Hi guys, dogsrock101 here! Thanks for clicking on my story. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!
This story follows the adventures of our beloved Lt. Theodore Groves and a pirate Captain. Of course there are all our favorite characters involved too—CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, Barbossa, some of our new characters from the 4th movie (not all of them...only some), and, the ones that I enjoy to write the most, many members of the old gang. You'll see what I mean by that when you start reading...now!
Shouts echoed throughout the dining room as platters crashed to the floor, food was kicked in soldiers' faces, and the King of England watched, his fat self glued to his seat, as Captain Jack Sparrow swung onto the golden chandelier. Grabbing his cream puff, Jack jumped off the swinging chandelier and onto the safety of the balcony. He disappeared from view as he bit into his cream puff. Soldiers shouted at one another, pushing their way toward the doors.
Jack licked his fingers as he ran down the stairs. Too delved in his thoughts about the Fountain of Youth and how Barbossa had taken his beloved Pearl (Jack refused to say that the Pearl was truly sunk; Barbossa had to be lying), he didn't realize that he'd knocked somebody down.
He would've continued forth too if that person hadn't yanked on his hair, halting him from running any further.
"Ow, ow, ow," Jack cried, swatting his hands uselessly.
"Ye need to watch where yer walkin' next time, boy. And wash yer filthy hair."
Jack's eyebrows rose. That voice belonged to none other than a pirate. And a female one at that.
The fingers pried off his dreadlocks and he turned around to face his attacker. His eyebrows rose slightly. There stood a woman with short black hair, her eyebrows furrowed. In her hands were piles of jewelry.
They stared at each other silently. It was when a shout of, "Look over there!" that they were snapped to their senses.
Jack dashed toward a large window, thrusting it open. Footsteps thundered down the halls, shouts grew closer, and the female pirate muttered a "Damn it."
"I don't see him!"
"But there she is!"
The black-haired woman cursed underneath her breath, flinging some jewelry on and stuffing the rest into her pockets. As the soldiers ran toward her, positioning their guns, she slowly backed up toward the open window. Jack was gone.
"We've finally caught you!" one of the soldiers said, pointing his long rifle at her. "Now hand over the jewels and gold."
She smirked, tilting her head. "Can't a woman enjoy 'er accessories?"
"That's the King's jewels, not yours."
She sighed dramatically. "Fine, then. 'Tis not me fault that ye can't afford no jewels."
And just as the rifle was fired, she fell backwards out of the open window. Confused and angry shouts echoed through the room as the group of soldiers clustered by the window. They all gaped at what they saw.
She was flying down a laundry line.
And she was laughing. She was looking back at them, waving gleefully, and started to shout, "Tell the King to kiss me arse and go suck a—" when a dress hit her in on the back of head. She scowled and turned her attention on the carriage up ahead.
"You four, go and look for her," one of the soldiers barked. He turned back to look at the descending woman when he saw some movement at the long curtain by the window.
A pair of moving legs popped out from behind it. Sparrow.
Leaning over the window, the soldier started to chop away at the rope. Jack's eyes widened and he shook his head furiously. But it was no use. The rope cut.
Jack yelped as the rope ripped and he swung down toward the ground. He gripped at the fabric, extended his legs, aiming for that black carriage up ahead…
He landed with a violent thud, falling on his knees and hands. He stood up, grinning widely, triumphant.
"Oi!" he heard a shout from behind and somewhat below him. Frowning, he turned to see the woman appear, pushing herself onto the top of the carriage. Her hands had been gripping the edge of the carriage when Jack had knocked her down.
And Jack immediately regretted what he'd done. She did not look happy.
"What the bloody hell were that fer?" she shouted at him, eyebrows furrowed deeply. She took a step forth on the moving carriage. The driver glanced over his shoulder and shrieked at the two pirates. He made a move to stop his horses when the woman put a rifle to the back of his head. "Drive or die!" she shouted at him. Jack raised his eyebrows.
With a nervous gulp, the driver whipped the ropes attached to his horses, ushering them forth.
"There's a good boy," the woman purred, patting his wigged head. Twirling the gun around in her hand, she stowed it back away. "Now, as I were sayin'…What the BLOODY HELL were that fer?" she shouted at Jack.
He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "I guess I didn't see you?"
She narrowed her eyes and marched right up to him, grabbing a hold of his shirt. He backed away slightly, hands raised in surrender. He gave her a charming smile.
"It was just an accident, love. Nothing personal."
"I don't care," she hissed. "Ye've already gotten me in enough trouble as it were, boy."
Jack frowned innocently. "What'd I do?"
It wasn't the right thing to say. She growled lowly, dragging him down to her level. "Ye made the soldiers find me. If it weren't fer ye, I'd still be prancin' 'round the castle, stealin' more o' their damned jewels."
"You still might've gotten caught," Jack pointed out.
She snorted. "Me? No, darlin', I don't get caught. Unlike some supposed pirates," she gave Jack a look, "I know what I is doin'."
He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She smirked. "Ye know exactly what I mean."
Jack raised a finger and opened his mouth to retort when shouts of "There he is!" and "There she is!" and a unified cry of "There they are!" interrupted him.
The two pirates swiveled around to see a group of soldiers chasing after them.
"Buggar," Jack muttered. The woman raised an eyebrow at him.
"Stop that carriage!" one of the soldiers shrieked, pointing his long rifle at them. The woman was silent for a moment, staring off at the running soldiers, before swiveling toward the driver, slinging an arm around him and whispering in his ear.
Jack glanced around. There had to be another way to get out of this situation. Hmm…there was that—
The carriage came to a sudden halt. Jack lost his balance and quickly regained it by flailing his arms about.
"What's happening?" Jack cried, turning around. His eyebrows shot up when he saw the woman smirking triumphantly at him.
On another carriage. She was no longer on the immobile carriage Jack was on. She waved at him cheekily as she grew farther and farther away. Jack scowled. The soldiers were closing in. The only way out was…
Stepping on a man's head and ignoring his "ow!" Jack jumped onto the next carriage he saw. Shoving aside the driver, Jack took a hold of the reigns. He looked over his shoulder. The soldiers appeared to have discovered that Jack was no longer on the previous carriages. One of the soldiers noticed him and aimed his rifle…
"Buggar."
A loud explosion erupted behind Jack. His black eyes widened as they took in the sight: the carriage was on fire. Damn him for choosing the carriage that was piled with coal.
He ushered the horses forward. He would at least get as far as he could before the fire spread. Many people in the streets sprung apart as soon as they saw the burning carriage.
He almost sighed in relief as he turned the corner. There it was. Captain's Daughter: a bar. He stood up and jumped, grabbing onto the swinging sign of the bar. The group of soldiers ran passed him moments later, chasing the burning carriage drawn by the horses. Jack jumped down from the sign, dusting his hands. He smirked and went inside the bar. It was crowded and rambunctious, with the overpowering stench of alcohol, sweat, and wenches.
"Wanna drink, love?"
Jack smirked. "Of course, darlin'," he said and turned to face his hopeful wench. The smirk immediately fell off his face as soon as a gun was shoved in his face. "Maybe later," he said quickly and made a move to walk off.
"No, I insist," the black-haired woman purred, wrapping an arm around his neck from behind. "We need a little chat," she breathed in his ear.
"No, really, later."
She steered him to the wall, throwing him into a seat. He looked up at her through wide kohl-lined eyes.
She sat beside him and slammed a mug down in front of him. She said nothing but that simple tilt of the head indicated him to drink. Jack looked at the drink for a moment before taking it and downing it.
"There are a good lad," she smirked as she took a long gulp of her own drink. "Now," she said, casually twirling a gun in her hand, hidden from view beneath the bar counter, "who is ye?"
Jack frowned. How rude of her; everybody ought to know him! "Love, I'm—"
"Cap'n!"
The woman rolled her eyes and turned her head. A large blonde stomped toward her. Jack tilted his head, wondering if the blonde was half-giant and half-human. That seemed to be a very good hunch, Jack decided, as the man stopped in front of them. His muscles were as big as Jack's thighs! Annoyed by the thought, Jack took another swig of his beer.
"Can't ye see I is busy, Johnny?" the woman sighed.
"Hmm? What? Oh," he said as he noticed Jack, who smiled cheekily at him. "Ah, give it a rest, Cap'n, ye can always shag some other rascal another day."
Jack choked on his drink. "What?"
The woman rolled her eyes. "I ain't shaggin' 'im."
"Will."
"Ain't gonna. I like men that are…men, thank ye very much."
Jack frowned. "Are you saying that I'm unmanly? Really, love, what have I ever done to make you so hostile toward me?"
She twirled to face him, eyebrows furrowed. "Ye got me kicked out the castle, that be what." She leaned toward him, jabbing him in the chest.
Jack sighed. "Forgive and forget, love. Besides, you already got a lot of jewelry."
"I still 'ad unfinished business," she growled.
"What?" the blonde named Johnny cried. "Ye didn't kill 'im?"
"'Cause I couldn't bloody find 'im, and this rascal"—she pointed at Jack—"didn't give me enough time to!"
"Who, exactly, are you talking about?" Jack asked curiously. "Maybe I could be of assistance. It is the least I can do, after all, for ruining your important journey in the castle."
"Watch who yer talkin' to," the woman snarled at him, noting his sarcasm.
"I don't know who I'm talking to."
"I'm Gwen Bloodrayne," she huffed, rolling her shoulders. Jack stared at her. He thoughtfully grazed his beard.
"Gwen Bloodrayne, huh?"
"Aye. Pay some respect. Ain't everyday ye meet one of the most richest pirates 'round, eh?"
"Guess not," murmured Jack.
"And who is ye, anyway?" Johnny asked.
"Me?" Jack pointed at himself.
"Aye, ye, who else would I be talkin' to? Damn buffoon."
"Why would need to know a dead man's name?" Gwen said. A sinister smirk was on her lips. Johnny chuckled.
"Just tryin' to be considerate, Cap'n."
Jack slowly started to inch his fingers toward his belt. "You're really going to kill me just because I was in the way?" It was only then he realized that he had no gun; the soldiers had taken it from him when he had been dragged into the castle. Damn.
She stared at him. Then she grinned and twirled the rifle around in her hand before stowing it in her belt. "'Course not. I were just kiddin'."
Jack stared at her. Johnny roared with laughter and Gwen joined in. Jack pursed his lips.
"Ye shoulda seen the look on yer face!" laughed Johnny, pointing at the other man. Gwen laughed.
"Aw, ye poor thing," she cooed at Jack, who scowled. "Did I give ye a scare?"
That prompted Johnny to laugh even harder. "Probably wet 'is pants 'e did!"
"No," Jack grumbled, taking a swig of his beer.
"Yer too handsome to kill," she purred, leaning in toward him. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "But ye still ruined me chances at Sparrow."
Jack spluttered on his drink. "What do you mean?"
"Don't ye know? Cap'n Sparrow were at the castle the same time ye and me Cap'n was there," Johnny said.
"I know that," Jack said impatiently. "What I don't know is why you were looking for him."
"Just wanted to pay an old friend a visit," Gwen said, but something about her expression said otherwise.
Johnny snickered. "More like make 'im pay."
Gwen smirked.
"…What did he do?" Jack asked slowly.
"Let's just say 'e stole somethin' that were rightfully mine."
Jack said nothing.
"Well," she said as she jumped off her chair. "See ye 'round, handsome." She winked. "Hopefully next time it'll be on a bed."
"Why wait 'till next time," Jack purred, putting his drink down to lean toward her, "when we have time now?"
She smirked and leaned in toward him. They were a mere few inches apart. "Ye don't seem like ye 'ave the stamina to go that fast."
"Oh, I can go fast."
They stared at each other unblinkingly. Then she chuckled and leaned away from him. "Sorry, handsome, but we gotta get goin'. Don't need no soldiers findin' me ship."
Ship.
"Do you have any need for another crew member?" he blurted.
She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. Why?"
"Aside from having fun in your cabin?"
She laughed. "Ye gotta be able to do more than that if ye wanna be on me ship."
"With the action ye've been gettin' lately? I bet ye'd even pay the bastard to join," Johnny smirked.
"Shut it," she snapped at him. The blonde snickered.
"Oh, I can do a lot of things," Jack reassured. He winked. "Maybe even show you a few moves, eh?"
"If anybody's bringin' anythin' new to the table, 'tis me."
"I can't deny that I find dominant women very…attractive."
She chuckled and shook her head. "Fine, come aboard me ship. I could use a swabber anyway."
Jack grinned. "Thanks, love. I won't let you down."
"Ye better not," she said as the three made their way out of the bar.
"Would you give me a spanking?" He frowned like a little puppy.
"Oh, it'll be worse than that," she smirked.
"Ah, into those kind of things, are you?"
"Uh!" Johnny groaned, covering his ears. "Ye two is disgustin'!"
Gwen laughed. "I believe yer the one that are always talkin' 'bout whores and the things ye supposedly do to 'em. Only in yer dreams, o' course."
Johnny scowled. "No, all those were true, 'course! Why else do ye think all 'em whores at Tortuga look at me like that? Giselle even offered me half-price once!"
Jack frowned. "She doubles my prices."
Johnny roared with laughter. "Good luck with 'im in bed, Cap'n. 'Tis gonna be like teachin' a newborn puppy."
"Hey! I am not an inexperienced man!"
"Ye sure sound like one."
"Ah, shut it," Gwen interrupted. The two silenced. "Now, what's yer name, darlin'?"
"Jack…Reed."
Johnny roared with laughter. "Ye 'ave the same name as Sparrow!"
"'Ow unfortunate." Gwen sighed sympathetically. Jack pursed his lips. "Rest assured, Mr. Reed," she slung an arm around him, "we won't make fun o' ye too much."
Johnny snickered.
"Now, let's hurry up and get to me ship, shall we? We 'ave a lot to do."
"She's a beauty, ain't she?" Gwen said proudly as they reached her ship. It wasn't very different from other ships, other than the fact that it was painted creatively. It appeared to be a bright red sun that was peaking out at the bottom of the ship, the bottom part above the water, but a complete segment of the sun seemed to have chipped away. Around the sun it was a red-ish orange which became lighter and lighter as it grew away from the sun. At the front of the ship, there were two swords that formed an 'x' glued on beneath the bow of the ship.
"Oh, yes," Jack said disinterestedly, looking at his dirty nails.
"Well," she said, clapping her hands, "get aboard Burnin' Dawn and get to work, 'lright?"
Jack looked at her curiously. "What would you like me to start with?"
Johnny shoved a dirty bucket of water in Jack's hands. He grinned. "Get to work, Reed."
Jack crinkled his nose as the two laughed and went aboard the ship. Jack sighed and followed after them. This better be worth it.
"Johnny me boy, go fetch me some rum," Gwen said as she looked out at the sea blankly.
"Do I 'ave to?" he whined, glancing over at her with his hands still on the wheel, for he was controlling the wheel today.
She turned around, raising an eyebrow. "'Course! I is yer Captain so what I say goes."
"I don't wanna get it," he whined, pursing his lips.
"Don't be so bloody lazy. Get that huge arse of yours down to the rum cellar!" she said, but there was no harshness in her voice. She was making fun of him, in fact; not ordering him around.
"My arse ain't huge!...but on the other side, on me front, somethin' be VERY big," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "'Tis probably half an inch."
"Do ye wanna check?"
"Nah, sorry, I only check ones that I is sure are at least five inches. Yours sure as hell ain't no five inches."
He winked. "Ya can never know 'till ye check."
"Yer a nasty son o' a bitch, ya know that?"
"I've been told."
"By whores?"
"Nah, I've been told by ye...wait, so I is bein' told by whores."
She punched him on the arm. "Shut up, ye damn ten gorilla!"
He smirked. "That ain't much a good comeback, Cap'n."
"Oh?" She folded her arms. "I simply didn't wanna confuse the performin' ape."
He looked confused. "What perfomin' ape?"
"Exactly my point."
He scratched his blonde head confusedly. It took several moments for him to realize that she was talking about him. "Oi!"
She laughed. "Just get me some damned rum, ye idiot. It'll save ye the embarrassment."
He glared at her. Taking his hands of the wheel, he grumbled foul comments underneath his breath as he headed down the stairs. Gwen smirked in accomplishment.
"Reed," Gwen said and Jack turned around. He was on his knees, scrubbing away at the deck. He had only been muttering underneath his breath. "'Ow is ye doin'?"
"I'm good, now that I've seen you," Jack said, smirking flirtatiously.
"Hmm, well." She peered over at his behind, tilting her head. "Ye sure look good."
Jack smirked. "As do you, love. I think you'd look better without clothes, though."
"I like where this is goin'."
"I couldn't agree more."
Gwen laughed and playfully pushed his head. "Enough. Why don't ye get back to work and actually scrub the deck, not just throw water on it?" she teased.
"Aye...Cap'n."
"Mate, that makes five, not four," Jack said from behind Johnny, who was counting the number of gold he had in his pocket. Johnny raised his eyebrows and turned around, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Mate, I originally 'ad two gold coins. Today, I got another three. That makes four, obviously."
"Actually, mate, two and three together makes five."
Johnny paused for a moment, frowning deeply. "No it don't."
"Yes it does."
"No it don't!"
"Use your fingers," Jack said and Johnny sighed as he raised his right hand. He put two fingers up, then added the other three.
"One, two, three, four, fi-..." he trailed off as he got to his pinky, glancing down at Jack, who had a smug smirk on his face.
"See? It's five."
"Don't look at me like that, ye bloody rat's arse."
Jack frowned innocently. "What'd I do?"
"Yer callin' me stupid!"
"No I'm not."
"Yes ye is!"
"I'm simply saying that your brain doesn't quite function in the way that mine does, and if I'm considered a genius, then you may be average or below average. But, since I am not a genius, I suppose you're not as smart as most men," Jack said all too quickly. Johnny stared at him for a long moment. Then he let out an angry roar. Grabbing onto Jack's shirt, Johnny lifted him off the floor. Jack's eyes widened and he squirmed about, starting to say, "Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that—"
But he was interrupted by a shout.
"JOHNNY!" Gwen boomed. It was a surprise that such a voice could come out of a woman. And she looked even scarier than she sounded. Johnny froze.
"Aye, Cap'n?" he croaked out, not daring to turn around.
"What is ye doin'?"
"...I were 'bout to teach Mr. Reed a li'l lesson."
"Turn 'round," she ordered. He obeyed immediately but fearfully. He let go of Jack's shirt, and Jack took a few steps back. "Ye know better than that, Johnny, especially since ye've been on the ship the longest." Her leather boots clicked against the stairs. The crew was silent and stopped in their work to watch the scene unfold.
"...aye, I know better, Cap'n."
"Then why did ye try to beat 'im up?"
"'E were callin' me stupid!"
"Well ye bloody is!" she snapped, and there was none of her usual teasing tone. "Stupid enough to try to start a fight! Stupid enough to go against one o' me rules aboard me ship!"
"...Sorry, Cap'n."
"Sorry? SORRY?" Her voice rose and he didn't say anything, looking down at the ground. "Ye know 'ow this ship runs. Ye know 'ow punishments work 'ere." His head shot up, grey eyes wide. "'Tis the rules, Johnny."
"Aye, Cap'n," he said quietly, looking at everything but her eyes. If he had looked at her eyes, however, he would've seen that they were apologetic.
She nodded and glanced over her shoulder. "Somebody get me my whip," she said and a whip was handed to her instantly. "Johnny," she said and nodded toward the railing. He gulped nervously and took off his shirt, showing muscles glistening with sweat. The burning sun beat down against the ship. Johnny walked over to the railing and got a firm grip of it. Gwen followed him, making sure she was at a nice distance. In one fluid motion, she raised her wrist and swung it forward. There was a horrible lashing sound of the whip colliding with flesh. Johnny closed his eyes in pain and grunted as the next two came.
"Three whips, that's it," Gwen said as she rolled up the whip into her hand, her face stiff and emotionless.
"Thank ye, Cap'n," Johnny breathed painfully, still tightly holding onto the railing with his now red and lashed back against Gwen. She nodded, although he couldn't see it, and walked into her cabin.
The ship was silent.
"Buggar," Jack mumbled as he looked up to see...some sort of liquid, maybe? He quickly put his hands over his hat but it didn't do much, for the green ooze still splashed right on him. Howls of laughter erupted through the ship. Jack looked up, green ooze dribbling down his hat and forehead. He narrowed his eyes at the grinning Johnny up in the rigging.
"That's what ye get, ye damn bastard!" Johnny shouted. His friends that were up in the rigging with him gave him pats on the back, laughing.
"I don't think your Captain's gonna be happy to hear about this!" Jack shouted back.
Johnny rolled his eyes and snorted. "She don't care."
"What makes you so sure, mate?"
Johnny grinned. "She were watchin'." Jack raised an eyebrow and turned to see Gwen leaned against the railing, smiling in amusement.
"What do ye want me to do 'bout it? I can't do nothin'." She shrugged.
Jack raised his index finger and opened his mouth to say something before he frowned. "But your the Captain. Shouldn't you do something about it?"
"Nah, he be doin' it all the time. I gotta admit," she smirked, "I help out sometimes." Johnny laughed as he made his way to the main deck floor. "Anyways, he ain't breakin' none o' me rules."
"Then how about you help get this stuff off me? You might as well help me get my clothes off." Jack winked.
Gwen laughed. "I wouldn't mind that at all."
Jack grinned. "While we're at it, how about we take your clothes off too?"
"Yer a sick bastard," Johnny spat at Jack, who ignored him, simply smiling charmingly at Gwen.
"Should ye really be talkin', Johnny me boy?" A few snickers echoed across the ship.
"Oh c'mon, Cap'n, I ain't that bad."
Gwen rolled her eyes playfully. "'Ave ye 'eard or seen yerself?"
"'Ave ye 'eard or seen yourself?" Johnny said right back at her, smirking widely.
Gwen pursed her lips. "At least I go after handsome men, unlike some people," she said and a few 'ooohs' went across the deck.
Johnny sighed in slight irritation, crossing his arms across his chest. "I go after women, Cap'n."
"Keep tellin' yourself that, mate," Jack said and more laughs came from the crew members, including Gwen.
Johnny glared at him. "Go to hell, Reed."
"I'll see you there."
Gwen walked out of her cabin, yawning and ruffling her short hair. She stopped suddenly, blinking rapidly at the crew members that surrounded her. They all had strange, malicious smirks on their faces.
"What?" she asked, glancing around at them, smiling slightly in confusion.
"Get 'er!" somebody shouted, shouts of agreement echoing behind him. They all ran forward, grabbing her.
"What the bloody hell is ye doin'?" she shouted, struggling against them uselessly. She thrashed about, kicking, punching. Despite her efforts, they managed to drag her to the plank and one of the crew members wrapped a rope around her wrists. "I be yer CAPTAIN!"
"Not anymore," a crew member, Rick, said, grinning. She faced him and the rest of her crew.
"What the hell do that mean?" she hissed. He continued to grin as other members slammed Johnny against the railing, causing him to groan underneath the cloth wrapped around his mouth. "Johnny!" Gwen shrieked with wide eyes, looking concerned for her quartermaster and friend. "'Ave ye all gone mad?"
"We have a new Cap'n now," Rick said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Who be that?" Rick jabbed his thumb behind him. Somebody sauntered his way toward Gwen, his face hidden from view from beneath the hat, and it was only until he made it close enough that Gwen gasped. "Ye!" Her voice was a venomous hiss of surprise and hate.
"Aye, love," he said, smiling charmingly. He tilted his head so that Gwen could see his handsome face better. "The men don't seem to mind." He gestured with his ringed fingers at the crew.
"Yer me crew. How the bloody hell could ye do this?" Her voice was a mix of betrayal and anger.
"We're pirates. Take what we want, give nothing back," Jack said.
"Ye promised me yer loyalty. Ye all did."
Rick rolled his eyes and snorted. "Please, Cap'n. Or maybe I should just call ya Gwen now. We 'aven't gotten a big pay in a while, and we're tired of waitin'. Cap'n Jack 'ere is a fine man, and I think he'll be a great Captain. After all, 'e promised us eternal life."
Gwen furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. "Eternal life?"
"Aye, 'e said—"
"I think that's enough," Jack cut in quickly. "Sorry, love, but I'm gonna borrow your ship for a while."
"Ye best not lay a scratch on 'er!" she snarled angrily.
"Don't worry, love, I'll be careful. Now," he said, opening his arms and smiling. "Take a jump."
"Ye'll pay for this, Reed."
"Oh!" he said, raising his index finger. "You reminded me. My name isn't Reed, love. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Her eyes widened. She stared at him for a moment unblinkingly. Then she screeched, struggling against her bonds. "Sparrow!" She tried to push her way toward him, but was unsuccessful, getting dragged back to the plank. "I'm gonna kill ye!" she shouted. She looked absolutely furious at this point.
"Aw, it's nice to see you again too, Gwennie," Jack cooed, smirking as he tilted his head. "It's been too many years, no?"
Her eyes narrowed into slits. "Yer still a bastard."
"I've been told, love. But on the contrary, I'm actually quite nice. Look," he said, walking closer to the plank, holding up a sword that was studded with jewels at the handle. "I'll even give you your sword back." Before she could say anything, he tossed it into the ocean. She looked down at the sword, which started to slowly sink, then back at Jack and her crew, and she sighed. Taking a few steps back, she ran forward and jumped into the water cannonball style.
She glanced around underwater, and something that sparkled caught her eyes, which were now flooded with water, although she ignored the pain. Blinking, she swam toward the sword that rested against a big rock, and slipped it into the space between her hands the rope. She quickly made her way back to the surface, taking a deep gulp of air once she could see the sky again. She looked up to see Jack waving back at her as her ship started to sail away.
"Have fun, love!" he shouted, grinning as he waved. She glared at him but didn't say anything as she glanced around in the water, treading water as she did so. She could hear somebody taking a deep breath of air and she looked to her left to see Johnny. Wordlessly, she swam over him, putting the sword handle in her mouth as she started to undo the rope with her tied wrists. Even though her wrists were tied, she could still easily function her fingers, and she let the rope drop to the sea floor.
"Sorry, Cap'n, I couldn't stop 'em," Johnny said once she removed the cloth from his mouth. He undid the rope wrapped around her wrists.
"It don't matter," she mumbled. "Let's just get to land." She pointed to her right. "I saw an island over there. Let's go," she said before moving her arms and legs in rhythm. Johnny stared at her with wide eyes before quickly swimming after him.
"Ain't ye mad, Cap'n?"
"That ain't important right now."
"We could still chase after 'em and take back the ship!"
"Land be more important at the moment, Johnny."
"More important? MORE IMPORTANT? Ye worked yer arse off for that ship and yer just gonna let 'im take it?"
"No."
"Then let's go back! C'mon," he urged, reaching out to grab her hand to her pull her back, but she quickly turned toward him, her eyebrows furrowed.
"No, Johnny! We ain't goin' back! Land is more important right now."
"They took yer ship!"
"I know that!" she shouted angrily, slapping some saltwater at his face. "Don't ye think I know that? And of course I is mad! 'E took me ship! 'E took Burnin' Dawn! Me crew betrayed me! OF COURSE I'M MAD!" Johnny was quiet as he wiped the water off his face. "But it don't matter if I is mad. We head toward land." She turned around and continued to swim. Johnny treaded water for a moment before swimming after her quietly.
Johnny woke up before Gwen, and the stars sparkled up in the dark sky. They had landed on some remote island after hours of swimming. They had fallen asleep immediately afterwards.
He squinted into the darkness, his eyes widening when he saw a fire. He glanced to his right to see Gwen still sleeping, and he frowned as he looked back at the fire. He froze as he heard a sword being unsheathed and he knew it was being faced toward him.
"Stand up," a feminine voice that wasn't Gwen's ordered, and he quickly complied. "You're here for the chest, aren't you?"
"Chest? What chest?" Johnny asked, frowning slightly in confusion.
"Don't play stupid with me."
"I ain't!"
"Why do you want it?"
"Want what?"
"The chest!"
"I told ye already that I don't know what yer talkin' 'bout!"
"Don't play stupid."
"I ain't stupid!" he snarled and angrily turned toward her. The sword was immediately drawn up to his neck. He barely even noticed at the dangerously close sword, his eyebrows raised at the woman that stood in front of him.
The full and bright moon allowed him to take a good look at her (and a good long look he needed). She had dirty blonde hair, much like his own, and brown eyes. The dark shadows played along her sharp facial features. Johnny found that he wasn't scared of her anymore. The way she pointed that sword at him with that fearless look on her beautiful face told Johnny that she was a strong, independent woman. It made her even more attractive than she already physically was. Very, very attractive indeed.
"Who are you?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Johnny, and I sure as hell won't mind knowing ye," he said, smirking slightly. She raised her eyebrows, but before she could say anything, somebody else interrupted.
"Johnny me boy?" a tired voice came from behind the two. The blonde beauty snapped her head toward Gwen, her sword still by Johnny's neck.
"How did you find out about the chest?"
Gwen furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What?"
"The chest! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
She groaned, grabbing onto her forehead. "What is ye talkin' 'bout?"
"What is up with you two and playing stupid?"
"Ye know what? I ain't in the mood for this." Her voice was an angry, frustrated growl. "I is tired, I got kicked off me ship, and me crew betrayed me. I ain't in the mood for this!"
The blonde turned fully toward her, dropping the sword from Johnny's neck. "What?"
"Ye deaf?" she said in an annoyed tone, rolling over in the sand. "Johnny and I got kicked off me ship. I 'ad to see that bastard sail away with my ship."
"Who?"
"Jack Sparrow," she said, her voice seething with hate.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, actually."
Gwen turned back around, raising her eyebrows at the blonde. "Ye know 'im?"
"Yes, we've...been through a lot," she said, smiling slightly.
"...Who is ye?"
"Elizabeth Turner."
See what I meant by parts of the old gang? Elizabeth is only one of them. I hope you enjoyed my first chapter, and will like it enough to continue reading! This first chapter isn't the very original, to my readers out there that are confused as to why it's different. My original first chapter has basically the same details, so it's not too much a change, it's just much better. I've been improving my writing a lot as of late so I simply didn't want to leave my first chapter the way it was. I will also be editing later chapters (though my new readers will probably not even know/notice these changes.)
