/ Alrighty, I have been gone from the world of Fanfiction for quite some time so I do hope to make this my victorious return. Please do not come for me over the era's and time periods I am about to bring together in this story. ITS MAKE BELIEVE MY DUDES.
Being released from the locker had raised Captain Jacks spirits to no end. He never thought he would taste another drop of rum on his lips or feel the warmth of a wench in his arms but here he was... Back on his precious pearl and making his way to his favourite place, Tortuga. Yes, he still had the small minor issue of the slimy angry man that was Davy Jones to contend with but not even that could dampen the Captains mood. He was unfortunately disturbingly sober, Jack despised being sober, he did his best thinking when under the influence of the delectable nectar that was his rum.
"We should not be trailing these seas Captain Jack Sparrow." The melodic voice of the sea witch herself, Tia Dalma chimed in. It made Jack wince like a scolded child.
"Oh, come now lass! Once I wet me whistle and find meself a wench or two we will be back on track for fighting that terrible beasty, savvy?"
"The seas are restless, angry. Can you feel how the ocean groans beneath your precious pearl. No one leaves the locker without Jones knowing it." She said in a dark, cryptic tone.
"And what should I do about it dear? Toss myself back in the locker, eh? I believe it was you crew of scoundrels that came for me not the other way round." Jack said in a matter of fact tone swinging his compass around his index finger with every word he spoke.
"Sparra! We only came for ya so we could call the brethren court to order, you hold one of the nine pieces of eight that be the only reason you stand before us instead of rotting in that locker!" Barbossa interjected as he limped across deck his wooden leg clicking rhythmically along the wooden panes beneath him.
"Come now Hector, I know some of you missed me, good aul Captain Jack! And besides, who doesn't love an impromptu visit to a pirates favourite place crew?!" Jack said raising his arms a warning glance reaching his deckhand Mr. Gibbs who immediately began cheering in earnest with the rest of the crew. Only Will, Elizabeth, Barbossa and Tia Dalma looked at him with a grim expression.
"Sorry chaps, Majority rules." Jack grinned his golden tooth gleaming in the warmth of the Caribbean sun.
Jack had been attempting to ignore the angry groan of the ship from the unease of the sea, he had done his time, as far as he was concerned his debt was settled with Jones. Jack had his sights set on the dutchman now. If he ruled the Dutchman, he ruled the sea and if he ruled the sea, he ruled his old pal Cutler Beckett. Even without the rum, Jacks intentions were as clear to him as the day he entered the locker through the rigid jaws of the Kraken.
Sadly, he could not envision his glorious reign on the high seas for long, the sky has begun to darken, clouds had began swirling darkly in the sky, the waves began crashing with more aggression against the side of the pearl, before the crew of the Black Pearl could register it the dark and sullen vessel that was the dutchman was gliding effortlessly towards them.
The crew immediately scrambled for weapons, Jack could hear Turner sprout some more boring nonsense about his father old bootstrap. Even in times such as this Jack could feel himself yawn at the constant angst that flowed from that lads' mouth, and his murderous wench of a misses was no different.
He grabbed his spyglass and pointed it towards the vessel before looking through, instead of getting a bird's eye view of the dutchman Jack was instead face to face with the stern glare of Davy Jones. He let a screech so loud it would put a banshee to shame before dropping the spyglass to the watery deck. He was face to face with his foe once more.
"You should be dead, Sparrow!" Jones shouted furiously pointing his sword at the Captains throat.
"Well, the way I see it is… Your little beasty gobbled me up and I did spend god knows how long lost in the locker so the ways I see it is my debt with you is all but settled, savvy?" He said with a hopeful grin.
"When you go to the locker you remain in the locker! That is the deal, that has always been the deal!" Jones said once more with a furious fiery rage as the rest of Jones' depraved crew made their way aboard Jacks vessel.
Before Jack could utter another word to negotiate his freedom once again a disturbed grin passed over the face of Davy Jones.
"Mr. Cutler Beckett has a story or two about you Sparrow" Jones said as he lowered his sword from Jacks throat much to the Captains relief.
"One tale he told me amused me more than the rest. In fact, Sparrow it made me curious, it made me intrigued. It made me realize when I discovered you had escaped the locker that I had the opportunity to strike another wee deal with you." He said with a sinister wink.
Jacks interest had been peaked, perhaps old Cutler Beckett wasn't so bad after all. He could strike up a new deal with Jones, manipulate his stupid ignorant crew into going along with it thus giving him time to plot his takeover of the dutchman. Ah yes, he liked the sound of this deal already.
"Oh yes? And what deal did you have in mind? I do enjoy negotiating a good deal. Is it for me crew? Have em, not one of them missed me. Except Mr. Cotton but I simply cannot bare his parrot so you can take them both."
Jones laughed loudly in amusement "I am glad to see you so eager to part with those closest to ye Sparrow, the locker has not changed you one little bit has it?"
"The story Beckett told me certainly has me interested in a person if not persons. He told me a tale of a boy, a boy with the surname Teague I would believe. A boy that stole a ship and travelled to lands time had forgotten, lands where the sky glimmers colours in the stars like waves in the sea. And this boy, he got himself very comfortable there. So comfortable he left treasures behind in the lands before departing. Have you heard this tale before Sparrow?" Jones asked his eyes glinting with amusement as if he were telling the most wonderful joke.
The usual vacant look that Jack normally wore on his face was gone and replaced by a look of abstract horror. His tanned skin had gone ashy and pale and he was blinking every two seconds in a state of disbelief almost.
"Fairytales that boys been tellin' ya Jonsey." Jack said as nonchalantly as he could muster.
"Oh, it is but a fairytale is it Sparrow? Then tell me this, if I was to make you a deal… The deal being that I challenge you to a race, a race to the north… Where gods and men live together and the water is as dark as a woman's heart. If I get there first, I get your treasure, if you get there first the treasure be yours for the keeping. What would you say then about my fairytale?"
For the first time in his life Jack was at a loss for words, he could not say no. The repercussions would be not worth thinking about for the seasoned pirate.
"Jack, this is ridiculous and a waste of time tell him no!" Elizabeth Swan shouted from across deck the crew being subdued by Jones' grisly deckhands.
"He cannot refuse the deal Ms. Swan" Barbossa interjected.
"Sure you can't Sparra?"
Jacks mind was in overdrive, this would all be so much easier if he had the added advantage of rum.
"Jack you greedy bastard my father is on that ship give him whatever he wants!" Turner shouted in that angsty tone that made Jack wish to take a revolver to his temple.
"Why Jack, this is the quietest I have ever seen you, I quite like it. Would you care to share with your crew why the cat has all of a sudden got your tongue?" Jones said dramatically turning to the crew.
"No? Then please, Captain Barbossa, would you care to enlighten us? We are all waiting in anticipation."
"Sparra is going to accept the deal. The treasure be not silver be not gold. The treasure be not eternal life or a map to a promised land. The treasure be the fruit of his own loins. A child, a boy… Or should I say a man now… Born and raised in the harsh lands of the north where the men and women fight with swords and axes and worship violent gods. A land called Norway." Barbossa said his eyes dark with echoes of sympathy as he looked to Jack.
"Beautifully put Barbossa!" Jones said with a clap of his deformed hands.
Jack knew the pearl was the fastest vessel known to man. The captain had confidence his precious pearl would not fail him in getting them there first.
"Mate, you're standing on the black pearl, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course, it's a deal, savvy?"
Jack could tell by the glint in Jones' eyes that he knew what other values he had in those lands. He knew what Beckett was truly after there, it was what he was after all those years ago. It is what Jack had to leave behind… And that something certainly was not a son.
He had to get to Norway first, he had to get there first or die trying. There was a lot more at stake than just a family affair and Jones knew it.
/ Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuuuuun, ok I know I left it a wee bit cryptic but I promise all will be revealed in chapter 2. I am hoping to have a second chapter up asap. If you liked this chapter please let me know, it is my first fic in a thousand years and ya girl is rusty as hell.