Hi this is my first PotC fic, so I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think of it!
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Jack Sparrow and James Norrington were best friends. They have known each other from the very begining of the great adventure called life. Their parents always marveled at this bond of friendship. The boys had very different personalities. Jack was clever, quick-thinking and rarely listened to others, with the exception of James of course, who was a good leader and listened to commands. He liked to plan everything out, not like Jack who made everything up as he went. There was a thought that the boys shared, and that's what brought them together. Both of them wanted to live life the fullest, to be free and to sail the sea's for their whole life, living a adventure. They never left each others sides. Years past and both of them started fencing and learning to sail. Every day they would walk to the pub to listen to old sailors talking about the world. Then, they'd talk about their plans for the future. Jack would dreamed of being a pirate. James talked about joining the royal navy. Then, they would sit side by side laughing together as they looked at the sea and the setting sun wishing, that the years would pass quicker, so that they could start their adventure. Then their world got turned upside down. When they were 13, Jack's mom died and the personality differences started showing. The two friends started arguing. Usually about who sailed faster, who was better with a sword and most important – who chose a better life. Jack said that a pirate had more adventures and was more free than a member of the navy. James told him that a pirate lived a shorter life and that the navy was a better choice. Their friendship was delicate and easy to vanish if they should cross a line. And that's exactly what they both did. Crossed the thin line and destroyed the beautiful thing they had. It was stupid, really. No one remembers what it was about, however the facts are that after the fight James had a broken nose and sprained wrist, while Jack had a black eye and shallow, but painful cut across his foot. They never apologised or made up. Maybe, just maybe, if they had more time, things would have solved themselves. However, just half a year later they went their seperate ways. They both felt betrayed by the other, the hurt and lost friendship raw in their mind. After years the pain subsided and they moved on. But they never forgot of each other. And as the saying goes, it is a small world. They were bound to meet again.
So... what do you think? This was just a introduction to the the story. Please review! I'll be updating soon :)