Splash! A spray of salt water hit Jack's face as he leaned over the rail of the ghastly ship. The dark waters reflected the bright party lights of the nobles' vessel they were edging towards silently as a ghost. That rich crowd of louts would never suspect a raid.
"Idiots." Jack muttered under his breath. He briefly considered shouting, and warning the ship, just to get back at his father, but he though better of it. The Captain had forbade him to go aboard. Jack and the rest of the crew watched and waited for the Captain's signal. Jack knew the look in his father's eye so well, he could see the signal coming. In three...two...one...
"Now!" In moments, the pirates were crashing the party. Upper class snobs screamed, ran, and clutched at their hearts. From the crow's nest of his father's almost empty ship, Jack watched the bloody scene unfold. Every fiber of him strained to join the crew. It didn't take long for the urge to become too great. In minutes, he was down the ropes, grabbing his dagger, and swinging overboard.
He aimed his upswing perfectly. Due to light body weight and momentum, he swung over the deck and into the rigging of the barge. He looked down at the thick of the fight longingly, watching the pathetic Navy soldiers attempt to defend the equally pathetic upper crust.
"Someday..." He growled down at the soldiers, "Someday I'll beat three of you with one hand tied behind me back." He slithered down the ropes and hugged the walls. He knew if he gave in and joined the fight, his father would catch him, and he'd get a flogging for disobedience. He'd rather avoid a sore backside for the present, so he'd take up the looting instead.
According to "Pirate gossip," there was something special on this ship- something that shouldn't be there. He, like his crew, assumed it was a huge chest of gold- and he wanted to be the first to find it. Maybe then his father would forgive him enough to just make him scrub the deck- instead of having pains in his back for a week.
Jack wrenched the first door open- kitchen. Nope. Next door- Crew bedrooms. Nope. Next door- Captain's cabin. He slipped inside. This was probably where the loot was. He wrenched open drawers and knocked things over, spilling maps and documents everywhere. Nothing of value. Nothing...shiny. He was turning to leave, when he noticed the door. One of the tables he had knocked over had pulled aside a curtain, and there was a door behind it. Jack tried the door: it was locked. Big surprise. Jack took a running leap and slammed his shoulder into the door, effectively crashing it to the ground.
One candle burned in the corner of what was clearly a very rich lady's apartments. Lace. Was. Everywhere. As he backed away from the perfectly white lace he effectively tripped over a chest, which was almost completely hidden under the bed. The chest was old, but handsomely made of a dark mahogany, with golden inlaid characters carving out the name Lord De Mimsy. He pulled the chest out with great difficulty. It was surprisingly heavy for its size, but then again, gold is pretty heavy.
Jack managed to drag the large chest up the stairs. Once he could have sworn that a female squeak emerged from the chest, but he quickly dismissed it as sounds from the brutal slaughter on the main deck. He only managed to drag it half way across the main deck before it was too much for the ten year old boy to handle. Soon Hank, the second mate, found him, chewed him out, and then helped Jack carry the chest to the Black Pearl.
The only reason the captain, his father, did not throw him overboard in disownment, was because of the his curiosity about the contents of the chest. None the less, he was furious. but his punishment was to be decided after the crew opened the chest. It took James the crews blacksmith torturous moments to open the special lock, Jack could see nothing but hairy backs as the lid creaked open.
"Blimey! Thisin' ain't no treasure! It's a stinkin' girl! WHAT THE HELL WE GONNA DO WITH THAT?"