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This a prequel to the Pirate"s Trilogy. It takes Place before The Curse of the Black Pearl, before Jack has the Black Pearl, even before Jack becomes…a Pirate.
Admiral Becket stood in his cabin upon the Dauntless studying the partially finished map than adorned his wall. The blank edges on the map constantly tormented him.
A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts. "Admiral Beckett, you wished to have a word with me?" a uniformed, clean shaven, East Indian Trading Company privateer questioned.
"Ah yes, come in." The privateer obeyed and waited for his superior to address him.
"You have considerably impressed me with your performance. So much that I think there is a promotion in the near future
"Thank you admiral, I promise I will not disappoint you."
"Easy, do not act too hastily. You have not received the promotion yet. It depends on your performance during our next business transaction. The goods we're to find are a bit…difficult to harvest."
The privateer looked confused. "May I ask what the goods are?"
"You'll find out all in good time. Please tell the crew to set sail east to Congo Africa" A menacing smirk appeared on Beckett face in response to how naive the young privateer was. The privateer solemnly proceeded to exit the cabin.
"Oh and Mr. Sparrow, do not disappoint me. I want you to succeed." Beckett remarked.
Several days passed and The Dauntless neared her destination. A small tribal African fishing village could be spotted nestled on the Congo shore. Jack stood on deck studying the village and its inhabitants while pondering Beckett's motivations for sailing there. Quaint, battered, small huts were scattered on the shoreline. The rising sun baked the traveled dirt paths. All the people that be could seen were black tribesmen and women
"Mr. Sparrow," Beckett called out as he approached Jack, "Are you ready to hear your mission?"
"Yes sir," Jack replied.
"You are to go ashore and survey the inhabitants take notes on their appearance, strength, any weapons they may have. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do, but how does this help you with retrieving the goods you described to me earlier. This is a poor nomadic fishing village. It looks like they haven't been disturbed for years. What could they possibly posses that you desire?"
"Do you trust me?" Beckett responded quickly and blatantly. Jack knew Beckett to be a fiendish snake, but never to him…yet. He had his doubts.
"Uhh, yes" Jack responded hesitantly.
"Then do this for me and you are one step closer to that promotion. Do we have an accord?" Beckett help out his hand and waited for Jack's response.
Jack was still cautious but soundlessly shook his hand. He didn't know it at the time but destiny was at work.
On Shore...
Jack tied up his lone longboat and proceeded into the village. Even though he was no longer in his uniform, he quickly realized that his plan to fit in was foiled by the fact that he was the only white man wandering about the streets. The villagers took notice but were accepting, therefore he did not draw too much attention or suspicion. On his person he had paper, ink, a caged sparrow, and a duty to fulfill.
Jack sat in a comfortable spot to privately record his observations noting the inhabitants lack of material possessions and advanced weaponry. Lost in thought, Jack did not notice that the caged bird was making an escape. With a flutter of its wings the cage opened and the sparrow flew into the open air along with Jack's fate.
"The Bird!" Jack squeaked as he jumped up causing his paper to scatter everywhere. He knew that bird was vital for his communication with Beckett. The sparrow gracefully landed upon the beaten dirt path next to a group of children merrily playing in the summer heat. Jack pounced to the ground but the sparrow swiftly took flight to avoid capture. Incessant giggling of the children and a few adults followed. Slightly embarrassed, Jack's face flushed as he dusted himself off, and proceeded his hunt for the sparrow. He followed his feathered friend through the bustling village.
Finally the bird landed, perched on the shoulder of someone in a big hat. Jack approached the figure carefully so not to alert his sparrow.
"Excuse me sir" he whispered, "but could I have my bird back, please?" Jack panted as sweat dripped down his check from the exhaust of the chase. The person pulled of his hat, and allowing long, curly, auburn hair to fall upon her shoulders. He was indeed a she. A bandana wrapped around her forehead. Numerous trinkets adorned her hair. Her coal rimmed eyes shown a piercing blue. Her skin was slightly bronzed from long days in the sun and lip as red as a rip apple's flesh. She casually held out hand to the bird and it pleasingly stepped on her finger.
"Certainly, just don't call me sir, sir. Savvy?"
Jack once again flushed a deep red, but for a different reason.