Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Jack Sparrow nor the Black Pearl nor any part of Pirates of the Caribbean as much as I would like to!
A/N: This is my first Jack fic,and first time posting here so reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks you! Hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!
Chapter One
His eyes were rolling up into his head, but he continued to guzzle the remainder of the sweet liquid in the large brown bottle. After Jack had finished the bottle of rum, he passed out with a large smile spread across his handsome face. He was sprawled out on his bed in his cabin with his back against the headrest and his chin resting on his chest, the two braids of his beard spread across his bare chest. One of the many pendants in his hair hung down past the crimson sash in his hair and was resting just below his eyebrow, almost touching his eye. He was fully clothed with his thin white shirt halfway buttoned, black vest over that, sash tied over that, and light brown leather belt cinched around that. He also had on his gray pants with his brown boots that went nearly up to his knees crossed at the ankles. His body was rocking along with the sway of the ship. He was the captain of the ship-the notorious Black Pearl.
He slept quite hard-all through the night and into the next morning. He was awakened by a large wave that crashed against the ship. He fell to the floor with a "thud."
"Brrrr!" he shivered, his eyes shut tight.
The floor of his cabin, felt so cold and-wet! He shifted and felt how uneven the floor felt and how lumpy it was, which was quite odd considering the floor was wood… He opened one eye and blinked in the brightness. It seemed as if everything was-white! He frowned in confusion-his head was spinning. He closed his eyes and clasped his head to stop the spinning. After a moment, he opened his eyes again. He was lying on his back staring into the bright warm sun, yet his back felt as if it were frozen…He looked out of the corners of his eyes, and seeing no movement sat up. His movements were slow so as not to upset his already throbbing head.
He looked around at everything covered in white and thought aloud. "Is ol' Jack dead? Are ye in heaven mate?"
He put his hands before him to examine. They looked real…He pointed one of his fingers and slowly brought it closer to one of his eyes. It kept coming closer and closer and closer until…
"Oh!" Jack jumped as he poked his eye. He clamped his hand over the eye that was now tearing. "Well I'm not dead…but where am I?"
Only then did he notice the shadow that fell near him. He looked up at the sign. One thing Jack wasn't was a scholar-but he could make out words-somewhat!
"Wel-co-me…to…Loo…goo…tee…Indi-Indian-Indian-a."(Loogootee, Indiana is a true city…) He pronounced each syllable with the most concentration. He scratched his head, his charms jingling. "What 'ave you gone an' gotten yerself into this time Sparrow?" he spoke aloud to himself.
He had no idea where he was. It was some strange land he'd never heard of before. He'd heard of many a pirate coming in contact with an Indian, but he'd never heard of the land Indian… 'Or maybe the land is what the pirates met…' He thought pulling at the braids of his beard thoughtfully.
His bum was beginning to grow rather numb from the coldness of the white stuff that covered every surface around him. He was quite suspicious of the stuff and gathered a freezing handful and brought it to his face and sniffed it. It had no smell whatsoever. He shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of the handful. It wasn't bad, but just as it had no scent, it had no taste as well. He let the ball of white fall to the ground as he stood up swaying slightly.
As he stood up, he felt the biting north wind hit his bare chest. He shivered and pulled the flaps of his shirt together. He couldn't button it closed because the buttons were missing-thanks to a few of his rather impatient lady friends… A cocky grin began to flit across his face as he thought of the women that might be on this new land. Just then, he saw movement. Jack's eyes widened in shock as he observed the most outrageous creature he'd ever seen. It was not much taller than his chin and it was bright orange, and rather round… She-for it must have been a female-had the most beautiful face Jack had ever seen a woman have…She had the palest skin with high delicate cheekbones and the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He could not believe that such an odd being could have such a lovely face that was just barely seen peeking out of the orange blob.
She was moving at a steady pace, but slowed a bit when she saw him. She gave him a curious look. She looked at him as if he were the one that looked odd. But when Jack's dark lined eyes met hers, she quickly averted her ice blue eyes and sped up, continuing at a faster clip than she was when she'd first came into view.
Jack thought she was rather odd, yet interesting. Maybe that was just how these 'Indians' looked… He shrugged it off-it was nothing to worry himself with. He decided that the only way to warm himself up was to move. He began walking in the direction that the odd creature had gone. He was not accustomed to this sort of weather, having only been to England during the cold season only once before-yet it had never been this cold…
He kept walking-he didn't know how long he'd been walking, when he began to pass buildings. They were odd-looking things, tall with two stories (he'd never seen so many two story homes before) and two metal doorknobs, one with a tiny slot in them. He scrutinized all these new architectures with interest. Another thing that caught his eye were the bright trees in every window. They had blinking lights on their branches and brightly colored fruit hanging from them, as well as other odd looking fruits… Some even had the bright blinking lights outside.
Jack came to one particularly bright house with the blinking lights growing on the trees outside as well as a giant one inside the window. He stopped to stare at it for quite some time. He didn't realize how cold he'd gotten. It was below freezing and all he had was a thin layer of clothing that did nothing against the biting cold. As he stood watching the lights on the trees, his eyelids began to grow heavy and stiff.
As Jack fell to the ground, the front door of the house opened and a couple of children as oddly looking as the beautiful face had been stepped out. They looked at Jack… The boy let out a laugh when Jack fell face first into the snow, and the girl's eyes grew wide with terror.
"DAD!" They both shouted and ran back into the house leaving the front door open, as snowflakes began to fall…
