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that she should be doing homework! Don't sue me! Hope you like my fic!
Chapter 1: Ruby Falls
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered down an empty street, the noon sun beating down on him. Now, everyone knows about Captain Jack Sparrow. He was a pirate legend, though very few could point him out. Very famous in tales he was, but few have actually lain eyes on him. The few who had most likely would not have thought him to be the grand adventurous pirate captain from sight; he looks somewhat like a drunken drifter to the untrained eye. He was garbed in a faded black jacket that came down to his knees, a worn grayish-blue vest that came to about mid-thigh on him, old- looking faded blue pants that tucked into his brown knee-high boots, and under the jacket and vest he wore a loose dirty white shirt. About his waist he wore an old brown belt and under that, a red and white striped piece of cloth that also wrapped around his waist with one end of it extending nearly to his feet. On his head he wore a red bandana, and over that, an old bluish greenish grayish tri-cornered hat. In his long black hair that was in dreadlocks he had many things, mainly beads, but also a short bone tied to the top of his head. He had a mustache and a beard that he had braided into two short braids. He had deep dark brown eyes that were easy to get lost in, and tan skin from many Caribbean adventures in the sun. Now, did everyone believe all of Captain Jack Sparrow's sea stories? Well, it was an even match. Some thought him to be an amazing marvel, and others thought him a mangy sea- dog not worth spitting on.
At the moment, he was heading back to his ship, the Black Pearl, a large black ship with black sails, docked in the harbor. He looked around at the interesting scenery, walking down the narrow stone street.
"'ello, wha's this?" Jack asked curiously to himself as he turned around, bending to pick up the shiny silver object he spotted on the ground. "Hmm..." he mumbled, examining the single shilling he held in his unwashed hands. "Mus' be me lucky day..." He turned around and began to round a corner while still examining the shilling, and ran right into a girl.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled. The girl had light brown hair and beautiful blue-green eyes. She wore a blue frilly expensive looking lace trimmed dress that was fairly low cut and reached the ground causing her the need to hold it up when she walked.
"'scuse me, miss." he apologized, bowing shortly and removing his had respectfully. He placed it back on his head and began to be again on his way.
"Excuse me, sir." she apologized. She thought for a moment. "Sir?" she asked. He turned to look at her.
"Yes?"
"I don't know you." she stated.
"No you don't." Jack confirmed and began to walk off again.
"Sir!" she grabbed his arm, restraining him.
"Yes?" he asked, a bit irritated.
"I mean, I do get around this city and I have never seen you before." she told him.
"Yes, I've just come into town recently." he informed.
"You didn't... by chance... come in on that ship, did you?" she asked, pointing behind her at the Black Pearl.
"Yes, I did."
"You wouldn't happen to know where the captain is, would you?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, I would." he said.
"Oh? Could you tell me where he is?" she asked.
"Righ' in front o' you, darling." he stated.
"You're the captain?!"
"Aye."
"Oh, good!" she exclaimed. "And would your ship happen to be the Black Pearl?"
"Aye, that it would..." he began to get a little suspicious.
"Well then, sir, I deduce that you are Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." he corrected.
"Ah, yes, well then, Captain, I have a proposition for you." she stated. "I am in desperate need of passage on a ship. If you would do me the service, I would be honored to share a reward with you."
"Reward...?" Jack asked, half-interested, half-confused.
"Yes, you see, I am interested in collecting a bounty."
"Ah, yes, well, I really don't 'ave the time, love, I'm sorry." he explained. "You see, I must sail to Rosalia this evening, an' I--"
"Well, that's where I'm headed! How lucky!" she exclaimed. "You can just take me there then!"
"I'm sorry, darling, I'm just going there to get some rum. Kings of rum makin',
they are. Besides, I see no profit in it for me at the moment."
"Er..." she stuttered. "At the moment...? My, er, company! That's worth it!"
"Ah, yes, well, normally I'd accept, but I really don't 'ave time for company tonight." he casually told her.
"That isn't what I mean!" she cried angrily, clearly offended. "How dare you?!" she raised up her arm and slapped him hard across the face. He swayed backward from the force of it.
"...I may 'ave deserved that..." he mumbled, rubbing his cheek.
"I mean, that you can talk to me!" she said. "I'm actually very wise for my age. I know a bit about the sea and--"
"I'm sorry, love, I just don't 'ave the time." he shrugged. With that, he tipped his hat and walked past her.
"Wait!" she pleaded.
"Sorry, darling!" he called to her, not even turning around, and just continued walking down the street.
* * *
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered down he docks, headed for his ship, when suddenly he heard someone running up behind him. He turned around.
"Jack Sparrow?" the person asked in a strange voice. It appeared to be a boy of about seventeen, unable to actually tell, who was clad in a white shirt, black pants, and black boots; all his garments seemed far too large for him. He wore a large blue hat that hid his face.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected. "Captain. Why does everyone in this town seem to make that mistake?"
"My apologies, sir." the boy offered. He set down the four suitcases he had been carrying. "Sir, I want to be a pirate." he boy boldly stated. There was a short pause.
"It isn't that easy, boy." Jack chuckled.
"Alright then, let's have a duel." the boy proposed. "If I can disarm you, then I get to travel with you, and you'll get forty percent of my plunder. If you disarm me, then I'll pay you five shillings for your time. Deal?"
"Well..." Jack mumbled thoughtfully. "I don't see why not. I always win anyway, jus' as a heads up for you."
"We'll see..."
As they prepared to duel, the boy took out an old-looking long sword. Jack took out his trusty sword.
"Three..." the boy counted, "two--" just then, Jack swung his sword horizontally at the boy, but he blocked it. "I didn't say go." the boy said tauntingly, swinging overhead at Jack, who parried it.
"If you want to be a pirate, son, you're gonna 'ave to learn that we don' play fair." they fenced.
"Well, in that case..." the boy swung overhead at Jack. As Jack started to block, the boy kicked at Jack's ankles, sending him falling to the wooden docks. The boy stepped on the blade of Jack's sword and kicked it away.
"Un-fair enough?" the boy asked as he held the blade towards Jack's face. After a pause, Jack finally responded.
"Fine. You win."
"You'll take me on your ship, then?" the boy asked.
"Yes, yes, now let me up!" Jack commanded impatiently.
"Do I have your word?" the boy asked. "To let me go with you regardless of who I am and let me go at least to your next destination... wherever that may be..."
"Yes, you 'ave me word! I'm a pirate and--"
"A pirate's word is never broken." the boy interrupted.
"Aye! Aye!" Jack agreed impatiently. The boy sheathed his sword and helped Jack to his feet. "Great, now I'm all bloody dusty... not that it matters, I am a pirate..." Jack grumbled half to himself while retrieving his sword. "...shiver me timbers..." With Jack still mumbling, the boy picked up his suitcases and followed Jack onto the ship.
As they stepped on deck, Jack greeted some of the crew members who glared suspiciously at the boy.
"Alrigh' then, I suppose you'll 'ave to 'ave a room..." Jack said.
"No, it's fine, I'll just sleep in the galley." the boy replied sarcastically. "Of course I'll need a room."
"Aye..." Jack agreed, ignoring the attitude in the boy's voice. "Follow me, then." He led the boy through a door and down to a fairly shabby looking, sparsely furnished room with one window that overlooked the sea.
"This is a big ship." she boy said, setting his suitcases down.
"This is where you'll be stayin', savvy?"
"I suppose..." the boy responded with a tone of disgust.
"We'll be settin' sail soon, so 'urry up on deck when you get the chance." Jack ordered. "We can always use more 'elp." With that, he left the room. The boy plopped down onto an uncomfortable cot that was part of the 'four pieces of furniture' look the room had going for it. Besides the cot, there was a bedside table with a small unlit oil lamp resting on it, a dresser, and a desk with a stool.
'Who knows how old all this stuff is?' the boy thought in disgust. He sighed and looked around. 'Well... this is just great! Really! I don't need my family anyway...' He got up and paced around, pondering things to come. 'What am I going to tell him about me...?' He left the room and headed upstairs hoping to wing what it was he was going to say. He closed the door to the stairway behind him and looked around for Jack. He spotted him up at the helm. Slowly and reluctantly, the boy walked up the stairs to Jack. The ship had already started moving, so there was no going back.
Chapter 1: Ruby Falls
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered down an empty street, the noon sun beating down on him. Now, everyone knows about Captain Jack Sparrow. He was a pirate legend, though very few could point him out. Very famous in tales he was, but few have actually lain eyes on him. The few who had most likely would not have thought him to be the grand adventurous pirate captain from sight; he looks somewhat like a drunken drifter to the untrained eye. He was garbed in a faded black jacket that came down to his knees, a worn grayish-blue vest that came to about mid-thigh on him, old- looking faded blue pants that tucked into his brown knee-high boots, and under the jacket and vest he wore a loose dirty white shirt. About his waist he wore an old brown belt and under that, a red and white striped piece of cloth that also wrapped around his waist with one end of it extending nearly to his feet. On his head he wore a red bandana, and over that, an old bluish greenish grayish tri-cornered hat. In his long black hair that was in dreadlocks he had many things, mainly beads, but also a short bone tied to the top of his head. He had a mustache and a beard that he had braided into two short braids. He had deep dark brown eyes that were easy to get lost in, and tan skin from many Caribbean adventures in the sun. Now, did everyone believe all of Captain Jack Sparrow's sea stories? Well, it was an even match. Some thought him to be an amazing marvel, and others thought him a mangy sea- dog not worth spitting on.
At the moment, he was heading back to his ship, the Black Pearl, a large black ship with black sails, docked in the harbor. He looked around at the interesting scenery, walking down the narrow stone street.
"'ello, wha's this?" Jack asked curiously to himself as he turned around, bending to pick up the shiny silver object he spotted on the ground. "Hmm..." he mumbled, examining the single shilling he held in his unwashed hands. "Mus' be me lucky day..." He turned around and began to round a corner while still examining the shilling, and ran right into a girl.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled. The girl had light brown hair and beautiful blue-green eyes. She wore a blue frilly expensive looking lace trimmed dress that was fairly low cut and reached the ground causing her the need to hold it up when she walked.
"'scuse me, miss." he apologized, bowing shortly and removing his had respectfully. He placed it back on his head and began to be again on his way.
"Excuse me, sir." she apologized. She thought for a moment. "Sir?" she asked. He turned to look at her.
"Yes?"
"I don't know you." she stated.
"No you don't." Jack confirmed and began to walk off again.
"Sir!" she grabbed his arm, restraining him.
"Yes?" he asked, a bit irritated.
"I mean, I do get around this city and I have never seen you before." she told him.
"Yes, I've just come into town recently." he informed.
"You didn't... by chance... come in on that ship, did you?" she asked, pointing behind her at the Black Pearl.
"Yes, I did."
"You wouldn't happen to know where the captain is, would you?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, I would." he said.
"Oh? Could you tell me where he is?" she asked.
"Righ' in front o' you, darling." he stated.
"You're the captain?!"
"Aye."
"Oh, good!" she exclaimed. "And would your ship happen to be the Black Pearl?"
"Aye, that it would..." he began to get a little suspicious.
"Well then, sir, I deduce that you are Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." he corrected.
"Ah, yes, well then, Captain, I have a proposition for you." she stated. "I am in desperate need of passage on a ship. If you would do me the service, I would be honored to share a reward with you."
"Reward...?" Jack asked, half-interested, half-confused.
"Yes, you see, I am interested in collecting a bounty."
"Ah, yes, well, I really don't 'ave the time, love, I'm sorry." he explained. "You see, I must sail to Rosalia this evening, an' I--"
"Well, that's where I'm headed! How lucky!" she exclaimed. "You can just take me there then!"
"I'm sorry, darling, I'm just going there to get some rum. Kings of rum makin',
they are. Besides, I see no profit in it for me at the moment."
"Er..." she stuttered. "At the moment...? My, er, company! That's worth it!"
"Ah, yes, well, normally I'd accept, but I really don't 'ave time for company tonight." he casually told her.
"That isn't what I mean!" she cried angrily, clearly offended. "How dare you?!" she raised up her arm and slapped him hard across the face. He swayed backward from the force of it.
"...I may 'ave deserved that..." he mumbled, rubbing his cheek.
"I mean, that you can talk to me!" she said. "I'm actually very wise for my age. I know a bit about the sea and--"
"I'm sorry, love, I just don't 'ave the time." he shrugged. With that, he tipped his hat and walked past her.
"Wait!" she pleaded.
"Sorry, darling!" he called to her, not even turning around, and just continued walking down the street.
* * *
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered down he docks, headed for his ship, when suddenly he heard someone running up behind him. He turned around.
"Jack Sparrow?" the person asked in a strange voice. It appeared to be a boy of about seventeen, unable to actually tell, who was clad in a white shirt, black pants, and black boots; all his garments seemed far too large for him. He wore a large blue hat that hid his face.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected. "Captain. Why does everyone in this town seem to make that mistake?"
"My apologies, sir." the boy offered. He set down the four suitcases he had been carrying. "Sir, I want to be a pirate." he boy boldly stated. There was a short pause.
"It isn't that easy, boy." Jack chuckled.
"Alright then, let's have a duel." the boy proposed. "If I can disarm you, then I get to travel with you, and you'll get forty percent of my plunder. If you disarm me, then I'll pay you five shillings for your time. Deal?"
"Well..." Jack mumbled thoughtfully. "I don't see why not. I always win anyway, jus' as a heads up for you."
"We'll see..."
As they prepared to duel, the boy took out an old-looking long sword. Jack took out his trusty sword.
"Three..." the boy counted, "two--" just then, Jack swung his sword horizontally at the boy, but he blocked it. "I didn't say go." the boy said tauntingly, swinging overhead at Jack, who parried it.
"If you want to be a pirate, son, you're gonna 'ave to learn that we don' play fair." they fenced.
"Well, in that case..." the boy swung overhead at Jack. As Jack started to block, the boy kicked at Jack's ankles, sending him falling to the wooden docks. The boy stepped on the blade of Jack's sword and kicked it away.
"Un-fair enough?" the boy asked as he held the blade towards Jack's face. After a pause, Jack finally responded.
"Fine. You win."
"You'll take me on your ship, then?" the boy asked.
"Yes, yes, now let me up!" Jack commanded impatiently.
"Do I have your word?" the boy asked. "To let me go with you regardless of who I am and let me go at least to your next destination... wherever that may be..."
"Yes, you 'ave me word! I'm a pirate and--"
"A pirate's word is never broken." the boy interrupted.
"Aye! Aye!" Jack agreed impatiently. The boy sheathed his sword and helped Jack to his feet. "Great, now I'm all bloody dusty... not that it matters, I am a pirate..." Jack grumbled half to himself while retrieving his sword. "...shiver me timbers..." With Jack still mumbling, the boy picked up his suitcases and followed Jack onto the ship.
As they stepped on deck, Jack greeted some of the crew members who glared suspiciously at the boy.
"Alrigh' then, I suppose you'll 'ave to 'ave a room..." Jack said.
"No, it's fine, I'll just sleep in the galley." the boy replied sarcastically. "Of course I'll need a room."
"Aye..." Jack agreed, ignoring the attitude in the boy's voice. "Follow me, then." He led the boy through a door and down to a fairly shabby looking, sparsely furnished room with one window that overlooked the sea.
"This is a big ship." she boy said, setting his suitcases down.
"This is where you'll be stayin', savvy?"
"I suppose..." the boy responded with a tone of disgust.
"We'll be settin' sail soon, so 'urry up on deck when you get the chance." Jack ordered. "We can always use more 'elp." With that, he left the room. The boy plopped down onto an uncomfortable cot that was part of the 'four pieces of furniture' look the room had going for it. Besides the cot, there was a bedside table with a small unlit oil lamp resting on it, a dresser, and a desk with a stool.
'Who knows how old all this stuff is?' the boy thought in disgust. He sighed and looked around. 'Well... this is just great! Really! I don't need my family anyway...' He got up and paced around, pondering things to come. 'What am I going to tell him about me...?' He left the room and headed upstairs hoping to wing what it was he was going to say. He closed the door to the stairway behind him and looked around for Jack. He spotted him up at the helm. Slowly and reluctantly, the boy walked up the stairs to Jack. The ship had already started moving, so there was no going back.