lCHAPTER 1

17-year-old Jack Sparrow drove up to his new high school, Port Royal High. His old, run-down car choked weakly as he put it to a stop, thick dark smoke coming out the back end. He probably should get that checked out, and he decided to call Gibbs later.

The new school was smaller than his last one, and he couldn't wait to get the day over with. This was the third high school he had been transferred to, as he was a very problematic child, and he expected this one to be no different.

Jack could tell that Gibbs had been at his wits end when he enrolled him for Port Royal High, and it had made Jack feel a little guilty- but only a little. While he had no intention to stay here by any means, he decided he could at least go to a few classes at this one. Gibbs deserved at least that much.

He wiped small trickles of sweat from his hot brow, the sun's heat blaring down on his tan skin. The sooner the day was over, the better. Jack never really cared for school- for education. To him, such things were pointless and a waste of time, hence why he was held back a grade.

Students traveled left and right, heading to their first period classes. Jack followed their lead, at least for now. Until Gibbs came and got him, he would have nothing better to do than to just play along.

Looking at his schedule, Jack groaned at what was to come. The whole schedule itself was alright, compared to what it could've been. He looked forward to P.E. and was sure he could put up with Mythology and Geography all right, but it was his first period class, English, which he severely despised. He couldn't wait to just get it over and done with.

It took a few minutes to find his class, but he did so just in time for the bell to ring. As he entered the English classroom, he was immediately greeted with surprised looks from the students and teacher.

Port Royal High was small enough school for everyone to at least recognize each other, and rarely were they ever meeted with a new face.

"Oy!" Said the teacher- a squat, older man with few hairs atop his head- as he stood up and marched over to where Jack stood. "And who might you be then? A new student?"

A new delinquent, more like, Jack couldn't help but think.

"Yes sir," replied Jack.

"What's your name then, lad?"

"Smith," Jack lied.

"Smith what?"

"Just Smith, sir." Jack shook his teacher's hand.

His teacher looked as if he wanted to say something, until he realized something was being shoved into his hand. Money.

"Right then, Mr. Smith," replied his teacher, shoving the money quickly into his coats pocket. "If you would please take a seat next to Mr. Norrington, then."

Jack nodded, smirking, and made his way to his gestured seat. He gave a cocky smile to Norrington, who just looked him over and scowled.

Jack could already tell just by looking what sort of guy this Norrington dude was.

He looked around Jack's age, so Jack didn't know why he was in the 11th grade class. Norrington seemed far too prissy and prideful to be a fellow delinquent.

Jack decided to shrug it off for now. It wasn't his business and, quite frankly, he didn't really care.

"Okay class, if you would please turn to page 54 in your 'Pirates of Penzance' novels. Yesterday we left off at…"

Jack stopped listening. It was only 2 minutes into the class and already he was bored. This day was gonna take forever! He couldn't help but feel a little angry about Gibbs for this, though he knew his guardian only had Jack's best interests in mind. And, technically, in some ways it was Jack's own fault, but Jack didn't care to think about that for the moment.

"Sorry I'm late," said a new voice. Jack looked up and saw a girl in the doorway.

She had long, dirty blonde curls that touched her back, with gorgeous blue eyes to match. She was hot!

Maybe this day doesn't have to suck, Jack thought.

The girl continued: "I was at cheer practice this morning and ended up saving a cat from a tree."

No one questioned it.

"It's quite all right, Elizabeth. You know your seat…"

Elizabeth smiled softly, nodded, and took her seat- right in front of Jack!

Elizabeth seemed to notice that Jack was a new student, because she gave him a polite smile and wave. No one who actually knew Jack would do that, Jack was sure.

He was about to smirk back and say something, but suddenly she turned back around to listen to the teacher.

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head. It was then that Norrington caught his attention in the corner of his vision. Norrington was looking between Jack and Elizabeth, with a jealous look across his face. Not just any jealous look either, THE jealous look.

Jack almost laughed. Norrington had a crush on Elizabeth? That was hilarious! Jack only knew the guy for 4 minutes and already he could tell she was out of his league. It didn't take a genius to know that this 'relationship' between the two wouldn't end well. That pratt.

Class dabbled on for a while, Jack not paying attention to it at all. Who cared about singing pirates anyway?

He thought back to his days at 7 Seas High. That was the school he had lasted longest at by far, and if it weren't for that back-stabbing, two-timing Barbossa, he probably wouldn't have done the certain thing that got him expelled… Then again, maybe he would have. It seemed like the fact that Jack had the gun in the first place might've been enough reason, according to his counselor…

Despite Barbossa betraying him, Jack couldn't help but somewhat wish his ex-best friend was here. At 7 Seas High, they would do a whole bunch of different things together to pass time in boring classes, such as spit-balling Rags and Pint, or trying to see who could hit Bo's bald head with a pencil.

Jack sighed, those were the good times. He often wondered why things had to change, what Jack could have done differently on his part to have avoided the nasty betrayal. This wouldn't have been the first time Jack would have pondered this, and he always came to the same conclusion: he couldn't. Something must've been wrong with Barbie because Jack had been the complete perfect friend. He was absolutely sure of it.

Jack continued to stay lost in his deep thoughts, until the end of class bell finally rang. Jack was one of the first is the room to spring up from the seat and bolt to the door, eager to escape that blasted prison ASAP.

Jack smile faded, however, once he realized that he had no idea where the P.E. room was.

" Need help?" Asked a kind voice behind him.

Jack twirled around to find Elizabeth smiling at him.

" You have P.E. next, right?" She continued. Jack nodded. "I'm headed there right now too, so I can show you, okay?"

Jack smiled. "Thanks, Lizzie."

Elizabeth gave him a polite 'please don't call me that' look, which he was surprised was even possible, and followed her lead.

It took a total of 3 minutes to reach the class, the whole time Elizabeth talked about school clubs and activities that he could join if he was interested. Quite frankly, he wasn't. He would rather try to stay away from that school and its clubs as much as possible, but for now he decided not to say anything.

The P.E. room actually turned out to be just the gym, not that Jack was at all surprised. He could tell from all the kids sitting there that the class was supposed to meet on the bleachers. Just before he was about to join them, however, Jack stopped short in his tracks.

...but, how? It wasn't possible! That couldn't be him, and yet, that kid looked just like him!

" Jack? Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked.

Jack let go of the breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

One of the kids that were sitting on the bleachers was a spitting image of Jack and Gibbs's old, long-lost friend: 'Bootstrap' Bill Turner.

well then thanks for reading this is the first chapter and fanfiction written by black fuzz