AN: Sooo the third film completely blew my mind as well as my carefully planned out plot. Anywho, I'm keeping the story as is and pretending that the third film ended differently. Perhaps I'll write another fanfic that properly addresses the end of the third film in the future. For now, please enjoy my version of the events post- Pirates 3.
The Greatest Adventure Yet, Savvy? What would happen if Captain Jack Sparrow had a pirate daughter Margot, and the Turners had a womanizing son Johnny? Johnny joins the Sparrows on the greatest adventure yet. Set after my version of the third movie.
Prologue
The Black Pearl
It had been five and twenty years since Captain Jack Sparrow had last seen the Turners. On that fateful day, they had rescued him from the claws of death and helped him pay off his debt to Davy Jones. That day, he stood idly by as Elizabeth took Will's hand and walked away, walked right out of his life. Ten years later, she was dead, killed by the epidemic that had swept through the American town they had settled in. Will and their boy had barely escaped, had gone back to Port Royal to live with Old Weatherby. Three years later, Will was gone. Disappeared on a naval expedition during a hurricane.
Jack sighed and took a large swig of his rum as he stared at the note in his hand. The note Will had sent him when Elizabeth died. He opened his desk and took out another letter that said Will was missing and presumed dead. He opened it up and took out the copy of the will Weatherby had sent.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He shouted, "Enter!" and tilted his head as the door opened slowly.
"Sorry t' bother ye Captain, but Margot…" started Mr. Gibbs nervously.
Jack rubbed his hands over his face, "That lass will be the death o' me".
He followed Mr. Gibbs out of his cabin to the deck where his men had crowded around something and were cheering loudly. Jack pushed his way through his men to see what they were looking at. As his men noticed him they backed away revealing an intense sword fight. One of the participants was a greasy pirate who Jack had hired his last time in Tortuga. The other was a beautiful girl in breeches, her long black hair tied in a knot on top of her head and her tanned skin glowing with exertion.
Jack came up short his hands flailing about when he reached the combatants. He watched as the girl easily relieved the pirate of his sword and held her own to his throat. The crowd behind Jack went wild and the greasy pirate grinned a toothless grin at the girl, hands up in surrender.
Jack Sparrow cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow as the girl turned to face him.
She shrugged her shoulders and smirked, "Hey Pops".
Port Royal
Former Governor Weatherby Swann had had enough. He scribbled a response to the latest complaint and sent it and a bag of coins off with a messenger.
"What should I do with him Elizabeth?" he muttered, taking off his wig and scratching his bald head.
A servant opened the door, "John Turner to see you, sir".
Swann sighed, "Send him in please".
A handsome boy in his early twenties sauntered into the room and sprawled himself in an armchair, "Grandfather".
Weatherby Swann shook his head as he stared at his only grandson. He had his mother's blonde hair and brown eyes, and Will's face and height. Swann wiped the sad expression from his face and frowned at the boy.
"There's been another complaint," he sternly commented, "From a Miss Mary Belmont. Care to explain?"
Johnny sunk further into his chair, "I still maintain that Mary kissed me. It's not my fault I welcomed her attentions…"
Swann slammed his hand down on his desk and cursed, "Damnit Johnny! These are well-bred young women. You can't treat them like whores from Tortuga!"
"This isn't England, Grandfather," drawled Johnny, "These girls know exactly what they're doing. They get money out of you don't they?"
Swann fisted his hands as he stared down his grandson, "I've paid them off for the last time. Enough is enough. Governor Norrington has listed you as a hazard to Port Royal and wishes for you to marry one of the chits you've compromised or else leave Port Royal forever".
Johnny stared at his grandfather in shock, "I…I'm only three and twenty. I'm not ready for marriage".
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you kissed every wealthy girl in town".
"You can't force me into marriage with one of those idiots," glared Johnny.
Swann rubbed his temples and then nodded brusquely, "Very well then. I had hoped it would never come to this. Your parents stipulated that if ever a time came when I was no longer fit to care for you then a new guardian would be appointed".
"Grandfather, you're still fit to take care of me. What is this nonsense?"
"Obviously I am not if you're being extradited from Port Royal. I haven't done well by you or your parents John," he replied as he got up and went to open his safe.
"You've done very well by us. You can't help that I'm a rake," mumbled Johnny as he joined his grandfather.
Weatherby Swann smiled sadly, "It's time for you to move on from Port Royal. Perhaps you're meant to have a different life than your parents had hoped for. I think you take after your grandfather Bill Turner most of all".
"But Bill Turner was a …"
"Pirate," finished Swann, "You yourself are named after a pirate. A pirate that your parents befriended when they were younger. Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl. And that is where I'm sending you".
"You're sending me to live with a pirate?" asked Johnny incredulously.
"Yes. It's the last thing included in your father's will".
Johnny took the will from his grandfather's hand and stared down at it. Swann wrapped his arm around the young shoulders, "Pirate runs true in your blood. Your father wondered if you'd be able to resist it".
Johnny looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Resist the greatest adventure of my life? I think not".