A Pirate's Past

A Pirates of the Caribbean prequel by talking2myself

DISCLAIMER: Pirates of the Caribbean is probably one of the greatest movies ever! But sadly it is not mine.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story will have multiple plots going on. I will try to keep them seperated. Let me know if it gets too confusing. PLEASE REVIEW! I love them and it only takes a few seconds! Okay on with the story!

Chapter. 1 It Began With Love

The seas were rough and wild. They tossed a tiny ship back and forth almost as if the waves were playing catch with the vessel. Crew members scrambled up and down the decks of the ship. The sailors slipped and stumbled as they struggled to get to the longboats. Water was rushing in everywhere. The ship was sinking. Soon it would be dragged down into the deep depths of the sea. Their only hope for survival was loading into the longboats and chancing the wild waters.

The first mate stood there quickly counting the crew members. Almost all the ships were full. The other crew members were yelling for the mate to climb aboard. "Wait!" he called out, "Wait! The captain! Where is the captain?!"

The crew anxiously looked around. The captain of the vessel was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a small cabin boy pointed up at the helm of the vessel. "There! There he is!"

The first mate sprang up the stairs to the helm. The fearsome captain stood there staunchly as the first mate yelled over the storm.

"Captain!" he screamed, "We must abandon ship!" The captain didn't say anything. He clung desperately to the helm. "Captain!" the first mate cried, "We must leave her! We don't stand a chance! If we stay aboard we'll surely perish!"

The captain turned and glared at the first mate, "Then, I go down with my ship!" he declared, "Like a proper captain!"

Lightning crashed above their heads and more water splashed over them. The crew members yelled louder for the first mate to come. The first mate looked at his captain appealingly, "Please, captain! Stop this foolishness!"

"No!" the captain yelled over the din of the storm, "I won't go!"

The First Mate threw up his hands in frustration, "Damn you and your stubbornness to the depths! Fine! Drown! But you won't take the crew with you! May God be merciful on you." The first mate scampered down the stairs of the ship. He leapt into the longboat and bellowed at the men to lower it. The disappeared into the dark sea and the captain was left alone on his ship.

He stood there proudly. He gripped the helm tightly and steered on. Salt water splashed at his face and clung to his beard, but he pay it no heed. He tossed his head back and roared to the heavens.

"Is this all you have, heathen gods? Take me and The Flying Dutchman down to the depths! I have no fear! I am Captain Davey Jones! And I do not fear death!"

As if in response a mighty tidal wave swept over the ship. Davey Jones felt himself being sucked down into the crushing black oblivion that was the mighty ocean. He felt the air being forced from his lungs. The world was going black around him. He let his eyes drift shut as he fell. Tis fitting. He thought. For me to die at sea. I wouldn't have it any other way. That was his final thought before darkness took him.

Jones awoke later. First, he felt a strange sensation. Almost like floating, but not like he was floating at sea. Almost like he was drifting through the air. Then, a thought struck him. I'm alive!

Jones bolted upright and looked around at his surroundings. He had been washed up on a long white beach. He looked around, but could see no buildings, no trees, nothing. Then, Jones saw his ship. The Flying Dutchman. It sat there a short distance away. Perfectly unharmed. Jones coughed up a mouthful of water and painfully got to his feet. Where was he? Why was his ship here? And in one piece? There had been nothing around when the ship had begun taking on water. Was this truly the afterlife?

"Unless, I'm not dead," Jones thought out loud. Jones scolded himself immediately. How could he have survived that. "What am I still doing alive?!" Jones cried.

"I saved you." A strange voice echoed around him. Jones whirled around in surprise desperately searching for the source of the mysterious voice.

"Who are you?" Jones demanded, "Show yourself."

Nothing. A few white crabs scuttled out of the sand and the sea. More crabs followed the first group. Jones looked around in shock. Crabs were crawling out of nowhere. Piling into a single mound. The mound twisted and shook until it formed into a figure. Jones jumped back in shock. A wild mess of black dreadlocks swirled around the figure's head. Big brown eyes met his. A beautiful exotic woman stood before him. She smiled at him. Such an enchanting mysterious, playful smile. Jones was lost at first glance. "Who are you?" he murmured again. The woman took a few steps closer to Jones sliding her arms around him.

"I am called Calypso."

At the center of Tortuga there sat a tavern. It was not so different from the other twenty some taverns on the despicable island of Tortuga. Tortuga itself was a monument to debauchery and pleasure seeking.

This particular tavern was called The Merry Bandit. It was a very good name because most of the men that frequented the place were cutthroats, pirates, and other dastardly men. The Bandit was quite busy this night. An exceptionally rowdy bunch had put in to port. They had spent months at sea without rum or women. Tonight, they would have their fill of both. One man yelled louder than any of the others.

"Another rum!" he called out, "My captain's paying tonight!"

His fellow crew members let out a hearty call. Several of them burst into a bawdy drinking song. All of them were thrilled to be back on dry land.

"'Ere you are, gov'nor," the loud man looked up at the comely figure of the young serving wench. "On the 'ouse," she added. The man was staring at her in a drunken stupor. She had a beautiful body, nearly busting out of her dress. Her long red hair flowed down her back and coyly hid her face.

"And who might you be, love?" he asked flashing her a golden smile.

She chuckled and smiled at him, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Aye, I would," the man said eagerly leaning closer. His crew's singing was getting louder and louder. One man stumbled over to him and struggled to get him to join him. The man swatted his comrade away and focused on the lovely girl standing in front of him.

"Tell ya what," she said leaning down close to him, "You give me three shillings, and I'll show you a better time than any of these lads can give you."

The rum bottle slipped from the man's hand. "Well," he said with a smile, "How can I say no to a pretty thing like you?" He quickly got up and followed the girl into another room. Before she slipped into the room, the girl turned and asked him.

"By the by, sweet'eart. Wot is your name?" The man puffed up his chest.

"Teague, ma'am. Cap'n Teague at your service."

Standing on the edge of the porch of a tiny house, A tall man slipped his arms around a young lady. "Well, Mrs. Turner," he said with a smile, "Our house may not have much, but at least we can say that we have the best view in the world." The young couple stared out at the sea. The sun was setting, casting its golden reflection down on the blue waters.

The woman smiled and cuddled him closer, "Aye. That it does, Mr. Turner."

Turner buried his face into her hair, "I promise, that someday I'll be able to take you on a proper honeymoon."

"Oh Bill!" his new wife sighed, "Why would I ever want to leave here? I have everything I need." She looked up at her husband with beaming eyes, "I have you."

"Of course you do," Bill said. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. His wife walked across the porch and leaned over the railing staring out at the sea. Bill gazed at her endearingly. She looked so pretty there. Her body framed against the sunset. Strands of hair blowing loose in the wind.

"So we'll stay here a while?" she asked suddenly.

"Of course love," he said.

"Forever?" she asked. She turned her hope filled eyes towards him.

"Well, if you like," Bill shrugged, "Why not? We can stay here until I have enough money to buy you a castle."

"Bill, I mean it," she said, her voice suddenly very serious, "I want to stay here forever. You and me and our family.

"Of course, darling," Bill said suddenly confused by his wife's tone. "Why all this talk of leaving?"

She let out a heavy sigh, "Bill. I know this will be hard for you. But you must give up your first love." Bill gave her a confused look. "You must give up the sea," she said.

"The sea?" Bill cried in surprise. Why didn't she simply tell him to stop breathing? He gazed out at the mighty ocean. The sea was his home. Probably more so than the little cottage that he had built for his new family. He had spent years sailing. He was a pirate. He knew it. He had spent years with different pirate crews. He had been to Tortuga more times than he could ever remember. He had seen the most beautiful countries in the world. He had seen storms more fearsome than anyone could imagine. He had been questing for treasure since he had been a teen. Pirating was in his blood. How could he give all that up? Especially for the domestic life.

He looked up again at his wife all pretty in the fading sunlight and he had his answer. She stared at him pleadingly. Finally, she spoke again. "I mean it, Bill," she said, "I'm so tired of sailing. It's good to have good solid ground beneath my feet again. It's good to have the world stop spinning around me." She slipped her arms around him again. "We have a new home now. We have a new life!"

Bill forced himself to smile, "Of course we do, my darling. A new grand laugh."

"Promise me you'll put pirating behind us," his wife declared.

"But love..."

"Promise me."

Bill looked into his wife's intense dark eyes. They met his gaze fearlessly. There was that strange courage and passion his wife had. That love of life had first drawn him to her, like a moth to a flame. He slipped his arms around her. "I promise," he said, "No more pirating."

His wife giggled and then pressed another kiss to his lips. "Excellent!" She walked back inside. Before she entered their cottage she turned and smiled at him. "A whole new life. Isn't it wonderful, Bill?" She whirled around and hurried inside.

Bootstrap Bill stared at the water and let out a heavy sigh. A whole new life. He walked down to the beach and scooped up a handful of stones. He began skipping them across the water. He watched as they vanished into the distance. A beautiful new horizon. Freedom. His wife's words echoed in his mind. "A whole new life. Isn't it wonderful, Bill?"

Bill let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps he didn't want to say farewell to his old life.