Ok totally different story that the usual InuYasha. For those of you reading my other stores, I'm sorry but I'm having a HUGE writing block. So, here we go into uncharted waters, savvy?

Disclaimer: Don't own Jack Sparrow or the Black Pearl, but everyone else is mine. What, don't believe me? Read on….

The Demon's Tail

The day had started off calm. Barely a wind passed over the deep blue that was the ocean as the Black Pearl floated gently with the currents. But, the ocean is never calm for long and so it was soon found that the Black Pearl, it's crew and it's half-drunk captain were caught in the storm of the century and fighting off another ship. Normally the wind was an advantage to the Pearl, it being the fastest ship in the sea, but today lightening struck and the Black Pearl was finally reclaimed by the sea, along with it's crew. Somehow, and for some reason that to this day remains unknown, Captain Jack Sparrow was spared.

The ocean was calm again, but the normally cloudy sky was instead filled with smoke and soot from the burning remains of the once great ship and, to what would have been Jack's sorrow had he been conscious, the rum. But the unconscious Jack was clueless to the destruction of his ship and his rum as he floated on the calming seas, the only thing keeping him afloat and above the water level was a broken crate. He floated for hours, deep into the night, unaware that the ship he had captained for over a decade was slowly being engulfed by the seas it once ruled…

"Cap'in Cap'in! There's a man in the water!"

"Well what're you waiting for then, you scurvy dogs? Take him on ship!"

"You heard the cap'n, get the man up here!"

Jack was faintly aware of the shuffling of running feet and yelling voices as he felt himself get pulled up out of the water and onto the unknown boat. His eyes opened blearily as he squinted at the sight above him. The sun was high in the sky and the boat was rocking slightly from the strong wind that was pushing it forwards.

"Y'all right thar Mate?" asked the man above him. Jack blinked a few times until the man came into clearer view. The man was relatively tall, not quite taller than Jack himself, with a bandana on his head and his long brown hair braided down to what would be his ankles had he not been hunched over Jack. The man's eyes were a sparkling green/blue, much like the sea on a calm, sunny day, and his perfectly angled face was as smooth as a newborn babe's. He wore many layers of black shirts and coats with black pants and black boots. He would have been quite slender had he not been wearing all of those layers.

"Nothin' a few bo'les of rum won't cure, savvy?" Jack said, sitting up and looking at the crew around him. "Where am I, Mate?"

"Aboard the Demon's Tail. You were found drifting in the ocean on a broken crate." said the man.

"The Demon's Tail…" Jack's face suddenly became somewhat pensive as he thought about why he was in the middle of the ocean and not on his….

"Mate?"

"The Pearl! Where's the Pearl!" Jack jumped up and to the side of the boat where he looked all around for any sign of his beloved ship.

"The Pearl, Mate? What pearl are you thinkin' of?" asked the man as he took a few steps towards Jack.

"My ship! The Pearl! The Black Pearl! Savvy!" Jack said in a terrified voice. The crew all stared at him, including the man in black.

"The Black Pearl? You captained the Black Pearl? Then you must be Jack Sparrow!"

"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you Mate!" said Jack, wheeling around to face him. "And who, pray tell, are you?" The man smirked.

"I am Andrew Wellington, Captain of this ship. The Demon's Tail. Not quite the Black Pearl, but certainly as close as they come. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Captain Jack Sparrow." Andrew held out his hand for Jack to shake, which he did after eying it hesitantly.

"Captain Andrew, eh? I think I've heard of you… You're John Wellington's kid then?"

"Yes… How'd you know?" Andrew asked as he eyed Jack wearily.

"To be perfectly honest, Mate, I once performed a daring raid on this very ship and stole a gold pocket watch from ol' John and sold it for a pretty penny." Jack said all this with a smile. The smile faded lightly. "But I heard ol' John never found him a Bonny Lass…" There was complete silence as Jack and Andrew stared at each other and the whole crew looked from one to the other.

"He never told anyone about my mother. Not until before he died did he tell anyone about me." Andrew's face grew somber, as did his voice. Jack nodded and looked away from Andrew's intense stare. The crew let out a collective breath and Andrew looked at them. "An' what are you dogs lookin' at, eh? Get back to your posts! Make sail for the closest port and we'll ask around about the Black Pearl!" With that, Andrew turned and walked towards the captain's quarters. Jack stood there for a brief moment before following Andrew.

"Andrew! Andrew ol' boy, what, Pray tell, is the nearest port, hm?"

"Port Royale." Andrew replied, taking out a map of the sea and ports.

"Port Royale, eh? So the East India trading company finally moved on…?"

"They still have a post there, but they don't bother us when we're there. Why, bad run-ins with them, hm?" Andrew smiled at Jack over his shoulder. Jack grimaced.

"You could say that…" Jack's hand immediately went to his wrist where he felt the brand that had been burned into his flesh years before.

"Don't worry, thanks to a man called Will Turner, the place has become more friendly towards pirates."

"Will? You don't say… Last I saw o' him, he was sailing away whilst his fiancée locked me to the mast of the Black Pearl to be eaten by the Crackon." Jack sighed. "Well, it'll be good to see them again, eh?" He smiled and made his way to Andrew's bed where he plopped down, taking an apple from the fruit basket on the bedside table. He took a bite after examining it, spraying juice everywhere. He saw Andrew look at him, roll his eyes and sigh. Jack smiled, his teeth full of apple. "Something wrong, Mate?"

"No. Don't worry about it Jack. But I gotta warn you," he said, turning around and leaning on his desk, "while you're with us, you'll be sleeping below deck with the crew. This be the captain's quarters, and though you may be the captain of the Black Pearl, I am the captain of this ol' ship." Andrew smirked. "Savvy?" Jack gave a half-hearted sneer.

"Yeah yeah, I get it…" Andrew smiled and turned back to his maps.

"Don't worry Jack. Soon enough you'll be back in your own sleeping quarters and all this will be but a faint memory." Jack simply nodded and took another bite of his apple, looking around Andrew's room.

'What a neat freak…' he thought as he chewed the contents of his mouth noisily. It seemed to annoy Andrew somewhat. Why he was bothered by a fellow man's eating habits was a mystery to Jack…

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Whew, first chapter! Woot! So, reviews are appreciated but flames are not. If you don't have anything nice to say, move on to another story, savvy? Alright ye land lubbers, hurry up and click da "go" button and put in a review! Arrr!

-Lady Nudra