Hello there! This is my first time doing a PotC fic so please be kind!
Chapter 1
Jack sauntered up to the counter and ordered his drink in a grumpy voice, almost sulking but he didn't. Simple because Captain Jack Sparrow didn't sulk, no matter what happened. Not now and not ever. He was certainly not in a good mood however. Here he was, in Tortuga, hoping to find some pleasurable company for the night after so many months out at sea, and instead of being graced with a warm welcome, he was greeted by two tight slaps across his face. One would have thought that either Scarlett or Giselle would have cooled down by now and put behind their past…misunderstandings. That wasn't the case however. It seemed that the two women have ganged up to pay Jack back for his deeds…the usual way.
Jack grumbled under his breath as he collected he drink and moved to his favourite table. It seems that they have grown stronger too. His left cheek was still stinging uncomfortably. The notorious pirate decided to return to the Pearl as soon as he finished his drink. It just wouldn't do if he bumped into anymore of his 'fans', especially Anamaria. Jack had seen the ship the woman was Captain of when they turned into the town. He sincerely hoped that luck was with him this time and he wouldn't meet her again.
"Jack? Jack Sparrow!" Said pirate tensed up, and immediately muttered 'Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow.' under his breath, just loud enough for the stranger to hear. He took a long swig from the mug and was about to ask the person what he wanted when the person took the seat right across him. Jack opened one eye wider to look over the rim and almost choked on his drink. He didn't choke though. It would ruin his reputation. In less than one hour, everyone would know that the infamous Jack Sparrow had choked on his rum. His eyes did widen considerably though.
"Lad? Wha' ye doing here, whelp? Your bonny lass didn't went and get 'erself kidnapped again, did she?" Jack took another drink from the mug and considered the possibility and dismissed the notion straight away. If that had happened, the lad would surely have said something about it and started demanding that Jack help him…again.
The pirate watched as the young man shook his head, smiling softly. He studied the lad before him. William Turner Jr. looked almost the same as he had when Jack last saw him a little less than a year ago. Albeit that the man appeared more weatherworn and seemed to have acquired a more 'pirate' look about him but other than that, he was exactly the same as Jack had remembered him to be.
"So, ye not 'ere for 'e bonny lass. 'ere ta see dear ol' Jack, perhaps?" Jack smirked smugly and took another drink from the mug, silently noting that it was almost empty ('now, 'ow did that 'appen?') before he continued, "I see 'hat ye did turn pirate afterall, eh?"
William chuckled softly before answering, "No, and yes. The Wicked Wench is here to get some supplies. I think you know who the Captain is."
"Bootstrap Bill Turner, eh? Ye da's de only one who'd use 'e name ta spite me." At the confused look from the second William Turner, Jack elaborated. "See, the Wicked Wench is what me Pearl used ta be called."
I hope that I did Jack's character justice. Please review and tell me how it was. Please note that the old name of the Black Pearl is indeed Wicked Wench. It used to be a merchant vessel performing jobs for Cutler Beckett of the East India Company. Everything would be explained in the later chapters. If you are interested, however, you may check the whole thing out on the Wikipedia website. Just search under Black Pearl or Jack Sparrow and you'll see.
That's all for now. Once again, please review!