Tell No Tales
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirate's of the Caribbean.
This is numero duo for me on the whole fan fiction thing, I must say, I am addicted, so it probably won't be my last. If you have read my Harry Potter fan fic, A Deeper Look, and you didn't like it, don't even bother with this one because my style of writing will probably not have changed much. I hope you all enjoy this, if you don't, stop reading it, no one is forcing you. Oh, and, I don't know a lot about Pirates of the Caribbean, I just love the movie, so let's call this an off-canon, alternate universe, whatever will keep you all from flaming me, kind of story!
Chapter One
Jack's Awakening
There was a mist all around, and the wind was blowing hard in it. Sand was moving so quickly through the air, that it looked as though it were falling from the skies like a corrosive rain. To stay in this weather was to lose your skin, piece by piece. The waves were crashing on the rocky shore so hard, that he thought that he could go deaf from the sound alone. He couldn't see a thing…he didn't have to. He had been here many times before. He knew this land like the back of his hand; he was almost there.
A gust of wind hit him from the side, knocking him over onto the sand covered rock on the shore. The sudden coldness shook him almost as hard as the blowing sand. He realized that the weather was only getting worse… and now he couldn't get up.
He lay there, frantic, looking up and down the beach for some place to crawl to, some place of refuge from the storm. Then he saw it. It looked like a child, playing in the sand, making a castle. He saw an old, thick, palm tree behind them, rocking and swaying in the tumultuous wind. He knew that it would never hear the cracking of the trunk; it would never see it coming.
He crawled to them as quickly as he could, still unable to get up. At this rate, he knew he wouldn't make it in time.
Little by little, as he got closer, he could hear him playing and laughing in the sand. When he got nearer to them, he could make out the melody of the song it was singing. When he was almost there, he could hear they're song.
"One, two, pirate's comin' for you. Three, four, he's at the door…. Five, six, he won't miss. Seven, eight, it's almost too late. Nine, ten… they're back again…..daddy..."
The boy looked up at Jack Sparrow with a grin on his face. Then, the tree fell and smashed him into oblivion.
Jack awoke with a start, gasping for air, still feeling as though the sand was draining from his lungs. He had experienced this feeling a lot in the past few nights. The dream never changes; the boy always dies…his son…
As far as Jack knew, he had no real children. He was a wanted man, a pirate. He had no time for such things. Why did his "son" haunt him every night? He decided that he would try to get it out of his head.
Jack got up; he left his cabin and walked out on the deck. It was still early, the sun had not yet arisen, but his dutiful sailors were already tying up the rigging and scrubbing the salt off of the walls. Apparently, there had been a storm that night.
Jack's first mate, Will Turner, came walking out of his own cabin, looking exhausted. "What's going on Jack?"
"Nothin' Will. Just a storm, didn't sleep well."
"Me either, but it had nothing to do with a storm," he said, looking over at the door of his cabin, "She never sleeps, I swear." He was, of course, talking about his wife Elizabeth.
Jack responded, "Yes, well with a wife like that, who would want to sleep? Unless you've become a unic." Jack winked at Will with a smile; they had gone through a lot together.
"So where are we headed next?" Will said to Jack.
"Anywhere you'd like to go Sir William."
It's a little short, but hey, it's chapter one.