It was a sunny day in the Caribbean. The Interceptor was flying with the wind, he and his crew were looking for somewhere to dock…somewhere like Tortuga. He had heard of Tortuga from his mother and father, as well as the famous Pirate who had helped them out of many a jam. He knew his father had a reputation of sailing with this pirate, but soon after his parents were married he simply fell off the map. But that's not entirely true, for he had met this pirate of pirates, captain of The Black Pearl. Captain Jack Sparrow, who was indeed his godfather.
This captain also had a daughter two years younger than himself, they used to play together… that is until both of their parents were rumored to have been killed on an excursion. The only bodies they found however were those of his parents and her mother. His small friend was taken away and he was left alone, he never saw her again or her father.
Since then he too has become a pirate, forgot his young playmate and become Captain of The Interceptor II, a wedding present from his parent's dearly beloved friend Commodore James Norrington and his inheritance from his mother's side. From his father's side he inherited a wedding present to his father from the noble pirate, a god-awful compass that doesn't point north. Why a pirate of his stature would have such a thing always baffled him, still it quite angered him when it came up missing as a child.
Unbeknownst to this young captain is the fact he's about to meet a ghost from his past. …Right…now!
"Captain! Captain! There's a girl floatin' on a plank o' wood port side!" came a call from the ship's deck swabber. The young man hooked his wheel to a nearby mast and ran to see what the ruckus was about, there indeed was a young girl maybe two years younger than he was floating on a makeshift raft of drift-wood. His eyes cast heavy around the crew, "What! Are ye a bunch of marooners? Hoist her up!" with that they jumped to work.
The girl was soon brought aboard safe and sound… cept' she was waterlogged and looked half drowned, the remaining men gathered 'round the girl poking and prodding. The captain pushed through the crew, "What are you doing? Make sure she can breathe!" there were snickers but among them one stepped forward, "Capin' a lady's been brought aboard it's the captain's duty to make sure she's safe."
His eyes narrowed and searched the crowd, no one dared tell him different. With a sigh he bent down on one knee and propped her upright, he opened her eyelids then set her back down. His eyes wandered up and down the girl's body "Well… what've we got here?" grasped tightly in her left hand a bottle of sorts. When the captain decided to see what could have been in it he got quite a surprise, "Rum?" he gasped after smelling the bottle "She drinks rum? There was only one girl I knew who drank rum…" he shook his head just as she started to cough.
Her emerald eyes opened seeing two or more of everything, "Last time I drink too much with the crew." She leapt to her feet as fast and steady as a drunken person could and wandered towards the steering wheel shouting orders to his crew. "Hoist the anchor! Off to Tortuga men!" She staggered again and fell, the captain rushed and helped her stand, "Nextime you all have the bright idea to drink…. keep me ou ofit." Her words slurred and she punched the captain in the cheek, not hard mind you, but it surprised him verily.
He had half a mind to throw her back overboard, she was back on her feet within a second wandering towards the wheel again. When she reached the wheel her fingers ran along the carvings, and then she thought, "This isn't my ship! Who are you?" her reaction made her topple backwards. The captain sighed and headed for the strange girl. Her head soon popped back over the wheel, "I meant to do that…I think." When she spied the captain walking towards her she harshly turned the wheel starboard.
The mast hit the young man square in the chest, taking him with it as it swung over the side. She staggered towards him, her right pointer finger in the air seemingly keeping her balanced. "Now you tell me boy, why am I here, how did I get here and where is your captain?" her hand dropped to a small box shaped thing hanging from her belt. His eyes narrowed, "I'm the captain here. Captain Brandon, my crew found you drifting in the waters and you are little miss?" she reached back and spun the wheel again, now he was standing in front of her a tad off balance. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she threw a punch, which he wasn't expecting, her fist landed square in the middle of his face.
With that he fell backwards clutching his face, "My name is Jaclyn, one; Even if you are the captain, don't call me 'little miss'. Second; I don't believe that I was just floating around out here and third; I want my ship back. I need to find someone very close to me. So either you take me back to The Pearl or I'll have to do something drastic… like commandeer your ship. If it is yours."
While she was making this speech Brandon's men had gathered behind her, when she turned around -WHACK! – Lights out, "What do you want us to do with her capin'?" one of them asked, Brandon stood and snagged the box from her belt. He laughed "That saucy little wench! She had my compass! Lock her in the brig!" the biggest of the crew known only as "Behemoth" slung her roughly over his shoulder causing a small whimper from his baggage.
Brandon opened the compass while walking gingerly down the steps and feeling his jaw, "There was only one girl who I knew hit like that." he paused as the compass stopped and pointed in the direction the girl was being carried. He had a thought, "Wait! Behemoth, didn't she say her name was Jaclyn?" the monstrous man nodded "Change of plans then, take her to my cabin and strap her to the cot." He waggled his eyebrows as the giant man laughed, "Ok captain, and just take it easy on her." Came the man's voice, deep, and rumbling sounding almost like a brewing storm.
Muhahahahaha... sorry fans of "Shadows recruit" that's on hiatus until I can get my hands on the new book. For now enjoy the second generation PotC fic. R&R!