Chapter 1 The Wolf
[In this fic I have decided to mix the two things I like the most; pirates and wolves. And over to the same old boring tale; I don't own them... blah, blah, blah... (Wish I owned Jack Sparrow though, 'cause I know just what I'll be doing with him)
Ok, this is in true Pirates of the Caribbean style with a curse, a cure and of course a lot of supernatural stuff. R rated for all the nasty and enjoyable things I'll put in here after a bit. Anyhow all I can say is enjoy.]
Jack was back in Tortuga, drowning his sorrows in booze. He couldn't believe his misfortune, when his life was finally starting to resemble a real life this had to happen. Again.
They had been on their way to Porto Pirato for a breather when suddenly they had been attacked from behind by another ship. She had seemingly popped up right out of nowhere and started firing upon them.
Again he had to surrender the Black Pearl to the superior powers. He also had to surrender the crew for some strange reason. Perhaps they had plotted against him behind his back, the whole thing was downright odd.
The ship, nearly the size of the Pearl had presumably emerged from between two large cliffs they had just passed and started firing at them, but it had seemed like they had missed the ship itself for some reason. The Pearl had been making poor speed and it didn't take long before the other ship had caught up with them and they were surely aiming for the people aboard the Pearl.
Without much of a choice he had surrendered and by some strange reason he had just been thrown overboard. He assumed the rest of the crew had been thrown in the brig.
Luckily he had been spotted by a passing ship and brought to Tortuga. The rest was, as they say, history.
He had found himself the tackiest tavern and refused to move from his table ever since.
He growled softly into his glass and was about to take another gulp when he felt something warm press slightly down on his thigh. The sudden change made him instantly look down.
What was on his thigh was in fact the head of a large dog-like creature. It had a silver and black coat and looked up at him with large, trusting emerald green eyes.
Not quite knowing how to handle the situation he merely placed a hand on the dog's head. It blinked and swallowed.
He had seen the dog before down on the dock when he had left the ship last night. The local teens had tormented it and thrown stones at it without it even uplifting an eye at them, it had merely crawled away with its tail between its legs.
Jack took pity on the dog and scratched it's dirty coat. "Seems like we're almost in the same boat, mate." He lifted the glass to his lips when the dog pushed his arm, making him spill his drink all over himself.
But instead of getting angry with the dog he just muttered "had enough anyway" before he got to his feet.
The dog took a few steps away from him while it wagged its tail, looking up at him with those trusting eyes.
"Seems like it's just you and me, eh?" He paid for his drinks, noticing that it was more than what he had thought, a lot more.
He went back to the room he had rented and sunk back on the bed and pretty soon fell asleep fully dressed from the intoxication.
The dog stepped up to the head end of the bed and nudged at the pirate's cheek with its nose before it curled up on the floor next to the bed. Soon it had fallen asleep too.
***
When Jack woke the next morning with a rather tempered hangover the dog was gone. He didn't think much about it, it had probably just looked for a place to spend the night and had decided to scatter when the morning came. Again Jack was on his own.
But now he was not without a plan. He was going to find a ship heading for Port Royal and see if he could get some help from the Turners, evidently William and Elizabeth had married.
It took a while, but finally he was on a ship heading for Port Royal.
Others would probably say that it was madness to head straight into the lions den as he was sure that commodore Norrington still wanted to prolong his neck, but he just had to risk that. It wasn't like he had many others to turn to.
By nightfall the ship had reached Port Royal, which suited Jack perfectly since not many would notice him in the dark. He left the dock and continued towards the one place he knew that Will would be; the smithy.
As he reached the place he saw a shadow to his left and turned to find the same dog he had encountered the night before. He assumed that it had followed him aboard the ship and was continuing to follow him out of some kind of loyalty. To be honest he had no idea what drew animals, he had never had as much as a mouse himself.
He called the dog to him by snapping his fingers and the dog wasn't slow to obey the command. He patted it on the head. Perhaps it was a good thing that it had followed him, now he could present the Turners with a wedding gift.
He pushed open the door to the smithy and found Turner himself working on another sword. Why was he not surprised?
Will turned to the creaking sound of the door and wasn't sure if the sight that met him was a welcome one. "Jack Sparrow" he said and dropped what he had in his hands. "What brings you to Port Royal?"
"I need your help."
Will stared at him. "What kind of help?"
Jack was just about to reply when Elizabeth entered. "Jack" she stated calmly.
"Elizabeth..." he said with a smile. "I bring you a wedding present." He pointed at the dog.
"A wedding present?" Will wasn't sure if he had heard correctly.
"Aye, a wedding present. It is a very loyal dog, he-"
Elizabeth started to snigger. "Firstly Jack, that is not a dog, it is a timber wolf, native to America, secondly it is a "she", not a "he"."
Jack looked down at the wolf who was wagging her tail for him. "A wolf?"
"You never did say why you came. Norrington is still on the warpath, you should not be here."
"I have lost the Pearl again."
"How?" asked Elizabeth before Will got a chance to say anything.
Jack told them the whole story. "So now I need to find myself a new ship and a new crew and win her back."
"Where do we fit in?"
"I assumed that you were ready for a new adventure."
"Well, you thought wrong." Will decided that his words were a bit harsh so he hastily added "sorry, Jack, but we have already been placed in a rather bad light after what happened last."
"Please help."
"Sorry, Jack."
"Well, at least you have your gift." He turned his back on them and the wolf and left the smithy.
Elizabeth started to snigger.
"What?"
"That man is incorrigible." She knelt down to the floor and patted the wolf on the head. "Dear Heavens, she is just skin and bones, it is a miracle this poor beast is alive." She shifted her weight and was about to pull the wolf to her when it suddenly uttered a cry and broke free from her. Then it headed for the best exit; through the window, scattering the floor with shards of glass. "Seems like she has grown attached to Jack."
"Well, it is said that love is blind."
***
Meanwhile Jack had found his way back to the dock and was sitting on the edge with his feet hanging down. He sighed deeply. The ship he had come on was already gone and the ships in the harbour were heavily guarded. Besides, he could not take and bring a ship out on his own.
Suddenly he heard a yelp and turned to find the wolf. "Go back to them" he told her. "They can give you food and a good home."
The wolf trotted to him and rubbed her head against his chest, pressing her rather large body against his while she wagged her tail.
"Ok, ok, you get it your way." He gently pushed her away and looked longingly at the ships in the harbour.
The wolf lay down next to him and looked in the same direction like she was feeling the same. Then suddenly she jumped back up and ran off into the dark.
He snorted. Finally she had taken to her senses.
***
When the dawn came he had retired to a room he had rented. He dared not do much now, after all he had a determined bloodhound on his heels and he was not talking about a charmer with fur.
He lay sprawled on the bed when there was a knock on the door. At first he didn't want to open, but when the knocking continued he got to his feet and walked over to the door.
On the other side was a young woman.
"May I be of assistance in any way, miss?" he asked with a frown.
"I can help you get the Pearl back" said the woman and stepped past him onto the room.
"Please come in" muttered Jack as he closed the door.
"I didn't think it an issue to be discussed in the hallway, sir."
"Sir", that was something he hadn't been called in quite a while. "And how do you suppose you are going to help me get me ship back?"
"I can provide you with a ship and hopefully a crew. I know who took your ship and why."
"Who then?"
"I beg of you to trust me, meet me on the dock at dawn tomorrow, at the first break of day. This is important."
He had gotten a good look at her as she spoke and in spite of all the dirt she was buried under and the torn, ragged clothes it was evident that she was very beautiful. She had long black hair that obviously hadn't seen a comb in quite a while, porcelain skin under a layer of dust and dirt, but what drew his attention the most was her deep, dark emerald green eyes, like staring in to a bottomless pit in which there were no return.
"You must meet me there, you hear?" She made to leave, but in spite of the manners he once had learned he grabbed her elbow to stop her. "Who are you? Why are you helping me? Who has taken my ship?"
"You are Jack Sparrow, that is why I am helping you. You saved my father's life once, it is time to pay the debt. The person who has taken your ship is none other than the offspring of the monster Barbossa. My name will have to wait. Meet me there." She tore out of his grip and left.
He was going to ask how that old butt ugly man could be the offspring of Barbossa, but he never got the chance to ask.
That was the strangest visit he had had in quite some time. He pondered on it for a while. Then he returned to the bed. Not like there were much more to be doing around there.
Later that day he dared to take a trip outside. That was the big mistake. He was on his way down to the dock when suddenly he was surprised by a group of patrolling soldiers that recognised him right away. In spite of the fact that he tried to run he was caught and thrown in jail.
He hated that jail, he had seen the insides of it far too many times now and that blasted dog that had the keys dangling from its mouth just out of reach...
Dusk fell, then it became almost pitch black outside and all he could think about was the noose that awaited him in the morning.
Why couldn't he have stayed where he were and waited till the morning? That young woman had seemed sincere and trustworthy. She could have made him get away and instead he had thrown away his only chance. Well, that was fate for ye.
He retired to the right corner and tried to get some sleep, but it was almost hopeless.
Suddenly he heard a terrible racket and the guard came tumbling down the stairs.
He sat up straight as the dog started growling.
Pretty soon there was another growl coming from the stairs and a large black and silver head emerged with an impressive set of bared teeth as his wolf slowly approached the dog.
Both canines were baring their teeth at each other and growling, both had raised the hair on their backs and their tails were standing straight up.
The dog dropped the keys to the floor and took a few steps towards the wolf, that was when she almost literally flew through the air and knocked the dog to the floor.
However it quickly regained its footing and bit the wolf in the side, making her yelp in pain and arouse her temper. She spun around and bit down over the smaller canine's neck.
Jack had large difficulties keeping scores as the fight only accumulated from there, it was a frenzy of snares, growls, barks, teeth and blood.
Finally the dog gave in and crawled away.
The wolf picked up the keys.
"Give them here, girl."
She stepped over to him with the keys and dropped them at his feet before she spun around and disappeared.
"Hey, wait" called Jack at her, but he knew it was no use. Anyhow, he couldn't worry about whether or not she was hurt badly, he had to be ready to go by the break of day.
He knew it was cruel, but he was also sure that the wolf could manage pretty well on her own.
[Sorry that the capture of Jack wasn't more detailed, I just found it not so very interesting and that it would be downright waste of time. Please don't hang me for it. There will be plenty more battles in the future.]
[In this fic I have decided to mix the two things I like the most; pirates and wolves. And over to the same old boring tale; I don't own them... blah, blah, blah... (Wish I owned Jack Sparrow though, 'cause I know just what I'll be doing with him)
Ok, this is in true Pirates of the Caribbean style with a curse, a cure and of course a lot of supernatural stuff. R rated for all the nasty and enjoyable things I'll put in here after a bit. Anyhow all I can say is enjoy.]
Jack was back in Tortuga, drowning his sorrows in booze. He couldn't believe his misfortune, when his life was finally starting to resemble a real life this had to happen. Again.
They had been on their way to Porto Pirato for a breather when suddenly they had been attacked from behind by another ship. She had seemingly popped up right out of nowhere and started firing upon them.
Again he had to surrender the Black Pearl to the superior powers. He also had to surrender the crew for some strange reason. Perhaps they had plotted against him behind his back, the whole thing was downright odd.
The ship, nearly the size of the Pearl had presumably emerged from between two large cliffs they had just passed and started firing at them, but it had seemed like they had missed the ship itself for some reason. The Pearl had been making poor speed and it didn't take long before the other ship had caught up with them and they were surely aiming for the people aboard the Pearl.
Without much of a choice he had surrendered and by some strange reason he had just been thrown overboard. He assumed the rest of the crew had been thrown in the brig.
Luckily he had been spotted by a passing ship and brought to Tortuga. The rest was, as they say, history.
He had found himself the tackiest tavern and refused to move from his table ever since.
He growled softly into his glass and was about to take another gulp when he felt something warm press slightly down on his thigh. The sudden change made him instantly look down.
What was on his thigh was in fact the head of a large dog-like creature. It had a silver and black coat and looked up at him with large, trusting emerald green eyes.
Not quite knowing how to handle the situation he merely placed a hand on the dog's head. It blinked and swallowed.
He had seen the dog before down on the dock when he had left the ship last night. The local teens had tormented it and thrown stones at it without it even uplifting an eye at them, it had merely crawled away with its tail between its legs.
Jack took pity on the dog and scratched it's dirty coat. "Seems like we're almost in the same boat, mate." He lifted the glass to his lips when the dog pushed his arm, making him spill his drink all over himself.
But instead of getting angry with the dog he just muttered "had enough anyway" before he got to his feet.
The dog took a few steps away from him while it wagged its tail, looking up at him with those trusting eyes.
"Seems like it's just you and me, eh?" He paid for his drinks, noticing that it was more than what he had thought, a lot more.
He went back to the room he had rented and sunk back on the bed and pretty soon fell asleep fully dressed from the intoxication.
The dog stepped up to the head end of the bed and nudged at the pirate's cheek with its nose before it curled up on the floor next to the bed. Soon it had fallen asleep too.
***
When Jack woke the next morning with a rather tempered hangover the dog was gone. He didn't think much about it, it had probably just looked for a place to spend the night and had decided to scatter when the morning came. Again Jack was on his own.
But now he was not without a plan. He was going to find a ship heading for Port Royal and see if he could get some help from the Turners, evidently William and Elizabeth had married.
It took a while, but finally he was on a ship heading for Port Royal.
Others would probably say that it was madness to head straight into the lions den as he was sure that commodore Norrington still wanted to prolong his neck, but he just had to risk that. It wasn't like he had many others to turn to.
By nightfall the ship had reached Port Royal, which suited Jack perfectly since not many would notice him in the dark. He left the dock and continued towards the one place he knew that Will would be; the smithy.
As he reached the place he saw a shadow to his left and turned to find the same dog he had encountered the night before. He assumed that it had followed him aboard the ship and was continuing to follow him out of some kind of loyalty. To be honest he had no idea what drew animals, he had never had as much as a mouse himself.
He called the dog to him by snapping his fingers and the dog wasn't slow to obey the command. He patted it on the head. Perhaps it was a good thing that it had followed him, now he could present the Turners with a wedding gift.
He pushed open the door to the smithy and found Turner himself working on another sword. Why was he not surprised?
Will turned to the creaking sound of the door and wasn't sure if the sight that met him was a welcome one. "Jack Sparrow" he said and dropped what he had in his hands. "What brings you to Port Royal?"
"I need your help."
Will stared at him. "What kind of help?"
Jack was just about to reply when Elizabeth entered. "Jack" she stated calmly.
"Elizabeth..." he said with a smile. "I bring you a wedding present." He pointed at the dog.
"A wedding present?" Will wasn't sure if he had heard correctly.
"Aye, a wedding present. It is a very loyal dog, he-"
Elizabeth started to snigger. "Firstly Jack, that is not a dog, it is a timber wolf, native to America, secondly it is a "she", not a "he"."
Jack looked down at the wolf who was wagging her tail for him. "A wolf?"
"You never did say why you came. Norrington is still on the warpath, you should not be here."
"I have lost the Pearl again."
"How?" asked Elizabeth before Will got a chance to say anything.
Jack told them the whole story. "So now I need to find myself a new ship and a new crew and win her back."
"Where do we fit in?"
"I assumed that you were ready for a new adventure."
"Well, you thought wrong." Will decided that his words were a bit harsh so he hastily added "sorry, Jack, but we have already been placed in a rather bad light after what happened last."
"Please help."
"Sorry, Jack."
"Well, at least you have your gift." He turned his back on them and the wolf and left the smithy.
Elizabeth started to snigger.
"What?"
"That man is incorrigible." She knelt down to the floor and patted the wolf on the head. "Dear Heavens, she is just skin and bones, it is a miracle this poor beast is alive." She shifted her weight and was about to pull the wolf to her when it suddenly uttered a cry and broke free from her. Then it headed for the best exit; through the window, scattering the floor with shards of glass. "Seems like she has grown attached to Jack."
"Well, it is said that love is blind."
***
Meanwhile Jack had found his way back to the dock and was sitting on the edge with his feet hanging down. He sighed deeply. The ship he had come on was already gone and the ships in the harbour were heavily guarded. Besides, he could not take and bring a ship out on his own.
Suddenly he heard a yelp and turned to find the wolf. "Go back to them" he told her. "They can give you food and a good home."
The wolf trotted to him and rubbed her head against his chest, pressing her rather large body against his while she wagged her tail.
"Ok, ok, you get it your way." He gently pushed her away and looked longingly at the ships in the harbour.
The wolf lay down next to him and looked in the same direction like she was feeling the same. Then suddenly she jumped back up and ran off into the dark.
He snorted. Finally she had taken to her senses.
***
When the dawn came he had retired to a room he had rented. He dared not do much now, after all he had a determined bloodhound on his heels and he was not talking about a charmer with fur.
He lay sprawled on the bed when there was a knock on the door. At first he didn't want to open, but when the knocking continued he got to his feet and walked over to the door.
On the other side was a young woman.
"May I be of assistance in any way, miss?" he asked with a frown.
"I can help you get the Pearl back" said the woman and stepped past him onto the room.
"Please come in" muttered Jack as he closed the door.
"I didn't think it an issue to be discussed in the hallway, sir."
"Sir", that was something he hadn't been called in quite a while. "And how do you suppose you are going to help me get me ship back?"
"I can provide you with a ship and hopefully a crew. I know who took your ship and why."
"Who then?"
"I beg of you to trust me, meet me on the dock at dawn tomorrow, at the first break of day. This is important."
He had gotten a good look at her as she spoke and in spite of all the dirt she was buried under and the torn, ragged clothes it was evident that she was very beautiful. She had long black hair that obviously hadn't seen a comb in quite a while, porcelain skin under a layer of dust and dirt, but what drew his attention the most was her deep, dark emerald green eyes, like staring in to a bottomless pit in which there were no return.
"You must meet me there, you hear?" She made to leave, but in spite of the manners he once had learned he grabbed her elbow to stop her. "Who are you? Why are you helping me? Who has taken my ship?"
"You are Jack Sparrow, that is why I am helping you. You saved my father's life once, it is time to pay the debt. The person who has taken your ship is none other than the offspring of the monster Barbossa. My name will have to wait. Meet me there." She tore out of his grip and left.
He was going to ask how that old butt ugly man could be the offspring of Barbossa, but he never got the chance to ask.
That was the strangest visit he had had in quite some time. He pondered on it for a while. Then he returned to the bed. Not like there were much more to be doing around there.
Later that day he dared to take a trip outside. That was the big mistake. He was on his way down to the dock when suddenly he was surprised by a group of patrolling soldiers that recognised him right away. In spite of the fact that he tried to run he was caught and thrown in jail.
He hated that jail, he had seen the insides of it far too many times now and that blasted dog that had the keys dangling from its mouth just out of reach...
Dusk fell, then it became almost pitch black outside and all he could think about was the noose that awaited him in the morning.
Why couldn't he have stayed where he were and waited till the morning? That young woman had seemed sincere and trustworthy. She could have made him get away and instead he had thrown away his only chance. Well, that was fate for ye.
He retired to the right corner and tried to get some sleep, but it was almost hopeless.
Suddenly he heard a terrible racket and the guard came tumbling down the stairs.
He sat up straight as the dog started growling.
Pretty soon there was another growl coming from the stairs and a large black and silver head emerged with an impressive set of bared teeth as his wolf slowly approached the dog.
Both canines were baring their teeth at each other and growling, both had raised the hair on their backs and their tails were standing straight up.
The dog dropped the keys to the floor and took a few steps towards the wolf, that was when she almost literally flew through the air and knocked the dog to the floor.
However it quickly regained its footing and bit the wolf in the side, making her yelp in pain and arouse her temper. She spun around and bit down over the smaller canine's neck.
Jack had large difficulties keeping scores as the fight only accumulated from there, it was a frenzy of snares, growls, barks, teeth and blood.
Finally the dog gave in and crawled away.
The wolf picked up the keys.
"Give them here, girl."
She stepped over to him with the keys and dropped them at his feet before she spun around and disappeared.
"Hey, wait" called Jack at her, but he knew it was no use. Anyhow, he couldn't worry about whether or not she was hurt badly, he had to be ready to go by the break of day.
He knew it was cruel, but he was also sure that the wolf could manage pretty well on her own.
[Sorry that the capture of Jack wasn't more detailed, I just found it not so very interesting and that it would be downright waste of time. Please don't hang me for it. There will be plenty more battles in the future.]