A/N: This isn't my first story, but those other stories were terrible. I hope this one will attract some good reviews .

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Black Pearl (it is such a pretty ship), Captain Jack Sparrow, Gibbs, or Annamaria. Oh, believe me, I wish I could own Jack, but that's another story. They belong to the greatest mouse of all time and one of my favorite producers, only cuz he did Pirates,Jerry Bruckheimer.

Siren's Song

Chapter 1: The Beginning (A/N: A proper place to start :) ) actually,

Islands and Rum

Mister Joshamee Gibbs and Annamaria Shelton, otherwise know as Gibbs and Annamaria, were standing on the deck of the Black Pearl watching the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow run around aimlessly on a small island in the middle of nowhere. Now that same little island had burnt down trees and stumps, but nothing else other than sand. They didn't know why he was there.

They didn't maroon him there, so don't get angry. He marooned himself there, so to speak. And it was only one week after he almost got hanged.

Annamaria and Gibbs had helped to lift two crates of clinking bottles, Annamaria guessed rum, into a rowboat in which Jack took them to the island. From the Pearl, they couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but could imagine he was hiding it there, just in case he was marooned there in the future.

That puzzled Annamaria. Her crew, under Jack's command wouldn't ever, in any case, remove im from his position. He was getting prepared for the worst, entirely out of Jack's character, but who could blame him for wanting that?

"You know, I think the Cap'n's a bit obsessed with rum," Gibbs said, right before he took a swig of his rum flask. Annamaria just glared.

Jack was rowing back on his, now empty, boat. Annamaria helped Gibbs to pull Jack's boat on board and tie it up.

"Thanks very much," Jack slurred, and somehow swayed himself up to the helm. He seemed to have a cheery look, like he was glad to be on the Pearl, his beloved ship and to not be a prisoner on it. He turned from the helm to see AnnaMaria, Gibbs and a young deckswabber tying loose knots all along amidships.

"Anna! Gibbs! In my cabin please!" Jack ordered. He tied a rope around the helm so it wouldn't move. He sauntered down stairs to the door of his cabin before he turned to the young man.

"You, sailor!"

"Aye, Michael, sir," the boy answered.

Jack walked right up to him, "How long have you been on this ship?"

"Six days, sir," Michael answered promptly.

"Ah, from Tortuga then," he saw the boy nod then continued. "It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferus bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy?"

"Aye, sir!" the boy had a smile on his face.

"How old are you son?"

"Fourteen, Captain."

Jack looked around, "That's a good age, mate. Where's the rest of me crew?"

"Sir, they're in the galley," Michael gave a small salute. "Shall I go round 'em up for you?"

"Aye. Tell them the Captain is calling for them on deck, "the boy turned to go. "Son, you're relieved of your duties for the rest of the day. The others will get your job."

"Aye, Captain!" the young boy, Michael, almost skipped down the stairs below deck.

"Good, strong lad," Jack said to himself then went to his cabin doors.

He flung open the doors and walked inside to his desk. Gibbs and AnnaMaria were sitting in elegantly furnished chairs, with little lion heads as the feet, waiting until Jack started in something that they weren't expecting.

Gibbs stood in respect, "Cap'n. Me and AnnaMaria were just wondering why you called us in here."

"Gibbs. AnnaMaria," Jack smiled. "Possibly in trouble...but," He leaned forward, "Your not."

The look of unsurety and fear was swiped off of their faces, they almost smiled, "Actually, I want to reward you because I didn't see any of the other crew members out there doing what they were ordered to do. So..." he turned away from his desk. They heard shuffling and clicking of locks from his cabinet. When that was done, Jack turned back around, triumphant look on his face. He held two rum bottles, AnnaMaria and Gibbs looked dazed. The Captain's own private rum stash. Part of it was theirs. "You have my thanks."

Jack smiled at their confused faces and uncorked a rum bottle and shooed them, "Off you go then."

Gibbs sadly stood up and turned to go, AnnaMaria spoke up, "Sir, don't we get a reward of sorts?"

"Oh, I almost forgot! Here!" Jack handed the uncorked bottle to Gibbs and gave the corked one to AnnaMaria, "Well done! Line up with the crew outside, if you please." They turned to leave with smiles and opened the cabin door.

"But," Jack used his forefinger and pointed it menacingly at them. "Don't share it with anyone."

"Aye, Captain!" they said in unison.

Jack followed them, but stayed in the shadow of the doorway and looked at the crew. They were in a line, AnnaMaria and Gibbs joining the end, but it was not a straight line and they weren't silent as they were required to be in line ups like this.

What is going on? The crew wasn't doing their jobs, and peticuliarly, they did not respond quickly to his orders. Jack knew something fishy was going on, something like mutiny in the wind...

A/N: So how is it? I'm going to try and add humor to it :) and it will pick up in the next few chapters. Review please! :) I need to know if I am getting Jack right, if you're in need of stuff to put in a review! (hint hint)