Hey Guys,
This is my first fanfic ever, but I've had this story down for a long time. I become OBSESSED with pirates, and learnt all the facts myself. I become so involved with the trilogy, that I researched Barbossa's history and Jack's, and with all of this knowledge created another instalment that would fit. I'm a little nervous about showing this, but yes, I decided that I would and that it's an interesting tale that I would like to show the world.
Firstly, I do not own Captain Sparrow, Barbossa, Elizabeth, Will or any characters by Ted and Elliot. They are the geniuses that came up with the characters, and I have decided to use to help my plot.
The only character I do own is my own Izzy, and I request that you ask me before you use her :). Thanks and I hope you enjoy.
I could feel the tension rise as the noise lowered and the door slammed. I stepped slowly inside the bar and felt all the eyes upon me. I smiled mischievously, and wandered over to the bar. Leaning, I place an order, fully understanding why everyone was staring at a young teenage, pirate. They're usually thinking, and questioning the direction I have chosen to take my life on. Too many, a pirate is a criminal, but to me it is so much more.
"Oi kid," yelled an arrogant, male, drunk voice. "You can't drink tha'! It's against the law for…"
"No laws, can bind me from my wants." That should shove him in his place. "In your case, you shouldn't have had that sixth one, hey?"
He swallows his response. As usual, as I turn back towards the bar, I have to order again. Finally my drink arrives, and slowly, resentfully, reluctantly the band begins to play. I take my first sip. I had been to many pubs and bars in exactly the same situation. Then why do I feel so tense? Perhaps it's due to my stress. I had been worrying about the likelihood of running into young John Turner. Like mine, pirate blood ran through him, and I was considering finding him, and using him as leverage. That, or the fact that this was a bar that many an army man, or worse, an East Indian Trading Company solider inhabit. Really, I shouldn't panic, I'm a well armed, well trained pirate with a name people fear, but the East Indian Trading Company are also feared as brutal, violent people without mercy, the ones to look out for. There were none so far, but I bet someone in this drunk, unloved crowd would report me. That was just them, predictable as always, what they would do. I finished my drink, and decided to put my poker face to the test. Once I had tripled my money, I left and wandered over to my motel, where many EITC members were waiting. They had tracked me down (bugger), but had not yet seen me. A plan instantly struck me. I'd have to scare them first. That one, I hadn't thought through. Then, I sighted a well, with a bucket full of water.
"Hey boys!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm over here!" Using my cutlass, I cut the rope, and the bucket fell loudly. I ran to the back of the building, and waited until all the men were surrounding the well. Smiling, I ran into my room, grabbed my effects, jumped out the window and ran to the jetty, where two arguing crewmembers waited.
"Let's go!" I say, jumping into the rowboat, and we row off, and never see an EITC solider run towards us. Pirate Perfection.
Ok, I know that this was short, but I'm putting Chapter one up :D