-1POTC:The Island of Life
Okay, I'm reposting this and hopefully I'll get it edited and updated faster this time. Not that I didn't like the second movie, because I loved it, but this is in place of it. Nothing in the second movie happened here.
Disclaimer: Don't own much, just Madeline and the plot, the rest is owned by Disney.
Rated T for some language and for action later on.
Chapter one
As the girl slept, a young man slipped into her room. Suddenly the sound of cannon fire filled the air. As soon as she flew from her bed, the man's arm was around her. His hand covered her mouth. She could only make muffled cries for help. "Shh, I don't want to hurt you. Now, come with me." He dragged her down the stairs of the large house. She saw her father standing with his hands behind his back, gagged. A large man held him so that he could not see his daughter being taken away.
She heard the large man shout, "Jack! Hurry, Barbosa said he wouldn't wait long!" The one called Jack walked quickly through the port town, which was now under fire. The girl stayed soundless, even thought she wasn't being silenced any more. As they got to the rowboat, in the port, she looked at the great ship not far away. The black sails blew in the wind and she was in awe.
Jack, lifting her onto the ship, asked calmly, "What is your name?"
Quietly, she replied, "My name is Madeline Connolly. My father is governor."
"That I knew Madeline. My name is Jack Sparrow, Captain of this fine ship."
"You're a pirate, and this is a pirate ship."
"Yes, the Black Pearl. Finest pirate ship on the seas." He was now leading her to a small
room. "This be your room."
"Thank ye captain." She knew that politeness was always the best, even in the company of pirates. She sat down on the small bed as Jack closed the door. She lay down and was soon asleep, but not before hearing the sound of the last cannon shot.
"You are too kind to our captor, Jack."
"Barbosa, if you are kind, they will not fight ye."
"Hmm, a pirate being pleasant to the lass, she may not know yer purpose for her."
"She need not know my purpose yet." Jack walked off and ordered the anchors be raised and for the ship to move out.
Standing next to him at the wheel was an older man. He stood tall and wore a captain's hat, much the same as the one Jack wore. His long hair blew in the wind. "You doing right by the girl. Don't let Barbosa tell you otherwise." He paused before continuing,
"Talk to the girl in the morning. Find out more about her. Make her at ease as well."
"Aye, sir."
The next morning, Jack found Madeline standing next to the railing on the starboard side of the ship. He approached her almost silently. "Madeline—"
She was startled, and jumped. "Captain Sparrow, you startled me." She turned to see his leaning against the rail next to her. He nodded in apology.
"Now, are you going to tell me why you have brought me here?"
"No."
"Are you ever going to tell me?"
"When the time is right, yes."
"How old are you Captain?"
"Call me Jack. I am 26 years old now, and yer?"
"I am 15. I do not look it, but I am." They stood there and talked for quite some time.
Madeline never once asked about where they were going, or what the pirate's plan was.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months into years. Two years after Madeline was brought onto the Black Pearl, she truly became a pirate.
Firing the gun made her feel invigorated, alive. She watched the man in front of her fall to the ground. Feeling no remorse, she continued in her path towards the looting spot. Jack was already there and she helped him lift the large chest they were thieving.
As they returned to the boat, however, Madeline fell slightly behind. They dropped off the chest and she went back for the gun she had dropped. There, in front of her, was a commodore of the royal navy. She was quickly put in irons, while Jack got away safely.
Later that night, she heard a familiar voice calling her name from outside her cell. "Jack, what are you doing here?"
"I will not let them hang you. I'll come back, I promise." He left and she lay down on the small mattress. She closed her eyes...
Madeline opened her eyes to the sound of a man yelling orders. She got up quickly and put her feet on the wood floor. She grabbed her coat off of the back of a chair, slipped on her shoes, and pushed open the door to her room. She ran to the railing on the starboard side of the ship breathing deeply. She grabbed a hold of the band around her neck and gripped tightly to the charm on the end of it. "We're close."
"Captain. We are only a few hours off of Port Royal. Shall we dock there or farther off?"
"Farther off Jimmy. We don't want the bloody royal navy hangin' us all in the gallows, now do we?"
"No ma'am."
As Madeline walked down the streets of Port Royal, people stopped to stare. She looked like a pirate, except for the nice shoes and her walk. She had grown up, and was proud of it. Her long hair was pulled back into a braid and she was covered in medallions and chains. Along with her many rings, she wore a leather wristband.
She spotted a man walking down the street with a young woman about his age. Their hands were interlocked and she was leaning her head on his shoulder. Madeline recognized the man and called to him, "You! Sir, come here."
The man turned and walked towards her. The woman followed.
"Yer the spittin' image of an old friend of mine."
"Am I?"
"Aye. Now I could use yer help. See, I'm acquiring to find a man by the name of Will
Turner. Do ye know where I may find 'im?"
"Perhaps. May I ask who is acquiring to find him?"
"Me name be Madeline Connolly. I am looking for him since he may know the
whereabouts of one Captain Jack Sparrow."
The man turned to his companion and she placed her hand on his arm. She whispered, "Who do you think she is Will?"
"I don't know." He turned back to Madeline who was now waiting eagerly for a reply. "My name is William Turner."
"Ah, Turner. I knew ye looked like ol' Bootstrap."
"Yes, he was my father."
"Aye. Now, do ye know where Jack be?"
"No, I do not."
"Will," the young woman nudged Will.
"Elizabeth, darling." He gave her a look that told her to not say anymore. "I'm sorry I
cannot help you."
"Ye lie like a bloody fool, Turner. Now, Elizabeth, I know ye both know the whereabouts
of Jack, so, why don't ye tell me."
"The Pearl," she began.
"Elizabeth!" Will shouted.
"He's on the Pearl, the Black Pearl."
"He still has that God-forsaken ship! Ha! Bloody pirate. Now, where is the Pearl, do ye know?" She sat on a small stone wall. Elizabeth took a step closer to her. Will stayed put.
"We haven't seen Jack for almost two years. Our lives were just starting to get back to
normal. Why is it that you are looking for him?"
"He has something of mine. Two things actually." The sound of police running through the streets startled Madeline. She got up and turned quickly to Elizabeth, "May we continue this later lass?"
"No, come with us." She motioned for her to follow them to a waiting carriage.
"Elizabeth—"
"Will, please. You've trusted pirates before."
"To save you."
"Please, do this for me. I want to help her. I really don't care why she wants to find Jack. She can kill him for all I care." Madeline overheard their conversation. She just got into the carriage and waited for the couple. After Will and Elizabeth joined her, they drove to the governor's mansion. They led Madeline into the house. It had been a long time since she was in the governor's home, without stealing from it.
"Nice home you have here. I lived in a home like this, long time ago." Elizabeth gave her a look of disbelief. "Never guess I was a governor's daughter, aye?"
"No, actually I wouldn't." The two women took a seat at a long dining table. "So, what is it that Jack has of yours? And how do you know him so well?"
"Well, ye see, Jack kidnapped me when I was fifteen years old. Thirteen years ago. Long time, aye? Anyway, we was looting this place not far from here and I got me self arrested. Jack said he'd come back for me but he never did. That's one reason I be looking for him. The other reason is that the bloody bastard took a pendant of mine. It was important to me. Now ye see, when I wear this one," she said lifting up her necklace, "I can feel a strange pull, as if it is calling to something. It was never like that before Jack stole me pendant. I think they are connected somehow. Hard to believe?"
"I've heard, and seen, stranger things."
I didn't change anything here, but this time I plan to make the chapters longer and edit the other chapters I had posted. Please review and let me know what you think. The next chapter should be up in a couple days.