This is my take on Jack Sparrow's life. How he became a pirate, etc. I will say that I'm not wandering about aimlessly. I have some information about Jack's years working for the East India trading Company while serving under Becket. In other words, I'm trying to make this as accurate as possible. Enjoy.
Pirates of the Caribbean is not mine, btw.
It was night in the Caribbean. Darkness covered the tumbling waters like a thick blanket, filling in all corners and nooks.
A thin layer of fog rose steadily over the waves, licking at the water, teasing it.
Slowly making its way through the darkness was a ship. Its movements were sluggish, as the wind was but a faint breeze. The crew, obviously, was not in much of a hurry, as they had not attempted running out the sweeps to hasten themselves.
The sails hung limp, awaiting a breeze that wouldn't come again for hours. A few members of the crew still lingered on deck, tending to the last of the ship's needs for the night.
The lamps were slowly being extinguished as the crew prepared to retire for the night. In a matter of moments, the only lamp left lit was that of the captain's quarters.
The captain indeed was the only man left awake on board. He sat hunched lazily over his desk, tapping at his brass compass and taking down notes in his log.
He was relaxed, his coat hung over his chair, and his dark shoulder-length hair loosened from it's customary tie.
Jack Smith, captain of the Wicked Wench, currently employed by the East India Trading Company.
He sat back and stroked his chin. He could feel the stubble returning. He noted that it would be wise to shave again once he reached Port Royal, as not to upset his higher-ups.
Higher-ups. More like higher-up. Singular term. After all, he was not of the military, he was not a merchant. He simply did odd-jobs for one Cutler Beckett.
Not what anyone would call an honorable one, but did he ask for one? All he wanted was to remain on the sea, his first and currently only love. He refused to become a pirate, though. In his younger days, when he was but a boy of seventeen who introduced himself as 'Jack Sparrow', the notion might have crossed his mind. Now, though, he was perfectly content running around for Beckett.
He was quite wild back then. He remembered his motley crew, chasing fantastical items and outwitting fearsome pirates. While some of the more noble, and high-class commissioners he'd known recently might say he'd calmed down, his crew knew him to still be rather carefree, wild, and having a bit too much of a love for his rum.
He chuckled softly as he thought of the different Jacks known by different sets of people. It had become obscured to him even who he was at times. But, as the saying goes, 'you are truly yourself when no one is around.'
He yawned and stretched. It was about time to be getting to bed, he decided, closing his log and extinguishing his lantern. It was going to be a long day tomorrow, as Beckett awaited them at port to give him his newest assignment.
That would be chapter one. Just an introduction. Jack's life seems to be going pretty well, huh? Well not for long! Tune in next time, and review if you want to see more.