Disclaimer: No, I do not own "Pirates of the Caribbean". As much as I'd love to, I do not.
"A Change in the Wind"
Full Summary: (15 years after the movies) Captain Jack and his crew have been unexpectedly captured by Admiral Norrington in the middle of the ocean, but they have missed one—Jane Sparrow, Jack's thirteen year old daughter, who was left aboard the Black Pearl to fend for herself, while her father was sent off to be executed.
Not to mention the son of Will and Elizabeth had snuck aboard Norrington's ship, stealing scraps from the kitchen and living in a small covered boat. Now he has the perfect opportunities to meet up with the most feared pirate in all the Caribbean, Jack, and become quite a helping hand in means of escape.
Only two weeks, they say, back to Port Royale.
But there's more to the story than believed. Over fourteen years ago, a map that would take you anywhere you wanted, if you simply asked it to, had been quarreled over by a captain and his crew member. They each took a section of it, and went off, leaving the full parchment by itself. Now the map in coming back into talk and everybody is looking for it—even Ana Maria's crew, and a few members of the Royal Navy.
So, maties, here's the basic review of it all: Ana Maria's with Jane whilst her crew has taken her ship and gone for the map, John's with Jack (who's set to be executed) and the Royal Navy (who's looking for the same thing at the same time), and everybody eventually goes looking for this legendary map that will supposedly take you anywhere you want if you ask, and if you can get past it's mysterious seal…
(Confusing?)
Well, I welcome you aboard this little twisting, treasure hunting, mess of a story.
If ye dare.
A/N: Thanks so, so, so, so, so, so much to La Flamingo and my sister for giving me C&C and for editing. If it weren't for them, this chapter would never be what it is right now! THANKS A MILLION!
Well, please enjoy! As a side note, this is made after the rest 4 chapters, as I am editing and making this more refined. Thus, the chapters after chapter 2, currently, are not edited. But feel free to read anyway!
It was early morning, nearly six o' clock, and the sun already streaked the crystal blue horizon line. Merchants paced from corner to corner while the natives sold their earnings of fresh fish and clams for a half penny. The bargaining villagers crowded in the moist, grungy town seeking ribbon, bolts of cloth and substances for meals as peasants pushed their way for anything they meagerly could. Sailors bristled in either the local tavern or aloft the sands itching for adventure on the Caribbean's calm seas, while animals, whether seagull, rat, chicken or dog, sifted among them carelessly. Inward laid the governor's palace and divine British fort; its inhabitants either going about their business and their townsmen's. Seemingly, the normal chat and bustle of the day was no different from the day before.
But appearances had deceived. In 18th century Port Royal, a fifteen year old escapee twisted easily through the crowds, deftly making himself unaware by his people. His deep eyes scowled maliciously, his strong jaw clinched firmly in anger, nostrils flaring. Though the brimming heat of the day would mercilessly boil the insides of any regular outsider, this youth had become quickly accustomed, feeling no fine reason to not place his worn, navy blue tri corn upon his dirty blonde head and wear his above average wool overcoat. After all, he would need it later. Generally his leather knee high boots made him feel proud, but now he was simply glad there was something to protect his feet from the putrid waste beneath him.
I did the right thing. They will not tell me, so I shall have to find it out myself. Silently he justified himself, same as he had for weeks, eyes firmly fastened on the colossal Navy vessels that bordered the thin beach. They cannot keep me any longer. I am a man. I deserve to know. As he spun rebellious lines in his mind, the brisk youth fought his dieing conscience, deeming it was he who had grasped the point of victory.
"Where's that pompous Norrington, anyway?" He muttered under his heated breath.
"Indeed, Governor. We intend to get that rapscallion in this two week's time, I can assure you." As if on cue, Admiral James Norrington's haughty voice emitted, triggering the instant halt of the teenager's athletic body. The British Navy commander, clad in plumed hat, admirable jacket and all, was conversing with the Port Royal's governor as he awaited his ship by the busy harbor.
"I hope you are correct, Norrington. It has been nearly sixteen years since your last close encounter with the scoundrel." Governor Weatherby Swann articulated, uncomforted by the Admiral's firm guarantee. Irritated by the sordid surroundings, which were incredibly detestable in comparison to his fortress, the governor feathered off his lavish canary blue coat pocket in one arrogant swipe and slightly adjusted his curly gray wig with stealth.
The adolescent male lightly snickered to himself, an all-knowing smile creeping onto his hidden visage. Instantly his thoughts jumped from the affluent men's conversation to the age-old beauty of the Interceptor's lacquered hull that collided with the swashing ocean as it anchored. There she is. His heart pounded with excitement, but also hesitation. Now's your chance. Glancing from side to side, he made sure of his secrecy. Steps carefully planned, the escapee inched along towards the port, ducking and pausing several moments. Furtively hunching behind a row of boxes, he made his way to the ramp in nearly two minutes. Now perched at the edge of the ramp, he was quick to be pleased without himself.
"Jonathan, my boy!" exclaimed an all too familiar voice from the escapee's back.Jonathan Turner abruptly halted, angrily dug his heel into the sand, grunted, and then twirled reluctantly towards his grandfather, the advancing Governor Swann. Great.
"My, son, what are you doing at this time of hour?" Weatherby smiled warmly as he approached his impeded grandson. Yet he stood confused, "I thought you would be eating breakfast with your family, is that not correct?"
"Father let me observe the Interceptor sail off today. I had decided to eat my meal two hours earlier." Hoping to engage in conversation only shortly, if at all, Jonathan provided a feign smile and lied. Norrington's ship could leave any moment!
Norrington, ears quick to hear any discussion of his ship, became alert instantly, moving away from his perch towards the prow and pushing back towards Jonathan and the governor. During his steady pace, he began to speak. "And I cannot blame you, Mr. Turner. The Interceptors beauty and speed is unmatched by any craft aboard the sea today," he added to Jonathan's excuse conceitedly.
Jonathan nodded hastily, impatience nagging at his legs. Nervously he glanced at the Interceptor, noticing the quickening agitation upon the deck.
The Governor hated silence, especially if he was also the one making it. This small conversation was enough for him. "Well, I ought to be going. Good day, Admiral Norrington, Jonathan." With that, he took grasp of his ornate cane and started his carriage.
"Well, it looks like my ship is nearly ready to set sail. I need to prepare before the voyage. Good day to you, Mr. Turner." Swiftly Norrington nodded his head in conclusion of the trivial chat and walked up the Interceptor's towering ramp.
Silently Jonathan followed him several feet behind. Reaching the top, Norrington halted, observed the tidy deck, and then paced towards his cabin. Jonathan sighed in relief. As unaware crew bustled above and below deck, the youth slinked into a small, wooden covered boat. I did it. Am I sure... this is what I want to do? His glazed eyes peered sentimentally over the steady ocean, awaiting an unforgettable journey to find the most infamous pirate of all the Caribbean.
His name? Captain Jack Sparrow.
Wha-la! I enjoyed writing this one very much. Please feel free to provive C&C, and as always I appreiciate reviews! - Ancient Egyptian Dreams