AN: Do your eyes decieve you? The promised sequal is finally being written? That's right. I came across the plot guide I had typed out for this story last year and just couldn't resist writing it. So, enjoy chapter one! Also, Arabell with be going by Lady Fate now. You'll find out why, just read. Reviews make me very happy!!
Three years after Miss Arabell Fate's death, we find Jack Sparrow on the dirty shore of Tortuga. It's early in the morning, only an hour or two after sunrise. A crab turns toward Jack, watching him. It clicks, annoying, almost as if it's laughing. "Perfect. What would my torment be without freaky crabs here to mock me?" He says aloud. Unlike the rest of his crew, except Will of course; he always stayed aboard the Pearl, he didn't feel the need to go to one of the taverns, nor the wench houses. Ever since you died he has been acting...differently. Whenever his crew confronts him about it he simply denies everything. Jack grabs a handful of sand and flings it at a group of crabs, which flinch back. He then collapses into the sand. A crab scuttles forward, looks at Jack, Scuttles sideways, looks at The Faithful Bride, a tavern. The most popular one on the island. "Are ye tryin' to tell me I should go in there?" He asks, sitting halfway up. The crab clicks. "I'm talkin'...to a crab." He says, falling back down. The crab scuttles away quickly. Jack sits back up, squinting as he looks at the Caribbean sun. Perhaps he should do as the crab...clicked? He looks back over at the Faithful Bride. "What the hell," He says, getting to his feet, "The ole' gullet could use some rum."
Jack is now sitting in the pub, having already drunken three bottles of rum. "Ye think she was kiddin'?" A pirate sitting at a table near Jack whispered, obviously nervous about what he was saying being heard. "I mean...The Captain didn't really hide all the treasure...did she?" Jack's ears tuned into the conversation at the mention of treasure. "Aye." Another pirate said, this one female. That was defiantly a rare find, "She went and buried it all. Damn it to hell, we ne'er e'en got our share!" She spoke somewhat loudly. "Will you be quiet Manacca, she might be 'round here somewhere." The first pirate whispered. "Lady Fate seems to turn up whenever someone starts talkin' 'bout her. It's like she hears everything...knows everything..." he shuddered. Jack furrowed his eyebrows. Lady Fate? He was assuming that was the Captain they were talking about. A female Captain...that was even more of a find. Fate...That sounded familiar. He shrugged it off, Fate was as common a name as any. "I think yer just paranoid." The female pirate said, sloshing down some rum, "I can understand why though. She is sort a' eery. She never tans, or burns, or anything, and those ey-" "You wouldn't be talk about my eyes, now would you, Manacca?" Jack had a small, tiny suspicion he knew who this 'Lady Fate' was. He just couldn't bring himself to believe it was possible. How could some so...fragile...better yet, how could someone so squeamish become a pirate? Even more of a question, how could someone so...dead...become a pirate? He studied the girl's attire. It consisted of a pair of leather boots, brown breeches that ended just below her knees, a chemise that had been cut to reach only an inch below her chest, covering the white chemise was a deep red corset that had also been cut. It came three or four inches above her belly button. Jack noticed the girl's stomach was well toned, no doubt do to the act of piracy. A top her head sat...Jack's hat. Oh, how he'd missed his wonderful hat. Her orangey-gold curls spilled out from under it. Her skin was as pale as the moon, not natural for a sailor of any kind, and her eyes...a bright gold, with a few flecks of brown now and then. Aye, he knew this person.
You sat down across from your crew. They had never been a faithful lot. Never seemed to last longer either. You tended to scare several people away... "So what was it you were saying about my eyes?" You ask, pretending to be curious. "Ah...She was saying how beautiful they are, Captain." The male pirate lied. "No, I wasn't" Manacca muttered, You decided to ignore her. "You're a good man, Mr. Sean." You say, admiring his attempt to cover for his mate. He beamed, feeling pride, "But a cowardly one too." You added, watching the pride wash away. You felt eyes on your back, and stiffened. You were use to getting stares, with your ghostly appearance it was foolish not to expect them, but this one was different. You whip around to tell the person off for starring, but find yourself at a lose for words. "Mr. Sparrow?" You whisper, your voice relapsing into that meek tone you had once possessed. Jack smirks, taking another swig of rum before replying, "Aye, love?" "Jack Sparrow, what are ye doing here?" you ask, sounding somewhat bitter. "Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack mutters, "I could ask ye the same question. Last I saw ye, ye were dead." You glare slightly, "I was." "And how might that've come about, love? Never could figure that one out." You roll your golden eyes, "One of Jones's crew found me. 'Next thing I know, he's flat on the ground with blood oozing from his eyes..." You trail off with a shudder, "I passed out after that...well, died." In your drunken state, you had acted on instinct, using your newly obtained powers to stop him from taking you. Only, since you had no real control over said powers, it had drained you to the point of death. "Thank you for that by the way. Tesoro sav-" Jack rudely cuts you off, "Tesoro? Who might that be, love?" As if hearing Jack, A tiny copper fairy flew off Jack's, well yours as of recent, hat. She had been sleeping inside the upturned rim. She landed on your shoulder with a yawn. "Ye named it?" Jack asked, arching an eyebrow as the two other pirates scurried off while their Captain was distracted. You clearly hadn't noticed, or just didn't care, as you began talking again, "Her. Not it. Her. And I didn't name her. I had no need to, she already had a name."
You move to sit down at Jack's table, opposite him, "And might I inquire as to why you were starring so intently at my back?" "I was just wonderin' how I made such an impact on ye..." Jack says, waving his hand in a wildly dismissive manner. "What are you talking about?" You question, confused. "Yer tattoo, it's a sparrow." Sure enough, you had gotten a tattoo on your left shoulder blade, and your white shimmy clung to your upper arms instead of your shoulders, exposing the inked skin to the world. "It isn't a sparrow. So don't think it has anything to do with you, it's a swallow." "Swallows just another name for sparrows, love." "No, they aren't." You lie, sounding stubborn, "They are entirely different." Jack smirks, but doesn't push the matter, "Might I ask why yer so bitter?" Jack questioned, offering you some of his rum, which took you by surprise. Nonetheless you took a swig before returning it to him. "Shouldn't I be bitter? First you trick me into getting drunk, then you take me to an isle I didn't want to be on, then you manage to get me killed, and then you leave me on said isle to waste away." You snap. "Yes, well...I though ye were dead...fer good, I mean." He says feeling guilty, but not showing it. "Never ya mind that, it's in the past." Jack said, gulping down more rum, "Tell me how ye managed to receive the title of Captain." He said, propping his feet on the table. You tell him the tale of you waking from the dead due to Tesoro somehow brought some mystic, Tia Damla, to you. Finding The Banshee completely deserted, save for five people who you managed to scare bad enough that they helped you sail it into Tortuga's port. From there you found more seaworthy men, and one woman to crew the ship, and ever since you have been pirating the Caribbean. As you tell the story, you manage to forgive Jack, maybe due to the rum. Ohkay, definitely due to the rum.
After hours of talking you and Jack both decide to return to your ships. You follow Jack out of the tavern and onto the dock. He turns toward the Pearl, but you quickly stop him from disappearing by asking, "Mr. Sparrow, when do you plan to leave Tortuga?" Jack turns around to face you, "Why do ye ask, love?" "Well..." You quickly think of a lie, "I want to know how much time I have been blessed with to drive you off your rocker." You say smartly. 'Not completely a lie...' You think, satisfied. "A day." Jack says, "Maybe two." he waves his arm in a unimportant, yet slightly crazy, kind of way. You notice something in his eyes change...perhaps out of pain... Tesoro had flown over to his nose, and bitten it just as he was getting ready to turn away. Jack glares at the creature as it sits on your shoulder, "Stupid beastie." "She isn't a beast, Jack." "She bit me!" He says in a rather childlike way, pointing his finger at the tiny fairy. You roll your eyes, and turn away, walking toward The Banshee.