Title: Through Anothers Eyes
Disclaimer: Duh pirate's is disney's, though Morgan and Electra belong to us.
Authors: Kitkat405 and PirateCaptianTurnerhBlacksmith
Summary: The year's 1716-ish. Enter the infamous Captain Sparrow, who just wants his freedom and the blacksmith Turner who isn't quite sure where his place is due to the fact of a heavy loss. Now enter Electra Adams and Morgan Richards, two very modern girls "thrown" into the blacksmith and Captain's time. All four have very different personalities. This can only end in tears... o.O
Rating: T
Some where in the Caribbean
Off the coast of Mississippi
-Around 280 years ago. Ish-
Prologue
"Scurry! Movement! Cast off!" the shouts of a crazed man echoed against the wooden ships on port, causing the unfortunate souls left to guard the ships to poke their head out over their ships railing to see who was shouting at such an early hour of the morning, though once they either remembered they didn't care or was too drunk to realize they couldn't focus, they went back to sleep.
"All hands make sail!" this shout was repeated, due to the unfortunate appearance of gunshots. Fortunately for the one doing the running and shouting the shots were missing. Unfortunately for the other ships, gunfire was being shot at them, causing small dents in the respective boats.
The man doing the running risked a look behind him and a small grin appeared on his lips, showing a few gold teeth. Either they had given up, or-well, he didn't want to think of the or at the moment.
Almost gleeful he walked onto the magnificent ship, taking in a deep breath and relishing in the salty-
"Cap'n!" The voice of his first mate jarred his thoughts, causing the man to blink at him emotionlessly. "Do we have a headin'?" he asked.
The Captain grinned, "Ah!" he said, pointing away from port- "Sea!" the other man waited for more but quickly realized that was all the Captain would give as he started for the helm.
"Jack!" Another-younger more naïve voice called, causing the Captain to halt for a moment, an unseen look of annoyance passing through the older man's features. "Jack," the other called again with such silent force that made the Captain stop. Bugger. Why couldn't he just… jump over board or something? "Did you get it?" the other asked, causing the nearby crew it lean in, all wanting to know the same question, though not having the guts-or stupidity? to ask him themselves.
Jack starred at him for a moment, blinked a few times then flashed his trade mark "who am I?" look, bothered not to answer the younger and made his way to the helm. The other, however, didn't know when to back down and followed after.
"Jack," he repeated softer this time as the Captain took the wheel firmly in his hands. "Did you get what you went after?"
Jack blinked as he once again stared at the boy. "Will," he said, holding up his hands in a silent strangle, "Dear William-" this time closing the distance between the two, "Master Turner-" the first word came out hollow, forced even… Annoyed. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" the man asked going back to the helm, pulling out a compass, flicking it open, turning the wheel and saying no more, as though his name explained it all. Leaving Will, dear William, master Turner to figure it all out.
He turned back around, walked down the stairs slowly. "He got it." He told the first mate with a final nod and a look of almost embarrassment.
Was there any doubt? He was Captain Jack Sparrow. No one could truly best him…
