Edited and improved. In Will's point of view. Takes place a year after Jack falls off the ledge... There is a warrant out for Jack: Dead or Alive... The Royal Navy and bounty hunters will stop at nothing to collect the reward... Can Jack escape the Royal Navy and bounty hunters with his life or will this be the last of Captain Jack Sparrow.
Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Jack Sparrow... or the rest of the cast. I do however own Jewel. This is the improved version of my story that I wrote on the user name of Keioko... The unedited version. I hope you like it and this time I do plan on ending my story. Just be patient. Reviews equal more chapters.
"The Day They tried to kill Captain Jack Sparrow"
Chapter One: "Jewel"
{Story in Will Turner's Point Of View}
~* Flashback*~
The sparks flew as I finished the final touches to my new creation. I took one final glance at the sword before I placed it into the cooling water. 'Perfect,' I thought as someone knocked like a ghost on my door. 'Who in the world would be knocking on my door at this hour?' I placed the cooling sword aside and walked to my front door. I opened the door to reveal none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Hey mate, mind if I stay with ye for a while?" Jack asked with a smirk.
"No, not at all... It's about time you visited me," I said hugging Jack before leading him into the shop. Jack's plans were to stay with me for a month, but his visit was cut short when he received a mysterious letter. I was extremely worried when I saw the expression on his face, and the fear in his eyes, as he read his letter.
"I have to go," Jack said his body tense as he stuffed the letter into his coat pocket.
"What was in that letter that struck fear into the eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow?" I asked afraid to know the answer.
"Nothing mate… I have to go," Jack said vanishing into the night.
That letter changed everything. Jack never told me what was so important in that letter that he had to leave that very instant.
~* End Flashback*~
That was six months ago, and sadly the last time I saw Jack. I shook my head erasing the old memory from my thoughts. I wasn't going to let the depressed memory spoil one of the happiest days of my life. Today was Elizabeth's and mine one year anniversary, so I took her out to a nice tavern. A tavern I might add, that had no grubby whores, drunks, or bar fights. Elizabeth and I were happily enjoying our meal when Commodore Norrington intervallic us.
"Sorry to interrupt you two… But Elizabeth you are to report home immediately," Commodore Norrington said at the foot of our table.
"Why?" she asked wiping the tip of her mouth with her napkin.
"No questions asked, GO!" Norrington ordered.
"I'll walk you home," I offered rising from my chair.
"Mr. Turner stay put, I have some business to discuss with you," Norrington said pulling out Elizabeth's chair. Elizabeth smiled nodding her thanks as he helped her out of the chair. She took one last fleeting look at me before walking out of the tavern.
"What do you want?" I asked, the exasperation ringing in my voice.
"The Royal Navy and I need your help on a little hunt," Norrington replied in a tranquil voice as he sat down in Elizabeth's seat.
"What are you hunting, a ship?"
"Yes. The Black Pearl and its captain, Jack Sparrow," Norrington replied with a smirk.
"Why...What did he do?" I asked narrowing my eyes.
"There is a warrant out for his capture and a reward for his death. I will stop at nothing to collect that reward, plus it will benefit me significantly to get rid of the legendary Jack Sparrow."
"Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow!" I snarled.
"He's a pirate!" Norrington snapped.
"So!" I hissed the anger rising in the pit of my stomach.
"I want him dead! I will be known across the whole Caribbean for the killing of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow… And so will you."
"I will take no part in the killing and murder of my best friend," I said getting up and walking away.
"I don't need your help anyways," Norington snapped.
I leisurely walked home pondering the ghastly news I received from Norrington. 'In what right mind would Norrington believe I would help him detain Jack? What a fool!' I thought as the fury once again flowed through my body. Returning home I found Elizabeth soundly sleeping in my bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed as the tears gradually ran down my cheeks.
"Will, are you crying?" spoke the voice of the awakened Elizabeth.
"Yes," I sobbed.
"What ever for?" Elizabeth asked rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to soothe me.
"There's a warrant out for Jack... Dead or Alive... Commodore Norington will stop at nothing to destroy him."
"Oh my," Elizabeth breathed.
"I have to warn him."
"Will, Jack can take care of himself."
"I know but-" I started but was interrupted by Elizabeth.
"Will, the legends of Jack are true."
"How do you know?" I asked mystified.
"Remember when Jack and I were marooned on that Island?"
"Yeah," I said suspiciously lifting one eyebrow.
"He showed me his scares... The ones on his wrist, the ones up and down his arms, and the two bullet holes in his chest... Jack has been through more than you think, has survived more than you think. Trust me he can find a way out of this mess," Elizabeth said, a smile forming on her thin lips.
"I know Elizabeth, but Jack is my best friend. He has saved my life more times than I can count… I owe him," I sighed.
"And just how do you plan to caveat Jack if you don't even know where he is?" Elizabeth questioned.
"Good point... I guess I'll just have to hunt for Jack tomorrow," I said lying down.
"Sounds excellent to me, when do we leave?" Elizabeth smiled as she laid back down beside me.
"I'M leaving first thing in the morning."
"Will-" Elizabeth protested her smile revolving into a scowl.
"It's too hazardous with all the people after Jack for you to tag along ... End of discussion," I said blowing out the candle and falling asleep.
A few hours later I was rudely awakened by an unremitting banging at my front door that echoed over the pounding rain. I growled as I rolled out of bed and stomped to the front door. I opened the door to see a young girl about the age of thirteen standing outside in the torrential rain.
She was a short, skinny little girl with long dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She was wearing a grey shirt with tight black paints and silver pirate boots. This little girl standing in my doorway reminds me of someone, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I could see the redness surrounding her eyes and the dry tears indicating that she had been crying. I led her in and out from the cold and pouring rain.
"May I help you?" I asked a bit dazed to see a child standing in my home.
"Are ye William Turner?" she asked her body shivering from head to toe.
"Yes," I answered, confusion played in my voice.
"I need yer help in breaking me father out of jail?"
"Who is your father?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
A/N Okay that's all for now, please review. I read this in another great writers story "Reviews to a writer is like Rum is to Jack."
