Summary
What if jack had a wife? What if that wife was feared across the seas? Meet Jasmine Pearl, an infamous pirate with a bad reputation. Read as she travels across the seas to get back her and Jack's ship.
"Jack, do ya think we will make it or not?" I shout up to the crow's nest where Jack is.
"Aye, we'll make it Jaz, don't ya worry," he says but I don't believe him.
This boat has been sinking for more than half an hour and I'm stood in ankle-deep water on the helm, so no, no need to worry at all. We're only a couple of miles from port.
"Get your sorry ass down here then, and help me bail some water out of this god-damned sinking ship," I shout.
Grabbing a rope, I watch as Jack swings down. We had been on this boat since leaving Tortuga late last night, and we had been in Tortuga for more than 6 weeks I think. Judging by the state of the whores, we got to Tortuga after Barbossa, our ex-first mate who marooned us on the Godforsaken spit of land called an island. Bastard, I thought.
"Alright love, keep ya boots on," Once he's down I glare at him. He chuckles and plants a kiss on my lips.
Jack and I have been together since I was fifteen and he sixteen. Being best friends since we were kids and having our parents live in the same town will always help. But never has he proposed, nor have we got married. Well, actually, that's a lie. We did kind of marry, but the EITC didn't like us holding a vicar at gun point so they burst in when the ceremony hadn't finished. Rude of them, thinking back. So, we can be classed as married and also as not married, but I'm happy that he wants to wait for the right moment.
Jack was going to propose on the night of our marooning, but Barbossa stopped it. I never really liked him, but Jack trusted him so I wasn't going to question it. But now I wish I had.
Barbossa comes up to us and states everything is equal shares. We nod.
"So will ya give me ta bearings for the Isla de Muerta, which is where we're headed?"
We give it to him, thinking he does have a point. Later that night whilst me and Jack slept in the captain's quarters, Barbosaa assembled the crew. He told them that he had the bearings for Isla de Muerta and he would be a better captain than us, so the next morning, once we've awoken, our course had been changed only slightly. We were taking a longer route past some islands, if I remember the map. Two of the stronger crew grabbed Jack from behind and Barbossa grabbed me from behind. I struggled and he hissed in my ear, "Now, there be no need for that. After all, nothing much is going to happen."I carried on struggling again, but harder, and with much more force. I could feel the grip he had on my wrists weakening and apparently he could to, so he grabbed some rope from the boson and bound them together so I couldn't use my hands to fight with. I tried to kick out but all was lost as he dragged me toward the captain's cabin, with Jack struggling behind.
Barbossa threw me into the room. As soon as he opened the door, with my hands being bound I couldn't catch myself, so I fell into the wall. Sinking down with a sore head, I watched as Jack was shoved into the wall. Barbossa slammed the door shut. I had no clue what was going on other than it was mutiny, but who wants to believe that?
I began to shout at Barbossa, asking him what the hell was going on and what his problem was.
He sneered at me whilst walking forward. "My problem is you, Jack Sparrow and Jasmine Pearl."
"Captain!" We yelled at him.
Sneering in reply, he carries on. "I am no longer in need of you. I am taking over this ship and leaving you to die."
Spluttering, Jack and I manage to get out, "We are the captains!"
"Not anymore," he snarls, before grabbing my hair, throwing me onto the bed and climbing on.
Jack begins to struggle against his captors whilst I - seeing where this was going - try to get off the bed and fight Barbossa.
"Oh no, you bastard! This is not happening!" I scream at him and roll to get off the bed, but he grabs my shoulder and turns me back on to the bed, before climbing on top of me.
"Barbossa, you bastard, get off me!" I screamed everything I could at him, but it didn't work.
He had his sick way with me that night and Jack and I swore that the next time we ever saw him, we would kill him.
He left us on a small island in the Caribbean, each with a pistol and one shot.
I was seventeen then. I'm now 27 and Jack is 28 jack. Generally, he has a white shirt and brown breeches on, and his dark brown coat and boots to match with his red bandanna and pirate's hat. And then there's his beautiful, handsome brown eyes which most women will get lost in. His hair is in dreadlocks, with certain little items threaded or beaded into his hair, whereas I had long, brown, wavy hair that went down to the middle of my lower back which I mostly kept plaited or down. I had on a white shirt, brown breeches, black boots and a blue bandanna in my hair, and a pirate hat to match Jack's sat on top of my head. I had three small gold hoops in the top of my left ear and my eyes where the colour of Caribbean sea.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Jack placing his hand on mine. I smiled at him, then saw what he was looking at: three pirates - or skeleton pirates - who where hung under gallows rock. A sign was near, saying pirates ye be warned.
"Thank you for your warning. We will be sure not to take it," I said, lowering my hat and saluting the skeleton pirates.
Jack snorts in laughter and salutes them as well. We then keep bailing as the water reaches just below our boot top. We climb onto the mast, dropping our bails and sail confidently to the harbour dock, stepping off our last only ship. We wander past the harbour, seeing a master and his little African slave.
I hate it when people do that, selling people as slaves, as does Jack. It's even worse when it's a child in my eyes and it disgusts me. Jack always calls it my maternal side and sometimes I can't help but agree, even when I don't want to, but I can't have a child. It's too dangerous for me, the infamous Jasmine Pearl, one of the most wanted dead, with a mother holding a witchcraft talent and being a pirate and a father a murdering pirate - one of the worst at that.
"It's too unfair." I snap from my thoughts and hear the harbour master talking to us "It's a shilling to tie up your boat to the docks and I shall need to know your names."
"Not much of a boat, is it?" I murmur, but he doesn't hear. Too busy bribing with Jack.
"What do you say to three shillings and we forget the names?"
Smirking inwardly at Jack - of course he would bribe - I watch as the African's eyebrows shoot up at that offer. The harbour master looks at us, before questioning, "Are you married?"
"Nope," I state.
"Welcome to Port Royal, mister Smith miss Hall," and he walks off.
"That went well," I mutter as we walk off, snatching a purse from a stand and shaking it to hear the sounds of jingling coins. I stuff it into my pocket. Jack and I make our way across the coast toward another private dock and, asking a lonely beggar in the street where the soldiers are, he is quick to point out that they are at lieutenant Norrington's promotion to commodore.
"So all we have to do is steal a ship and we're on the route to revenge!" I say.
"You're right love. That's all we need to do." Kissing me delicately, I force the kiss a little more and feel myself fall back onto a tree. Breaking the kiss, Jack begins to walk down the ramp to the new ship. We walk to the right, heading up the ramp to the ship, when two Navy men cross our path.
"Bugger," I sigh.
"This dock is off limits to civilians," he states.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one I shall inform you immediately." I chuckle a little at that answer as we made to go through but they blocked our path.
"Apparently there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourself did not merit invitation?" I say, working my charm.
Jack chuckles softly under his breath.
"Someone's got to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians" one says.
"It's a fine goal to be sure, but it seems to me that a ship like that makes this one here seem a bit superfluous really," Jack says, pointing at the one out in the harbour.
"Oh, the dauntless is the power in these waters true enough, but there's no ship as can match the interceptor for speed." Jack and I share a look, both thinking this is the ship for us.
"I've heard of one supposed to be very fast nigh uncatchable: the black pearl?" Jack says.
I take a quick glance at my arm. My mark is a black pearl in an oyster. I'm the only part of the family still alive. The EITC got my mother and I killed my father. Lousy bastards.
"Well, there's no real ship as can match the interceptor."
Ha! What a drunk. He doesn't believe it's a real ship! Idiot.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship," the other states.
Oh dear, they are on the verge of an argument. Well, good for us. If they're distracted enough we get to board the ship.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is. I've seen it!"
"You've seen it?" I share a wink at jack and we slip by unnoticed.
"Yes."
"You haven't seen it."
"Yes, I have!"
"You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil Hell itself spat him back out?"
Well, right on all occasions but one. That's the captain and crew, as it's us and we'd chose a better crew. But as it's Barbossa and his crew, if he was captain then it's an accurate description.
"No."
"No?"
"But I have seen a ship with black sails."
Jack and I slip onto the ship unnoticed, not daring to talk, but we can hear them arguing.
"Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, and therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the black pearl, is that what your saying?"
He nods and then goes, "No"
"Like I said, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."
Then he realises we're not there.
"Hey, you! You're not supposed to be aboard there!" They shout.
"Oh, we're sorry. It's just such a pretty boat... Ship" I change. Jack smirks at my mistake while I glare.
"What are your names?"
"Miss Hall," I state.
"Smith or Smithy, if you like," Jack says.
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, Miss Hall, Mr Smith?"
"Yeah, and no lies."
"OK. We confess. It is our intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer our weasley black guts out," I stifle my laughter at Jack's answer.
"I said no lies!"
"I think he's telling the truth.?
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us."
"Unless of course he knew that you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you," I say and they look so confused.
I just sigh and sit down while Jack tells them one of the many stories that I'm not sure have happened as I'm only half listening.
"And then they made me their chief," Jack says when I hear a splash and look over the deck and then a shout,
"ELIZABETH!"
Oh bugger. Jasmine and Jack to the rescue, I predict.
"Will you be saving her then?" Jack asks.
"I can't swim," he states. I look at the other and shake my head. He won't .
"Pride of the kings navy, you are," I snap.
I take off my effects as does Jack. I have our compass, a pistol, a sword, and a dagger in each boot. Jack has a sword, a spyglass, and a dagger in his left boot.
I swing them at the soldier and dive in, seeing the woman land at the bottom. I ignore the
ripple that sends me and Jack backward a little, as he has now reached me. I start to grab her and push off the ocean floor only to be dragged back down again. I motion toward the dress. Jack gets it and pulls the dress off, which was very heavy. Together, we pull her to the surface and Jack swings her over his shoulder and places her onto the dock. The guards come over. Jack pulls me up just as he says, "Not breathing."
"Move," I snarl.
He does. I grab my dagger and drag it down her corset. Once it's undone, I grab it and throw it at the man. She starts to cough and splutter water.
"Never would have thought of that," the solider comments.
"Clearly you have never been to Singapore," I drawl. Jack chuckles, remembering my encounter with the corset that he and Barbossa forced me into when we were going to raid Singapore counsel. I ended up stripping my corset so I was in nothing but a ripped dress. I had to do a runner with Jack and Barbossa. I wasn't seen.
"So, how did you get on here?" They asked. I slapped him full in the face - both of them - and didn't talk to them for a week.
Jack picks something up and I see it. It's an Aztec gold medallion.
"Where did you get that?" he asks, puzzled.
Then I feel a sword at my throat.
"On your feet."
I get up slowly, along with Jack, and we turn to face the one holding the sword.
