Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so I need reviews, but please be gentle! I'm not all that great of a writer, but I love to write! Sadly, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, but I wish I could! (or at least Captain Jack)
Captain Jack Sparrow leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out beneath the table, and sighed. Life was very good for him. After killing his avowed enemy, CAPTAIN Barbossa, Jack and his crew plundered all of the gold on the Isle DeMuerta, and now he was back in Tortuga. He scanned the bar in which he sat, recognizing a few drunken pirates. Jack lifted up his mug of rum and took a hearty swig, savoring the warm sensation that filled his mouth.
"Jack Sparrow?" a girl's voice asked next to him.
He jumped slightly. "Actually, luv, it's captain, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He turned to face the girl, and gasped when he recognized her. "Leslie?!"
"Aye, Captain," Leslie said smiling, and plopping into the chair next to him. "Where `ave ye been?"
Jack casually draped an arm over her shoulder and motioned for the bartender. "I been lootin' and plunderin', all the usual o' course. But `aven't seen you in quite a while, eh? What have ye been up to yerself?"
"Same ol', same ol'," she sighed and took a sip of the rum the bartender had placed in front of her. Suddenly her head snapped up, causing her hair to sweep Jack's face. He felt light-headed as he always did in front of women. He took another gulp of rum, barely listening to what Leslie was saying. "...Barbossa is back, from the dead!" Jack practically choked on his rum, and began coughing uncontrollably.
"What?!" he finally managed, searching Leslie's eyes for any sign of her lying or joking, but her eyes were completely serious.
"There is rumor that he be back, Captain. Barbossa, back from the dead. He's got `imself a crew, an' a ship, an' a girl! An' he's comin' fer you! I don't know how or–"
Before either of them could say anything or think, Jack flew out of the bar and was back on board the Black Pearl. "All men, take to the decks! We're headed fer Port Royale!" Jack shouted, and the Black Pearl set out.
Captain Jack Sparrow leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out beneath the table, and sighed. Life was very good for him. After killing his avowed enemy, CAPTAIN Barbossa, Jack and his crew plundered all of the gold on the Isle DeMuerta, and now he was back in Tortuga. He scanned the bar in which he sat, recognizing a few drunken pirates. Jack lifted up his mug of rum and took a hearty swig, savoring the warm sensation that filled his mouth.
"Jack Sparrow?" a girl's voice asked next to him.
He jumped slightly. "Actually, luv, it's captain, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He turned to face the girl, and gasped when he recognized her. "Leslie?!"
"Aye, Captain," Leslie said smiling, and plopping into the chair next to him. "Where `ave ye been?"
Jack casually draped an arm over her shoulder and motioned for the bartender. "I been lootin' and plunderin', all the usual o' course. But `aven't seen you in quite a while, eh? What have ye been up to yerself?"
"Same ol', same ol'," she sighed and took a sip of the rum the bartender had placed in front of her. Suddenly her head snapped up, causing her hair to sweep Jack's face. He felt light-headed as he always did in front of women. He took another gulp of rum, barely listening to what Leslie was saying. "...Barbossa is back, from the dead!" Jack practically choked on his rum, and began coughing uncontrollably.
"What?!" he finally managed, searching Leslie's eyes for any sign of her lying or joking, but her eyes were completely serious.
"There is rumor that he be back, Captain. Barbossa, back from the dead. He's got `imself a crew, an' a ship, an' a girl! An' he's comin' fer you! I don't know how or–"
Before either of them could say anything or think, Jack flew out of the bar and was back on board the Black Pearl. "All men, take to the decks! We're headed fer Port Royale!" Jack shouted, and the Black Pearl set out.