That Man
Disclaimer: Even if I could own Pirates of the Caribbean, I wouldn't because I would somehow end up screwing up the whole masterpiece and then I would be chased by some killer mob. So, no.
Summery: Captain Jack Sparrow's legendary tale of sacking Nassau port without firing a shot through the eyes of a (rather spoiled,) Navy officer's daughter. I'm not even going to bother saying I suck at exciting summaries, cause that would be a rather large understatement.
A/N: Alrighty, I'm finally pulling out the old quill and getting on with writing! Well, not really. See, it's more of a pencil, actually. Anyway, I've risen up to the challenge of writing several OC's for this here story, and I'm sorry to inform you that through most of the story, though it will have lot's of Jack in it, will not center completely around him. I've tried my best to keep the OC's from becoming Mary-Sueish, please let me know if they get out of hand. I thought it would be interesting to write a story about one of our favorite Captain's legendary tales. Sacking Nassau port without firing a shot. Then I thought, why don't I try it through another's eyes? And this story was born. It will have no pairings in it, unless I decide to give my OC another OC man, which I probably won't, because I rather detest writing Jack/OC pairings. Also, I'm really not sure about the historical accuracy of this, but I will try. So, without further ado, I'll let you get to the good part. Enjoy! Amphitrite
Chapter 1: A Rather Interesting Day in Paradise
It was an absolutely gorgeous day in Nassau port on New Providence island. There were
hardly any clouds on the horizon and the crystalline Caribbean water shown deep blue and green. In
her father's mansion on the hill over-looking the bay and docks, which were busy with excitement, Leeanne James sat at her window seat, looking miserable.
Her father, Cpt. Alan James, had practically dragged her from England to help control the slave population in Nassau, and the sugar cane and tobacco farming. It was a beautiful place, even Leeanne would admit that, but it was no England.
Much too warm for the clothes she was accustomed to wearing, and such unpredictable weather. First, breezy, then sticky humid and hot, then cloudy, then stormy, then breezy again! It was ridiculous. It was also quite hard to keep her porcelain complection in the strong sun.
Plus, she missed all her friends something terrible.
She was dreadfully lonely in her huge house with just her father and her to occupy it. Leeanne's mother, Ramona James, had died of influenza when she was three. She loved her father to pieces, but he was much too over-protective and sometimes very two-sided. He saw everything in black and white. But, he still had his good points.
But at the moment, Leeanne was very angry with her father for even bringing her here! She huffed, and went to her vanity table. Combing through her dark, black locks absentmindedly, she brushed a stray curl away from her face. All her life Leeanne had been told she was beautiful. Gorgeous, curly hair that fell in light wisps and corkscrews, dark brown, searching eyes, and a slightly up-turned nose. She was also small, with slim hips and shoulders. People always assumed she was a fragile teacup and would break. Leeanne let them think that. It always worked in her benefit.
Having already had breakfast, and having no arrangements until 4 o'clock, Leeanne took her sketchbook and charcoal and decided to try a hand at drawing some of the boats in the harbor. She had always drawn to express herself, especially when she was younger and after her mother died. She was rather proud to say she was good at it. And it was something her father approved of her doing.
She sat on the stool she'd brought out, under the large banyan tree, folding her skirts neatly under her. As she started to sketch the outline of the flagship, The White Feather, she heard several gunshots accompanied by shouting.
The hilltop that the Lieutenant's house was situated on, was not all that far from the harbor docks, the fort, plantations, or Governor Woodes Roger's mansion so it was a very ideal location. She looked up quickly, and saw a cluster of guards with bayonets drawn.
One of the maids came running into the dappled sunlight of the huge tree, and said, " Excuse me miss, but your father has requested that you come inside at this time."
Leeanne looked back down at the chaotic docks.
There was no doubt in her mind that her father was down there somewhere and that he had apparently thought she'd never seen an arrest before. Well, people may think I am a teacup, but I will not break at the slightest sight of violence.
Usually it was only a merchant or some other who got into a sword fight, but there was tell of pirates in the area. Before Woodes Roger became governor of New Providence, this place had been an actual haven for pirates and rascals.
Leeanne had never had a desire to meet a pirate, but even though she denied it with every fiber of her being, she longed just once to act on impulse. To do something without thinking it through and predicting the outcome.
Just living for the moment. But it was absurd. She had all she had ever wanted and needed right here. Liar.
" Miss? Your father insisted that you come inside."
Leeanne sighed and as slowly as possible packed up her things. The pack of guards was trooping past the house and towards the fort, where the prison awaited.
If she stalled long enough, she might be able to catch a glimpse of the prisoner who was causing such a ruckus. The maid tugged on her hand and began pulling her along.
The guards started moving further up the road, and before she was pulled forcefully through the French double doors to the house, she caught sight of a faded red bandana between the soldiers broad shoulders.
Later that evening, her father told her that he had a surprise for her, and requested that she dress her finest for supper.
Leeanne had attempted to question her father about the prisoner from earlier, but he said nothing. So 6 o'clock found her at the end of the mahogany table in the elaborate dining chamber, with an empty seat placed in front of her and her father. She glanced at it curiously as her father had a discussion with one of the guards. She swivelled her head to him when he began to speak.
"Now dear, I've heard tell that you were expressing curiosity about the prisoner captured today,"
Leeanne narrowed her eyes at the offending maid.
" and I must say that I was surprised."
Leeanne barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she daintily sipped the wine offered.
" But then I thought," Cpt. James continued on gazing fondly at Leeanne, " that you, after all, were growing up to be a beautiful young lady, and I, well, felt that the best way to interrogate someone is to use their weakness. And with this idea, we would kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Your curiosity satisfied, for I know you will not rest until it is, and the interrogation complete."
Leeanne frowned. Her father wasn't making much sense. He was rambling at this point, and she hoped he would clarify himself at the end.
" I'll admit, I wasn't sure if it would be wise to expose you to such, such...crudeness, but I have no doubt you can handle it."
But Cpt. Alan James's eyes said anything but. They held nothing but concern and worry in them. And perhaps hesitation. But that vanished in a moment replaced by determination. And Leeanne's attention had been grabbed.
" And, of it's not too bold, may I ask what interrogation technique it is you speak of?" She asked almost hesitantly. Her father laughed, a little more sure of himself now, and the waiter's brought out the first course.
"Why, invite him to dine."
AN: And so ends the first chapter. I got in stuff at the beginning, and now I need to put something in at the end before I get caught up in this story, so excuse me. I'm kind of stretching historical accuracy here, as Woodes Roger became governor of New Providence in 1718, and I'm having my story take place in 1719. It's supposed to be 8 years before Elizabeth came to Jamaica, which would make the time of CotBP 1736. That is actually out of the Golden Age of Piracy so there wouldn't be many pirates around, and at that moment in time, Port Royal was 66 underwater from 3 deadly earthquakes that struck in 1692, so I know it's not very accurate, but I'm trying. Phew. Woodes Roger was a real person and a retired privateer, so I thought it was a fitting time, cause before that, New Providence was a safe haven for pirates, which wouldn't do for dear Jack Sparrow, now would it? Also, this is a very rubbishy chapter, please excuse it, but I hate writing the beginning's of stories. I much prefer the middle and end. All done. See you in a week, few days, however long it takes me to type this up as I have a lot of it written, just not typed. Cheers, and review! Amphitrite