, and then died. The stars weren't limited to the lengths of time. They were ageless, as beautiful as some people's idea of immortality. Jack shuttered at the memory of what immortality had cost his former crew, the ones who had mutinied against him and taken Cortez's Aztec gold, rendering them forever cursed.
"Thank goodness that's over," Jack sighed in relief. He was thankful that he only had one life to live, a life of a fairly normal span. He rose and dropped the anchor, although he had a bit of difficulty with the matter, since it usually took two men to accomplish the feat. When that was done, he climbed up the mast. The warm summer wind blew his long black hair and he had to grab his hat to prevent it from being blown into the ocean. He pulled himself into the crow's nest and sprawled out comfortably listening to the wind in the sails. This is the life, Jack thought as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. A pirate's life for me.
When Jack awoke, the sun was only just rising on the horizon. He rose and stretched, prepared to eventually return to Port Royal where Will Turner and the crew of the Black Pearl would be awaiting him. From there they would set off to wherever the wind took them. He started down the mast, whistling a pirate song, but stopped halfway down. He thought he saw a land mass in the east. Jack stared into the sun for a moment, knowing he shouldn't have been anywhere near land, going by his calculations, but he saw nothing else. He continued down and grabbed his telescope. He was shocked to see that there was indeed a large mass of land in the East. The Pearl seemed to be rapidly approaching it, which didn't make sense because Jack was sure he had dropped the anchor last night. He remembered because he had one heck of a time with it. Jack rushed to the anchor hold and found the anchor drawn up. But there was no one else on the ship who could have brought the anchor in! Oh well, Jack decided. He would stop at whatever this place was and reluctantly ask for directions to Port Royal. So Captain Jack Sparrow took the helm and brought the magnificent Black Pearl into port. Jack heard sounds such as he had never before heard. Amidst the sounds of seagulls calling, children playing, and people chattering were loud foreign noises. A loud whirring sound came from overhead and Jack looked up to see a large object flying through the sky like a bird. The pirate's eyes grew wide in shock. Whatever place this was, he wasn't in Port Royal anymore.