The True Treasure of the Pearl
By: pirate-princess and megHan
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the movie or the actors or the sets or the costumes or.... the monkey. Darn, Disney is no fun at all, are they? *Goes off and sulks for a while*
A/N: Woohoo! First Pirates story for us! And for me.....and for her. Umm.....lets start again. Woohoo! Fist Pirates story for us! If you enjoy it, review. Please? I'll give you Johnny Depp...Okay, okay, no more bribes. Just review. : D
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All that Jack could hear was his own breathing as he forced his body to go further than it ever had been forced to go before. That was all he had been able to hear for hours, not even the furious pounding of his heart could drown out the sound. He had been running for as long as he could remember, may be it had been hours, may be longer. Occasionally, he would stop to take a paranoid glance behind his injured shoulder, but the running would resume. After all, Port Royale never did take kindly to thieves.
Time seemed to melt away as one step bled into another, daring him to continue. Jack tried to remember why he was straining his body to its absolute breaking point. He then felt the tough material he was clutching hard in his rough hand. Oh yes, the hat. The new hat, the stolen hat, the stupid bloody hat! For what he had been through to get this hat, Jack knew that he had better wear it until it disintegrated on top of his head and the gulls took it. He held the tri-corner leather hat flat to his chest as his legs continued to pound hard on the cobblestone, matching the striking rhythm of the rain to his own.
Wherever Jack went now, the rain seemed to follow. It provided him with the perfect match to his heart, covered in storm clouds and hidden by rain. But by now, he didn't seem to mind so much. Everything had gone numb and a life of crime seemed incredibly fitting to fill the void now sitting in her place. Kat had died. She had died and that was all there was to it. She had died slowly and painfully, creating a hole Jack hadn't even felt when his mother died in the winter of his seventh year or when his father had gotten sick of it all and left him in the spring of his eighth. But they hadn't meant shit to him, unlike her. She had been everything. Jack quickly wiped away a drop of water dribbling down his face with his free hand. He told himself that it was just the rain and kept on running.
As breath became shallower and lungs pained with overuse a puddle of muddy water in the street caused Jack to stop and glance. The image he saw staring back at him was something new, but something he felt was ultimately right. Beads in his matted dark hair, a red bandanna. The only things Kat had left him. Jack remembered that day with a small ache in his heart. The beach, the rocks, Kat slipped and tore her dress; her necklace broke. He had caught the beads as they fell and she gave them to him tied in a piece of her ripped skirt. As Jack brought his hand up to touch the soft fabric, a small shine on his right hand stopped it in motion. And of course, the ring. A silver ring with a circular black stone, given to her by her mother. All these things, once part of Katrina, now forever entwined in his image. He swore that they would never leave his body, ever.
A new noise behind Jack started his fatigued and worn body back into motion. The rain gave an invigorating feeling as his legs flew over the streets. The only thing left to do now was to melt into Kat's memory and become the one thing she had always loved: a pirate. If only he knew how to get there.
Jack slipped on a slick rock and fell flat to the street, causing his already bruised hand to bleed. He cursed under his breath. He knew that for now, all he could do was run. Just keep running until his body gave out or his mind gave up. Neither looked too likely at the moment. Jack got up and forced his legs to keep their rhythm, despite the growing pain he felt. He was ready for whatever would come his way, whatever it would be.
With almost no second thought at all to the change in his surroundings, Jack ran straight into the ocean, seemingly controlled by something outside of his will power. Reflexes taking over his young body, Jack swam until he couldn't move. Not because he was weak, mind you but because something was keeping him from moving: something large and wooden. Jack felt something inside him nod in approval at his new discovery.
Despite the complaining of his tired and torn muscles, Jack began to climb up the rain soaked ship until he landed flat on the deck. He looked up as two faces appeared over him in the newly introduced moonlight. Before his brain gave into the fog surrounding it, Jack heard one thing. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl"
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A piercing, throbbing drumbeat woke Jack up from his delightful rest. Oh wait, that was just his head. Jack groaned as he sat himself up against a wall, inspecting his new surroundings with mounting weariness. He looked at the floor, wood, at the wall behind him, also wood, and at the other three walls surrounding him, metal bars. 'Great, just bloody great' he thought, while cursing otherwise under his breath. The muttering from the sixteen-year-old interrupted the lively conversation of the two standing outside the cell, the two men he had seen earlier.
"Well, boy." The heavier set one said, "what business have you comin' to the Pearl in the middle of the night, unexpected? The least you could do is make a descent entrance." The two laughed at seemingly their own private joke and turned back to him.
"I was not lookin' for the "Pearl", I wasn't lookin' for anything. Just got lucky I guess." Jack responded, his whole body on edge and ready to fight his way out if necessary. But then, he wasn't really sure if he wanted out. Jack shoved those feelings away for later inspection at a more convenient time. Now the other, taller man turned and spoke to him.
"Are ya telling me..." he started, prompting a space for the name he did not yet know. "Jack" "Alright, are ya tellin' me, Jack, that you jus' decided it would be nice to go for a little late night swim and you conveniently ran straight into this here ship and climbed on board for the heck of it?"
"Yeah, that's about the whole of it." He snapped with a slight grin on his face. Jack began to notice that throughout the whole "conversation" if that's what you could call it, he had heard no other noise, save the sloshing of water against the hull. Jack took his opportunity. "But from the soun' of it, you two don' have anyone else aboard this fine ship to be helpin' ya sail." He said cautiously, stressing the word fine. "So, If I was you, I wouldn't be mindin' someone else to lend a hand."
The two men looked at him skeptically, and there was a somewhat long, awkward moment before one spoke. It was the one that had first spoken to him.
"Are ya daft, boy? We be pirates, if ya join the likes of us..." The man couldn't continue before Jack cut him off. "I know, tha's why I'm here.", he lied. In actuality, he had no bloody clue why he was there, but they didn't have to know that. Another long silence filled the small room as the taller one stared him in the eye.
"What be your name, boy? Other than Jack, I mean." Jack stood up, walking closer to the bars of the cell and towards the two pirates. "The name's Jack Sparrow."
"Well, Jack Sparrow" the man said, "ya are right. We had a bit of trouble sailing this ship into Port Royale with jus' the two of us. We could use an extra hand if you're willin'. But remember, boy, there be no turning back." He stuck his hand in through the bars in a handshake gesture. "Savvy?"
Jack stared at the hand for a moment, his heart racing and mind swimming. Quickly enough, he grabbed the man's hand. "Savvy." With that word, the cell door was unlocked and swung open, allowing Jack freedom.
"Now that you two know my name, I think it's only fair that I know yours." The man who had shaken his hand just seconds ago turned to face him. "I'm Bill Turner, but you can call me "Bootstrap" and this here" he said, gesturing to the shorter man "is Robert Gibbs. Everyone calls 'im Gibbs. Savvy?" "Savvy." Jack replied.
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As dawn approached, lacing the cold early morning sky with orange, pink and red, Jack stood on the deck watching. The gravity of his earlier decision had hit him in full force, but it still felt like the right decision. His mind turned to part of the song Katrina had taught him one stormy night, while they were hiding from her mother. He remembered the joy and excitement in her eyes when she had spoke of pirates and Jack knew that somewhere, she was watching him with that same joy and excitement. Jack saw Kat's face in his mind smiling at him. His reverie was interrupted by a voice further back on the ship, calling his name. It was Bootstrap.
"Eh! Jack! Stop your dreaming, it's time to sail." Jack took one last look at Port Royale before running off to help. Jack knew he'd be returning. Someday. Gazing off into the now blazing sun, he smiled energetically. Part of Kat's song left his lips as he stared at the ocean, his new found love. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
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Points to bribe at top of page. Come on, you know you want to review, please? Pretty please? Even if it's a flame, we can pretend it was something happy. Thanks again, megHan and pirate-princess. *Gets poked by a little furry finger* Oh yes, and Jack the monkey.
By: pirate-princess and megHan
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the movie or the actors or the sets or the costumes or.... the monkey. Darn, Disney is no fun at all, are they? *Goes off and sulks for a while*
A/N: Woohoo! First Pirates story for us! And for me.....and for her. Umm.....lets start again. Woohoo! Fist Pirates story for us! If you enjoy it, review. Please? I'll give you Johnny Depp...Okay, okay, no more bribes. Just review. : D
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All that Jack could hear was his own breathing as he forced his body to go further than it ever had been forced to go before. That was all he had been able to hear for hours, not even the furious pounding of his heart could drown out the sound. He had been running for as long as he could remember, may be it had been hours, may be longer. Occasionally, he would stop to take a paranoid glance behind his injured shoulder, but the running would resume. After all, Port Royale never did take kindly to thieves.
Time seemed to melt away as one step bled into another, daring him to continue. Jack tried to remember why he was straining his body to its absolute breaking point. He then felt the tough material he was clutching hard in his rough hand. Oh yes, the hat. The new hat, the stolen hat, the stupid bloody hat! For what he had been through to get this hat, Jack knew that he had better wear it until it disintegrated on top of his head and the gulls took it. He held the tri-corner leather hat flat to his chest as his legs continued to pound hard on the cobblestone, matching the striking rhythm of the rain to his own.
Wherever Jack went now, the rain seemed to follow. It provided him with the perfect match to his heart, covered in storm clouds and hidden by rain. But by now, he didn't seem to mind so much. Everything had gone numb and a life of crime seemed incredibly fitting to fill the void now sitting in her place. Kat had died. She had died and that was all there was to it. She had died slowly and painfully, creating a hole Jack hadn't even felt when his mother died in the winter of his seventh year or when his father had gotten sick of it all and left him in the spring of his eighth. But they hadn't meant shit to him, unlike her. She had been everything. Jack quickly wiped away a drop of water dribbling down his face with his free hand. He told himself that it was just the rain and kept on running.
As breath became shallower and lungs pained with overuse a puddle of muddy water in the street caused Jack to stop and glance. The image he saw staring back at him was something new, but something he felt was ultimately right. Beads in his matted dark hair, a red bandanna. The only things Kat had left him. Jack remembered that day with a small ache in his heart. The beach, the rocks, Kat slipped and tore her dress; her necklace broke. He had caught the beads as they fell and she gave them to him tied in a piece of her ripped skirt. As Jack brought his hand up to touch the soft fabric, a small shine on his right hand stopped it in motion. And of course, the ring. A silver ring with a circular black stone, given to her by her mother. All these things, once part of Katrina, now forever entwined in his image. He swore that they would never leave his body, ever.
A new noise behind Jack started his fatigued and worn body back into motion. The rain gave an invigorating feeling as his legs flew over the streets. The only thing left to do now was to melt into Kat's memory and become the one thing she had always loved: a pirate. If only he knew how to get there.
Jack slipped on a slick rock and fell flat to the street, causing his already bruised hand to bleed. He cursed under his breath. He knew that for now, all he could do was run. Just keep running until his body gave out or his mind gave up. Neither looked too likely at the moment. Jack got up and forced his legs to keep their rhythm, despite the growing pain he felt. He was ready for whatever would come his way, whatever it would be.
With almost no second thought at all to the change in his surroundings, Jack ran straight into the ocean, seemingly controlled by something outside of his will power. Reflexes taking over his young body, Jack swam until he couldn't move. Not because he was weak, mind you but because something was keeping him from moving: something large and wooden. Jack felt something inside him nod in approval at his new discovery.
Despite the complaining of his tired and torn muscles, Jack began to climb up the rain soaked ship until he landed flat on the deck. He looked up as two faces appeared over him in the newly introduced moonlight. Before his brain gave into the fog surrounding it, Jack heard one thing. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl"
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A piercing, throbbing drumbeat woke Jack up from his delightful rest. Oh wait, that was just his head. Jack groaned as he sat himself up against a wall, inspecting his new surroundings with mounting weariness. He looked at the floor, wood, at the wall behind him, also wood, and at the other three walls surrounding him, metal bars. 'Great, just bloody great' he thought, while cursing otherwise under his breath. The muttering from the sixteen-year-old interrupted the lively conversation of the two standing outside the cell, the two men he had seen earlier.
"Well, boy." The heavier set one said, "what business have you comin' to the Pearl in the middle of the night, unexpected? The least you could do is make a descent entrance." The two laughed at seemingly their own private joke and turned back to him.
"I was not lookin' for the "Pearl", I wasn't lookin' for anything. Just got lucky I guess." Jack responded, his whole body on edge and ready to fight his way out if necessary. But then, he wasn't really sure if he wanted out. Jack shoved those feelings away for later inspection at a more convenient time. Now the other, taller man turned and spoke to him.
"Are ya telling me..." he started, prompting a space for the name he did not yet know. "Jack" "Alright, are ya tellin' me, Jack, that you jus' decided it would be nice to go for a little late night swim and you conveniently ran straight into this here ship and climbed on board for the heck of it?"
"Yeah, that's about the whole of it." He snapped with a slight grin on his face. Jack began to notice that throughout the whole "conversation" if that's what you could call it, he had heard no other noise, save the sloshing of water against the hull. Jack took his opportunity. "But from the soun' of it, you two don' have anyone else aboard this fine ship to be helpin' ya sail." He said cautiously, stressing the word fine. "So, If I was you, I wouldn't be mindin' someone else to lend a hand."
The two men looked at him skeptically, and there was a somewhat long, awkward moment before one spoke. It was the one that had first spoken to him.
"Are ya daft, boy? We be pirates, if ya join the likes of us..." The man couldn't continue before Jack cut him off. "I know, tha's why I'm here.", he lied. In actuality, he had no bloody clue why he was there, but they didn't have to know that. Another long silence filled the small room as the taller one stared him in the eye.
"What be your name, boy? Other than Jack, I mean." Jack stood up, walking closer to the bars of the cell and towards the two pirates. "The name's Jack Sparrow."
"Well, Jack Sparrow" the man said, "ya are right. We had a bit of trouble sailing this ship into Port Royale with jus' the two of us. We could use an extra hand if you're willin'. But remember, boy, there be no turning back." He stuck his hand in through the bars in a handshake gesture. "Savvy?"
Jack stared at the hand for a moment, his heart racing and mind swimming. Quickly enough, he grabbed the man's hand. "Savvy." With that word, the cell door was unlocked and swung open, allowing Jack freedom.
"Now that you two know my name, I think it's only fair that I know yours." The man who had shaken his hand just seconds ago turned to face him. "I'm Bill Turner, but you can call me "Bootstrap" and this here" he said, gesturing to the shorter man "is Robert Gibbs. Everyone calls 'im Gibbs. Savvy?" "Savvy." Jack replied.
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As dawn approached, lacing the cold early morning sky with orange, pink and red, Jack stood on the deck watching. The gravity of his earlier decision had hit him in full force, but it still felt like the right decision. His mind turned to part of the song Katrina had taught him one stormy night, while they were hiding from her mother. He remembered the joy and excitement in her eyes when she had spoke of pirates and Jack knew that somewhere, she was watching him with that same joy and excitement. Jack saw Kat's face in his mind smiling at him. His reverie was interrupted by a voice further back on the ship, calling his name. It was Bootstrap.
"Eh! Jack! Stop your dreaming, it's time to sail." Jack took one last look at Port Royale before running off to help. Jack knew he'd be returning. Someday. Gazing off into the now blazing sun, he smiled energetically. Part of Kat's song left his lips as he stared at the ocean, his new found love. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
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Points to bribe at top of page. Come on, you know you want to review, please? Pretty please? Even if it's a flame, we can pretend it was something happy. Thanks again, megHan and pirate-princess. *Gets poked by a little furry finger* Oh yes, and Jack the monkey.