A Pirate's Life
Prologue
Summary: The survivors are finally saved, but by someone unexpected.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Who knows? spooky music plays pause Okay, fine, it'll be ConMama.
Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned Lost I would so have a bumper car. But I don't own Lost. Dammit, I really wanted that bumper car.
Sawyer wasn't imagining it, he was sure. There were white sails on the horizon. When he had first caught sight of them he thought they were just clouds, but soon realized that they weren't going in the same direction of the other clouds. As they moved closer, Sawyer realized they were coming toward the island.
"Doc!" Sawyer called over his shoulder. "You better come see this."
Jack came to his side then, looking curiously at Sawyer before asking, "What?"
In reply, Sawyer pointed to the direction of the sails in the distance. Jack stood, rooted to the spot for a moment, mouth slack open.
"Tell me I ain't crazy, doc," Sawyer said. Jack walked into the water, shoes and all, unaware he was even getting wet.
"What is it, brutha?" Desmond asked from where he sat playing a game of Go Fish with Locke. Both stood and several other survivors began coming forward.
"Dudes, is that what I think it is?" Hurley asked, standing next to Jack in the surf. He looked back at Desmond and said, "That's not you again, is it?"
"No," Desmond answered wide eyed, "I think I'm right here."
By the time the ship had anchored a few miles from shore, everyone was at the beach, gathering their belongings. Never before had there been so much excitement or happiness, even Jack was feeling giddier then usual. He was actually smiling and laughing. At one point, he goosed Sayid as he walked by.
A rowboat was making its way o the beach now to the cheers of everyone. The figure of a man wearing a tri corner hat came into view at the front of the boat. The survivors managed to somehow scream louder with delight as the boat rowed smoothly into the sand just out of the reach of the tide.
The man at the front took off his hat as his eyes fell on Kate, who was the nearest women to him. Though his dark eyes quickly found their way to Claire, but moved away just as quickly after seeing the baby in her arms.
He seemed to be in a rather sorry state. His cloths were torn in several places and his face was either dirty or ravaged by the sun, nobody could really tell which. Despite the tropical temperatures, he wore a leather coat, a vest, and a white shirt. Hanging at his side was a sword.
"Hello," Locke was, naturally, the first to say. Jack stood slightly away from the new guest, unsure of what to think.
"Well, this is not what I expected," the man replied. His gaze roamed the beach, doing a double take when he saw the church and Eko standing in front of it. "Where's the rum?"
"There is no rum," Jack answered the stranger. He sized up the man, as well as the two men in the boat he had brought with him. One was younger, with long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. The other was older, with graying hair and beard. Both were dressed in similar fashion and as well had swords at their sides.
"Jack?" the younger man said impatiently as the stranger turned around with a shrug and headed back to the rowboat.
"What?" both Jack and the stranger answered. They looked at each other before the stranger said, "Small world."
The man, Jack, turned himself back to face the group of hopeful survivors. He surveyed them for a moment. As he did this, the younger man came out of the boat, handing his paddle to the older man next to him.
"I'm Will Turner," the young man introduced himself. He pointed to the other Jack and said, "This is Jack Sparrow."
He was promptly interrupted by the man whispering, "Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow," from the side of his mouth.
Will rolled his eyes and nodded his head back to the older man in the boat, "And this is Gibbs."
"Don't suppose you folks would be in need of a lift, now would ya?" Gibbs asked.
With this suggestion, everyone pushed forward, eager for rescue. But the doctor was quick to react. He put his arms up and called for everyone to stop.
"Hold on, women and children first," he said, though somewhat reluctantly. There seemed to be something rather odd about these people. But, as had become the island custom, he did not ask any questions.
"That means you, Mamacita," Sawyer said to Claire, who stood next to him. Locke placed Aaron's crib into the boat next to Gibbs, followed by Claire, who gave Aaron for the time being to Sawyer. The con man wrinkled his nose slightly and looked down at the baby, unsure of what to do next.
Kate was helped into the front of the ship by Sparrow, who kept trying to kiss the back of her hand before she could slap him. Every attempt was unsuccessful. There were only a handful of women, but they could only fit aboard when Gibbs and Will gave up their spots.
"And here I thought this day wouldn't be productive," Sparrow said, his words slightly slurred, as he looked at the boatful of beautiful women.
Jack and Locke pushed the boat back out into the ocean as the women took hold of the oars to row. Suddenly, Will was chasing after the boat.
"Jack!" he called out, concern in his voice. "You will come back for us, right? Not just take the women and leave?"
From the boat they could see the unusual man give an uncommitted shrug. Will exchanged a glance with Gibbs, who muttered, "Oh, no."
To be continued….
A/N: I'm really tired, but I wanted to get this out for Meggles and Ashlee before I went to bed. Hope everyone is enjoying so far!
