CHAPTER ONE: Tortuga
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Summary: Jack is in Tortuga but this time he has more then rum on his mind! I'm not going to tell you more then that!! This doesn't have anything to do with the movies (in other wordsthe storyline doesn't go along with the movies).
Jack Sparrow pulled out his compass and watched the needle as its spun around and slowly stopped. It was pointing to the bottle of rum he held in his other hand, normally this wouldn't have bothered him but right now it made him shake the compass in annoyance.
He was walking through the streets of Tortuga, as was the norm several fights were going on around him, but Jack tactfully avoid them. He didn't have time to waste, he waned to be out of here by nightfall. Besides he didn't want to spill his rum! He'd only stopped to resupply and hopefully focus enough to where he could get his compass to point at something other then rum. But so far he'd had little luck. It wasn't the first time he'd tread amongst such chaos and come out the other side unharmed and it definitely wouldn't be the last! He dodged two woman who were tearing into each other quite vigorously, all the while keeping his attention on the compass.
"I know what I want! I know what I want!" Jack chanted to himself. Hoping that saying it would somehow emphasize the fact. The needle turned until it was pointing out at the Caribbean sea and a certain ship floating just outside the bay. The magnificent Black Pearl, its black sails blowing in the early evening breeze, was being rocked gently by the waves. Jack smiled, he was very proud of his ship, it was after all the fastest ship in the Caribbean. But right now he didn't need a compass to inform him where it was, he could see it!
"Stupid thing." he muttered under his breath. "What good is a compass that points to whatever I want if I obviously don't know what I want?" he took a swig of rum to calm his nerves. Maybe I need to put me rum and Pearl out of sight so they're out of mind so to speak.
Jack quickly drank the bottle dry and—after using it on a very drunken young man who had tried awkwardly to shoot him—ducked into a side ally. It was died quiet compared to the rest of Tortuga because of the buildings on either side acting as sound insulators. The sun was too low in the sky to light the smelly old ally, reminding him once again that it was getting late. His boots slipped on the wet cobblestone, Sparrow wiggles his nose in disgust when the thought occurred to him that the liquid probably wasn't water. He shrugged the inconvenience off and sat down on one of the many barrels placed upright on either side of him and closed his mahogany eyes, trying to clear his mind of everything except for…aaaww!
A sudden scream filled the air, interrupting his trance. The sound was coming from the opposite end of the ally from where he'd just entered at. Jack turned his head just in time to see Anamaria coming towards him.
Oh no! he thought, remembering the most recent item he'd obtained from her. She didn't appear to have seen him…yet! But she was moving steadily nearer and soon would. The last thing he needed right now was a slap in the face.
Carefully he removed the top from the barrel next to him and, using it as cover, managed to slip in the nearest back door without detection. Breathing a sigh of relief Jack waited for his eyes to adjust to the relative darkness. There was a fire glowing hot red off to one side and hundreds of swords hanging everywhere, there was even a donkey eyeing him suspiciously. Realizing he was in a blacksmith Jack smiled, remembering the last time he'd gone barging into a blacksmith unannounced. He'd gotten more then he'd bargained for, that was for sure! Not to say that he hadn't enjoyed himself. Of course there'd been a few annoying moments, such as being trapped on the spit of land with Elizabeth…but even though she'd burned up his rum he had to admit—the company had been far better then the first time. So all in all it had been an adventure worth being part of.
He decided against 'borrowing' anything just in case the blacksmith turned out to be another Will Turner—one boy who needed help with his bonnie lass every other day was quite enough!
"Oh!" he exclaimed. For there on a table near the wall was a full bottle of rum, gleaming in the sun light. He simply couldn't resist from snatching the bottle before leaving through the front door. He could always bring it back later after all!! Once he was back on the streets he saw Pintel and Ragetti. Pintel had joined in a fruitless fight while Ragetti watched his friend.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Why are you two here?" he inquired.
"You told us to stay here until you got back captain." Ragetti informed him nervously.
"So I did!" Jack stated as if that fact was as clear as day. "Pintel, stop wasting rum on peoples heads."
"Yes captain." Pintel answered, removing himself from the middle of the confusion and saluting Jack.
"Did someone call me?" asked a familiar voice behind them.
All three turned around to face none other then Barbossa—he was smiling evilly, showing golden teeth, his monkey shrieked at them from its perch on his shoulder.
"You must be hearing things." Jack stepped up to him.
"Ah, Jack Sparrow."
"Captain…" Jack started but was interrupted by Barbossa.
"Where's my ship?" he demanded.
"I assure you I don't know where your little row boat is, but if I see I'll be sure to let you know."
"I believe that is my ship and I'll be taking it back." Barbossa pointed out at the Black Pearl.
Jack turned to look in the direction indicated. He pretend to search the sea for boats, finally he said. "I must be smaller then I thought because I can't seem to locate it, either that or it's floating somewhere behind the Pearl."
"I think you're mixed up." said Barbossa, he got even closer to Jack's face. "You see the Pearl is mine."
"You smell funny." Jack replied.
"Well if you don't get out of my way you wouldn't be around to smell anything." Barbossa pulled out a pistol from his belt and the monkey jumped off his shoulder.
"That's not a very nice way to talk to Ragetti." Jack said, smiling sweetly.
"What?" Ragetti and Barbossa both burst out at the same time.
"Well I'll leave you two to work it out on your own." Jack started to leave, all the while taking a swig from his bottle.
"Where to you think you're going Sparrow?"
"Captain Sparrow, savvy?" Jack stressed the captain part.
"How can you be captain if you don't own a ship?"
"Well how can you own a ship if you're not a captain?" Jack snapped back with another question. Forget answering him, the easier thing to do was asked him something.
"I don't have time for this, come on Jack." Barbossa barged past the three pirates, heading for the Pearl but finding he had to move around a rather large group of drunken people. The monkey tried to reach him but Jack booted it into the mist of the fight, where it quickly vanished from sight.
"I'm right behind you!" Jack said enthusiastically just before a large hat hit him square in the face.
Barbossa looked back and saw Jack trying to removed the hat, and in the proceed tripping over a rather big man, with a bottle in his hand. The man turned around and took the rum out of Jack's hand then tried to use it on the oblivious pirate. But he missed Sparrow and hit a handsome young man with dark, shoulder length hair and a much cleaner outfit then anyone else's who had just happened to be walking by. The young man, who could still be called a boy, whipped around and pulled out his sword. This rash action brought more unwanted attention and he soon found himself parrying multiple opponents.
Barbossa rolled his dark eyes as Jack finally managed to rid himself of the annoying hat. "I wasn't talking about you, you pea brain, I was calling my monkey."
Jack raised an eye brow. "What monkey?"
Barbossa snorted, scanning the crowd for his beloved mammal. "Jack!" he yelled loudly.
Jack wiggled his nose. "You don't need to scream, I'm right here. But it seems you've once again forgotten the 'captain'."
"Shut up you bone head!" Barbossa spat.
"Captain bone…"
"SHUT UP!!" he roared, reminding himself that this was the reason he'd mutinied on Sparrow before.
"Where's me hat!?" Jack suddenly cried, glancing at Pintel and Ragetti who both shrugged helplessly.
"I'm sure I don't know and don't care where your bloody hat is." Barbossa answered for them.
At that moment both pirates caught sight of the Dauntless, its white sailing blowing in the breeze. The whole ship was lit up to a painful brightness by the setting sun, it was still out rather far in the ocean but its destination was clear. The British flag could be spotted even at this distance.
"My ship!!" Jack and Barbossa hollered at the some moment. Monkeys and hats forgotten with the arrival of new danger.
Jack and Barbossa both started rushing towards the Black Pearl, pushing each other out of the way just as the first cannon sounded though the air.
Please review, and I'll post the second chapter!!! And tell my how I did with Jack's personality. This is the first time have written a story focusing on him!!!