DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jack Sparrow tear I'm only temporarily commandeering him saavy?
RATING: PG-13 (teens) for now I suppose...
PLOT: Orphaned after the death of his pirate father, Jack Sparrow longs to leave the port on which he grew up on as memories coninue to haunt him. Looking out to the horizon he realizes maybe there is a way...
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((I have a thing about titles...I can't figure out any...Reveiw me and help me out with a name nervous laugh))
The crowd surounded the stage where a ragged haired man stood with a noose around his muscled neck. The executioner sneered devilishly as he gripped and regripped the lever tauntingly, the man gulped smiling timidly at the large masked man. An officer stood at the foot of the stage reading off the man's charges one by one, people gasping at some of the obscenities of the man's crimes. They all knew this man was a marked pirate already condemmed even he had not been rightfully turned in. They feared more that his escaped would lead to the fall of the entire port. The officer finished reading his charges and turned to his Commodore and smirked as he gave a nod, he raised his hand and let it fall as the executioner laughed menically ripping the lever bringing the trap door down. A loud crack echoed through the crowd as they stared at the limp hung man. The crack sent shivers through every piece of flesh in the crowd more over that of a young boy.
The boy's eyes widened to what seemed like his forehead. His jet black eyes crystalizing with tears, his hands quivering. He dropped to his knees unable to look at the sight any longer, he shut his eyes tight and released the mornings breakfast onto the gravel. His father, his only family, dangled at the end of a rope motionless and finally condemmed to his years of pillaging and plunder. He never saw his father much except for those times he came into port leaving goods for the boy so he didn't always have to steal what he needed to live. He always wanted to go with his father, to explore the high seas at his side as his first mate. The crowd began to dissipate as the boy stepped forward to what was left of the great Captain. The executioner cut the rope down and his limp body crumpled to the dirt. The boy flinched softly as he continued to step forward boldly he reached out his dirty hands to his fathers limp form but as he took another step closer his veiw was blocked by the Commodore. The Commodore glared down at the child, the boy's very face ressembling that of the fallen Captain.
"Don't do anything brash, whelp, or you shall join your late father," he spat riddiculing the small boy. He faced the executioner as they hoisted the body onto a cart and was taken away. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the leathery worn out brown hat his father once wore. He crawled towards it and sat on his legs taking the oversized hat in his hands his memory flashing back to the times his father would put the hat on him and pat his head or whenever he was hoisted onto the broad shoulders he would take the hat and put it on. He gripped it in his small hands, clenching his teeth as he stood up, tears casscading down his face. He put the hat on and all the it fell to the edge of his eyes he took in a deep breath and bellowed out to the Commodore's back:
"YOU WILL FOREVER REMEMBER THIS, AS THE DAY YOU COULD'VE CAUGHT CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!"
((That's all I have thought up of up till now...so tell me what you think. Love it, hate it? Either ways chibi Jack will get his revenge.))