I WANNA BE BAD LIKE YOU:

A PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN STORY  

(Note: I do not own all of the characters in this story)

Chapter 1

A New Baby Bird

The night broke into day, and the clouds darkened.  The sky filled with lightning and wind, the waters of the ocean becoming more treacherous as the day passed on.  Through the dark storm clouds sailed a great ship, set with dark brown timber, and finished with creepy black sails.  Onboard people scattered themselves around the deck, trying desperately to keep the sails upright, and the ship sailing in the correct direction without it overturning.

Many of them wore baggy clothing and piles of jewellery, but one in particular that was standing at the ship's wheel stood out the most.  He was reasonably young, with a moustache, a short plaited beard, long black dreaded and plaited hair and beads hanging down from the red scarf wrapped tightly around his forehead.  His dark brown eyes peered out over the deck, holding onto the wheel as tightly as he could.

One of the other crew members, by the name of Gibbs approached him, the hard rain battering down on him.

"We must have bad luck, Capt'n!" He yelled through the storm.

"Don't see any reason why actually!" The captain yelled back quite calmly.

"But Capt'n Jack Sparrow hasn't had this much bad fortune in twelve months!"

Jack frowned, suddenly understanding what he meant.

"Yes, you're right!" He barked back, stepping back and holding the wheel with one hand, "Listen mate, take over! I have a hunch that something might be cursing us!"

Gibbs nodded, and took Jack's place.

Jack looked around him, pulled his captain's hat down over his eyes and headed for the galley. 

He got inside and pulled off his hat, whipping it around himself to dry it off.  Continuing down the stairs he inspected the place, before turning and heading in the opposite direction.   All of a sudden there was a crack of thunder and a squeal that erupted from the corner of the galley.  Jack stopped and turned back slowly, now smiling boldly.  He crept along the floor, looking around himself carefully.

"I know you're in here" He said, as if talking to someone, "There's no use in hidin' from me"

There was no answer.  Jack slapped the hat back onto his head and got down on his hands and knees.  He peered under the table across at a young woman.  The girl didn't look up, as Jack sat there and stared at her.

"Luv, I know that you've sat yourself under the table there, so come out now and I won't shoot you, savvy?"

The girl looked up, tears in her eyes.  Jack got to his feet strangely, brushing himself off, even though he was soaked.

She crawled out and sat there looking up at him sadly.

"How did you know that I was here?" She asked rather fearlessly.

"Bad misfortune to have a woman on board" He replied, staring back down at her, "I don't suppose you heard some booming of waves and thunder out there, did ya?" He demanded sarcastically.

The girl wiped the tears from her eyes, and got to her feet too.  She was younger than Jack, but only by about five years or so, with long red wavy hair, emerald green eyes and she wore tattered pants and a shirt that were completely dry.

Jack looked her up and down, noting her obvious stature.

"Right, so, first question.  What the hell do you think you're doin' stowin' away with us, hmmm?"

The girl took a deep nervous breath, and began fiddling with her sleeve.

"Well, all I wanted was… You see I wanted to see if I could… become a pirate"

Jack's smiled turned into a sharp laugh.  The girl looked toward the floor miserably.  He glanced up toward the top of the galley steps hoping to see one of the crew standing there, listening, but there was no one.  Jack stopped laughing immediately and straightened himself up.

"What's your name, luv?"

"It's Miranda … Miranda Sparrow"

"Excuse me?" Jack snapped.

"Miranda Sparrow?"

"No, no… I heard that.  I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.  You can't be a Sparrow, savvy?"

Miranda looked at him oddly.

"No, yes I can, cause that's my name"

Jack scratched his chin, and glared at her.  He looked her over once more.

"Right! You must be like a indistinct relative!"

"Yes!" Miranda cried happily.

"But that doesn' mean that I can't still kill you" He replied, pulling out his pistol and pointing it at her.

She backed away from him to the corner of the room.

"Jack… Jack… Yes, I've heard of you before! But you're not my relative, far from it"

"Good.  I'm going to kill you now, just to let you know"
"Wait! You said you wouldn't!"

"Luv, I'm a pirate! Cut me some slack!"

Miranda looked behind her, where on the wall was a rack with long thin swords were hanging.

She spun on her heel and snatched one of them up by the hilt, spun it around and whacked the pistol out of Jack's hand.  The gun went flying and hit the wall next to them with a loud bang, Jack ducked and noticed Miranda standing there, pointing the tip of the sword at his throat.

"Call yourself a pirate!?"

Jack smiled and pushed the blade away from him with his finger.

"I see your… point"

Miranda nodded quickly and cheekily in agreement.

"Make me a pirate!"

Jack ignored his pistol on the floor, and leapt at the rack of swords on the wall behind her, but she put out her own sword to stop him.

He glared at the blade in his face, and strolled backwards.

"You're a woman!"

"You're a scallywag!"
Jack grinned, leaning down and picking up his gun.  She continued to point the sword at him, but he put his pistol back into his belt.

Miranda lowered the sword and looked at him genuinely.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

"I wish, luv" Jack smirked evilly, rubbing his chin and thinking.

"So what are you going to do with me then?"

"Well, there's mutiny, then there's hangin', then feedin' you to the sharks, then working you until you come to realize that you are not a pirate and never will, savvy?"

Miranda looked down at her sword.  Jack reached out carefully and to take it from her, watching her movements.  Miranda slammed the sword down into the wooden floor, just at Jack's feet.  He took his hand away carefully, and stepped back.

"Fine, maybe I never will be a pirate, but you have to take me back to the closest shoreline, if you're not going to harm me of course"

Jack pondered on that for a minute, as one of the crew came down from outside.

"Capt'n the storm, why it's stopped!"

Jack stared at Miranda as she stared back, almost ignoring what the man had said.

"I swear, if you choose to train me as a pirate that I will follow your every desire, Captain Sparrow, sir!"

Jack still grinned.

"That's a woman!!" The man yelped, pointing at Miranda.

"No.  That's my new apprentice" Jack smirked, and the brutish pirate stared at his captain in shock.