Jack Sparrow, oops, erm, *Captain* Jack Sparrow, sailed along the
ocean. Finally, he had his Pearl back. And his crew had been great. Even
though he was still a little disgusted every time Cotton opened his mouth,
but he dealt with it like a man... And looked away. Every man, and
Anamaria, held their weight. They were all like a family. He took a swig of
rum and patted the hat on his head. Everything was going his way. In the
distance, there was an island. He recognized the island, he had sailed by
it before. But it was different this time. Usually, the island was
unoccupied. Just a pile of sand and trees. But now, there was a boat just
off shore. People surrounded the boat, it looked as if they were fixing it.
Patching it up or something of the sort. They must have had a problem.
Usually, he would have sailed on and minded his own business, but something
about this ship caught his eye. She looked just like The Black Pearl. She
was almost identical to her. Everything down to the black sails.
"Weigh anchor!" Jack slurred drunkenly. "We 'afta see what's wrong with the Pearl!"
The crew looked at him in confusion, "Uh... Cap'n, we're on the Pearl." Gibbs stated.
Jack squinted his eyes towards the ship in the distance, "No, there she is there. On the island. We 'afta see what's wrong with *that* Pearl."
Gibbs looked towards the island and was shocked to see that Jack hadn't lost his mind. There actually *was* a ship there. And she actually *did* look like the Pearl. He nodded at the Captain and got the crew to stop the immense ship. When she had stopped, Sparrow, Gibbs, Anamaria, Cotton and several other crew mates got into one of the small boats and sailed to the shore. They saw several men working on patching up the sides of a ship that looked like she was modeled off the Pearl herself. The men working were under the watch of another man. An older man.
" He must be the Captain of her." Gibbs guessed. A few men nodded and agreed.
Their arrival had not gone unnoticed by man, nor by his crew. The man approached the Pearls crew cautiously, but not timidly. He had an air of confidence about him that most would not have around Captain Jack Sparrow et al. "Is there something I can help you with?" he demanded.
"Name your ship, sailor!" Jack ordered, much to the surprise of the man.
"Name yourself or taste steel." The older man said, unsheathing his sword.
"You don't know who I am?" Jack said in arrogant disbelief.
"Nor do I care if you don't have my question answered in the next minute." the man was very English. He didn't sound like he had been living on a ship for years, more like he had been sipping tea with royalty.
"Relax, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Of the Black Pearl. Who I thought to be the one and only." Jack answered
The man kept his sword drawn and looked out at the other mans ship. Indeed, she did look like his, even the name was close, but not the same. "I see. Yes, the ships are similar, but not the same. I am Anthony Gillis. And that," he pointed at his ship with his sword, "Is the Black Widow."
"Black Widow, eh? Well, Captain, she's a lovely ship. Has this widow lots of rum?" Jack casually slurred.
Anthony looked at the Pearls Captian like he was insane, "Uh, yes, she has rum. But I am not her Captain. I would have proudly said so. No, I am the father of the Captain. Just here to help out."
For the first time, Jack looked at the mans wrist. No mark. He looked in the mans eyes, he wasn't a pirate. Jack nodded, "Alright, sailor, what is the problem with the Widow?"
"Well, Mr. Sparrow, she-"
"Captain!" Jack corrected.
"Right.. of course.. Captain Sparrow, she met with a storm and wound up here. Weeks ago. We haven't the tools we need to patch her up, though we try." Anthony said sadly.
Jack nodded, "Well, sailor, at least you have rum!"
Anthony nodded at the Captains attempt to cheer him up, "Right, that's good. At least we won't be sober when we starve to death." he angrily replied.
"Exactly! Now, take my to your Captain. Perhaps we can strike a bargain and I can take you to shore." Jack looked around for the Captain. "Where is your son?"
Anthony Gillis smirked as he watched the foolish man look around for the Captain. He put his sword away and motioned for the group to follow him, "You misunderstood, Captain. I haven't a son."
"Weigh anchor!" Jack slurred drunkenly. "We 'afta see what's wrong with the Pearl!"
The crew looked at him in confusion, "Uh... Cap'n, we're on the Pearl." Gibbs stated.
Jack squinted his eyes towards the ship in the distance, "No, there she is there. On the island. We 'afta see what's wrong with *that* Pearl."
Gibbs looked towards the island and was shocked to see that Jack hadn't lost his mind. There actually *was* a ship there. And she actually *did* look like the Pearl. He nodded at the Captain and got the crew to stop the immense ship. When she had stopped, Sparrow, Gibbs, Anamaria, Cotton and several other crew mates got into one of the small boats and sailed to the shore. They saw several men working on patching up the sides of a ship that looked like she was modeled off the Pearl herself. The men working were under the watch of another man. An older man.
" He must be the Captain of her." Gibbs guessed. A few men nodded and agreed.
Their arrival had not gone unnoticed by man, nor by his crew. The man approached the Pearls crew cautiously, but not timidly. He had an air of confidence about him that most would not have around Captain Jack Sparrow et al. "Is there something I can help you with?" he demanded.
"Name your ship, sailor!" Jack ordered, much to the surprise of the man.
"Name yourself or taste steel." The older man said, unsheathing his sword.
"You don't know who I am?" Jack said in arrogant disbelief.
"Nor do I care if you don't have my question answered in the next minute." the man was very English. He didn't sound like he had been living on a ship for years, more like he had been sipping tea with royalty.
"Relax, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Of the Black Pearl. Who I thought to be the one and only." Jack answered
The man kept his sword drawn and looked out at the other mans ship. Indeed, she did look like his, even the name was close, but not the same. "I see. Yes, the ships are similar, but not the same. I am Anthony Gillis. And that," he pointed at his ship with his sword, "Is the Black Widow."
"Black Widow, eh? Well, Captain, she's a lovely ship. Has this widow lots of rum?" Jack casually slurred.
Anthony looked at the Pearls Captian like he was insane, "Uh, yes, she has rum. But I am not her Captain. I would have proudly said so. No, I am the father of the Captain. Just here to help out."
For the first time, Jack looked at the mans wrist. No mark. He looked in the mans eyes, he wasn't a pirate. Jack nodded, "Alright, sailor, what is the problem with the Widow?"
"Well, Mr. Sparrow, she-"
"Captain!" Jack corrected.
"Right.. of course.. Captain Sparrow, she met with a storm and wound up here. Weeks ago. We haven't the tools we need to patch her up, though we try." Anthony said sadly.
Jack nodded, "Well, sailor, at least you have rum!"
Anthony nodded at the Captains attempt to cheer him up, "Right, that's good. At least we won't be sober when we starve to death." he angrily replied.
"Exactly! Now, take my to your Captain. Perhaps we can strike a bargain and I can take you to shore." Jack looked around for the Captain. "Where is your son?"
Anthony Gillis smirked as he watched the foolish man look around for the Captain. He put his sword away and motioned for the group to follow him, "You misunderstood, Captain. I haven't a son."
