Hello there. This will be the first of a series I came up with entitled:
'The Random Adventures Of Captain Jack Sparrow'. It will be random stories
I think of that will include Jack. (In case the title wasn't enough) Enjoy!
As usual, I do not own any characters, or anything else from POTC. ... Though I would like to. *Sad expression on face*
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'How Jack got his brand'
"Hey, Jack!" Yelled a grizzled looking pirate captain. "We're going into town tonight on a raid. You want to come on this one?"
"Really?!" A young Jack asked enthusiastically. He wasn't a day older than 16. Today was his birthday, and his captain decided it was high time Jack went on a raid.
The captain was a tall man, and a hansom one for being 55. He had on a red frock, probably from being in the British military. He had grey hair that was pulled back with a rag and a long, grey beard. His name was Captain Long Fox. The 'fox' came later in his pirating career from his bushy, silvery beard. Capt. Long took Jack in after Jack's father, Edward Long, was killed by natives on an island he was exploring. The other crewmembers resented Jack because they figured that Capt. Long favored Him over the crew. This wasn't true of course. Capt. Long was an excellent captain. Capt. Long was Jack's uncle. Jack came from a long line of pirates, so he always wanted to make a name for himself.
Capt. Long walked over to Jack and rubbed his head vigorously. "Course, Jack! It's your birthday after all! No sense in staying on the ship all day doing chores."
Jack looked up at him and smiled happily. With that, they headed ashore to sack the unsuspecting town. The sun had just set as they came into the town. They split up at the captain's command, Jack alongside his uncle.
"Come on, Jack! Let's find the rum!" He said with a booming laugh.
Jack followed his uncle as they ran into a pub. Captain Long raised his pistol to the crowd in the pub and directed Jack to grab the rum and put it in the sack he brought. All was going well, and Jack couldn't wait to taste that rum. Jack had his back turned to the crowd and his uncle as he greedily filled up the bag.
"Come on Jack!" Captain Long shouted at Jack with a smile. "Ye've got enough for the whole crew. Let's go!" He made a hand gesture towards the door.
"Just let me get that one up there!" Jack said as he reached for one of the older bottles.
Suddenly Jack heard a shot from behind him. 'Poor sod.' Jack thought to himself. He thought one of the bar patrons decided to be a hero and got himself shot. He turned around as he stuffed that last bottle in his bag. He looked around for a few seconds and wondered where his uncle went. 'Surely he didn't abandon me!' He thought. All the people in the crowd were staring at him. Then he looked to the floor. Capt. Long had been the one who was shot. He lay there dead at Jack's feet. Jack dropped the bag of rum bottles. They crashed to the floor and the bag became soaked with the rum immediately. Jack just stood there for a moment in disbelief. Finally, he dropped to the ground and clutched his dead uncle's chest.
"Noo!!" He sobbed. Then Jack felt a blow to his forehead. He saw blackness and slowly saw the room tilt sideways. Then he collapsed next to his uncle.
He awoke in a cell. His first thoughts as he came to were where he was and he remembered his uncle. There were three other men in the cell with him from Captain Long's crew.
"Sorry, Jack." One of the pirates said.
Jack rubbed his head and wondered what had exactly happened. "What... how... " He began.
"We got caught, mate." Said another unhappily. "Ye been out for the whole morning."
"It's all my fault." Jack muttered to himself. "If I hadn't gone for that last bottle, my uncle would be alive.
As usual, I do not own any characters, or anything else from POTC. ... Though I would like to. *Sad expression on face*
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'How Jack got his brand'
"Hey, Jack!" Yelled a grizzled looking pirate captain. "We're going into town tonight on a raid. You want to come on this one?"
"Really?!" A young Jack asked enthusiastically. He wasn't a day older than 16. Today was his birthday, and his captain decided it was high time Jack went on a raid.
The captain was a tall man, and a hansom one for being 55. He had on a red frock, probably from being in the British military. He had grey hair that was pulled back with a rag and a long, grey beard. His name was Captain Long Fox. The 'fox' came later in his pirating career from his bushy, silvery beard. Capt. Long took Jack in after Jack's father, Edward Long, was killed by natives on an island he was exploring. The other crewmembers resented Jack because they figured that Capt. Long favored Him over the crew. This wasn't true of course. Capt. Long was an excellent captain. Capt. Long was Jack's uncle. Jack came from a long line of pirates, so he always wanted to make a name for himself.
Capt. Long walked over to Jack and rubbed his head vigorously. "Course, Jack! It's your birthday after all! No sense in staying on the ship all day doing chores."
Jack looked up at him and smiled happily. With that, they headed ashore to sack the unsuspecting town. The sun had just set as they came into the town. They split up at the captain's command, Jack alongside his uncle.
"Come on, Jack! Let's find the rum!" He said with a booming laugh.
Jack followed his uncle as they ran into a pub. Captain Long raised his pistol to the crowd in the pub and directed Jack to grab the rum and put it in the sack he brought. All was going well, and Jack couldn't wait to taste that rum. Jack had his back turned to the crowd and his uncle as he greedily filled up the bag.
"Come on Jack!" Captain Long shouted at Jack with a smile. "Ye've got enough for the whole crew. Let's go!" He made a hand gesture towards the door.
"Just let me get that one up there!" Jack said as he reached for one of the older bottles.
Suddenly Jack heard a shot from behind him. 'Poor sod.' Jack thought to himself. He thought one of the bar patrons decided to be a hero and got himself shot. He turned around as he stuffed that last bottle in his bag. He looked around for a few seconds and wondered where his uncle went. 'Surely he didn't abandon me!' He thought. All the people in the crowd were staring at him. Then he looked to the floor. Capt. Long had been the one who was shot. He lay there dead at Jack's feet. Jack dropped the bag of rum bottles. They crashed to the floor and the bag became soaked with the rum immediately. Jack just stood there for a moment in disbelief. Finally, he dropped to the ground and clutched his dead uncle's chest.
"Noo!!" He sobbed. Then Jack felt a blow to his forehead. He saw blackness and slowly saw the room tilt sideways. Then he collapsed next to his uncle.
He awoke in a cell. His first thoughts as he came to were where he was and he remembered his uncle. There were three other men in the cell with him from Captain Long's crew.
"Sorry, Jack." One of the pirates said.
Jack rubbed his head and wondered what had exactly happened. "What... how... " He began.
"We got caught, mate." Said another unhappily. "Ye been out for the whole morning."
"It's all my fault." Jack muttered to himself. "If I hadn't gone for that last bottle, my uncle would be alive.
