A/N: Here's my story. Please Read and review!
Narrators point of view (POV)
Jack smiled to himself as he wandered up the Port Royal dock. He was going to see Elizabeth. Seeing Elizabeth meant going to a house, not just a house, a wealthy house and wealthy houses meant rum. Yes, Jack was drunk. He was very drunk. Six months at sea with barely any rum had been torture for our favourite captain so when he hit dry land rum was the first thing he thought of was rum… And girls.
Jack reached the door and knocked loudly. The large black door opened. "How may I help you, uh, sir?"
"I'm 'ere for Elizabeth." He called with slurred words. The servant nodded.
"And you are?" Jack smiled again and started to sing to himself. Between lines our beloved captain told the butler that he would show himself in.
At this point in time the heroine of our other story (Curse of the Black Pearl, Dead Man's Chest and Devy Jones' Locker.) rounded the corner to see Mr. Slome (the Butler) and Captain Jack Sparrow arguing about whether Jack was allowed in or not.
And here, my friends, I leave you with our new favourite character Aurelia Scarlett Cohen. Her story starts here. Please do not forget I will rejoin you again soon.
Yours truly,
Narrator.