So Far
Chapter One: Mr. Sparrow
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or any related material, but I am a HUGE fan! Thanx to FrodoFever for ideas for this one! Hope y'all like it!
Lovely. This is just great, isn't it? There's a storm right on the horizon. Just the thing to brighten up a day at sea. Then again, I shouldn't complain. I've just recently recovered my ship, the Black Pearl (surely, you've heard of it) from the filthy hands of my arch nemesis, Captain Barbossa. Captain! HA! Hardly what I'd call captain material. Evil, undead pirate out to steal every cursed treasure he can get his hands on. Filth, that's what I'd call it. He was my first mate, 20 years ago, until he (and the rest of my crew) mutinied and marooned me on a clod of dirt in the middle of the ocean that was supposed to pass for an island. Laughably, his plan backfired, and now he's dead in the cave of Isla de Muerta. There's more to the story, but I'll save that for another time. Right now, I'm on my way back to Port Royal, where my friends Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann (more appropriately...Elizabeth TURNER as of last year) currently reside with Elizabeth's father, the Governor, who-might I add- tried to hang me last year. Now that all has been FORGOTTEN, however...I have no hard feelings toward the man. Ahem...ALMOST no hard feelings. Anyways, Elizabeth and Will have had their first child, and they've invited me to the Christening. I'm to become the godfather of the child! Scary thought, isn't it? A pirate, especially me, Jack Sparrow, scourge of the Caribbean, rogue swashbuckler infamous throughout the Spanish Main. How will I manage it? However, I'm honored. Touched, really, that they want me to be a mentor for the child. Hopefully I'll be able to do them both proud.
For now, however, I should focus on sailing this ship. When I recovered it, most of Barbossa's crew was dead, and the rest slunk into the shadows, ashamed at their blind greed. My crew, however, came back when I'd thought that they'd left. They remained faithful to me, and now they were SAILING with me, happy to oblige to the orders of a captain that they hadn't seen in 20 years. We're drawing closer to our destination, but for now, we all need some sleep. So, I think that we should lower the anchor and settle down for the night.
Chapter One: Mr. Sparrow
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or any related material, but I am a HUGE fan! Thanx to FrodoFever for ideas for this one! Hope y'all like it!
Lovely. This is just great, isn't it? There's a storm right on the horizon. Just the thing to brighten up a day at sea. Then again, I shouldn't complain. I've just recently recovered my ship, the Black Pearl (surely, you've heard of it) from the filthy hands of my arch nemesis, Captain Barbossa. Captain! HA! Hardly what I'd call captain material. Evil, undead pirate out to steal every cursed treasure he can get his hands on. Filth, that's what I'd call it. He was my first mate, 20 years ago, until he (and the rest of my crew) mutinied and marooned me on a clod of dirt in the middle of the ocean that was supposed to pass for an island. Laughably, his plan backfired, and now he's dead in the cave of Isla de Muerta. There's more to the story, but I'll save that for another time. Right now, I'm on my way back to Port Royal, where my friends Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann (more appropriately...Elizabeth TURNER as of last year) currently reside with Elizabeth's father, the Governor, who-might I add- tried to hang me last year. Now that all has been FORGOTTEN, however...I have no hard feelings toward the man. Ahem...ALMOST no hard feelings. Anyways, Elizabeth and Will have had their first child, and they've invited me to the Christening. I'm to become the godfather of the child! Scary thought, isn't it? A pirate, especially me, Jack Sparrow, scourge of the Caribbean, rogue swashbuckler infamous throughout the Spanish Main. How will I manage it? However, I'm honored. Touched, really, that they want me to be a mentor for the child. Hopefully I'll be able to do them both proud.
For now, however, I should focus on sailing this ship. When I recovered it, most of Barbossa's crew was dead, and the rest slunk into the shadows, ashamed at their blind greed. My crew, however, came back when I'd thought that they'd left. They remained faithful to me, and now they were SAILING with me, happy to oblige to the orders of a captain that they hadn't seen in 20 years. We're drawing closer to our destination, but for now, we all need some sleep. So, I think that we should lower the anchor and settle down for the night.