Introduction

Hello peoples of fanfiction. I only own a few characters, which I will mention at the end of the chapter for the sake of non-spoiler-people. Anyway, I had this huge crush on Captain Jack Sparrow (how can you not?)(everyone likes Will Turner, but not me! Personally, I think he needs a slap in the face), so I decided to write this story. Honestly, I wrote this in a Captain Jack Sparrow notebook while listening to Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack and I had a Captain Jack Sparrow poster staring at me. I am hopeless. At any rate, reviews would be appreciated muchly, as this is my first fanfic! Well, it's actually the old one, but I took it and made a completely different twist. So it's like a revised version of the original movie, made so Jack can find a girl! And possibly be no longer a bachelor…maybe. Maybe. Maybe nobody's good enough for him! Maybe he just wants to be left alone and wants all the womenses to go back home and jump off a cliff! Maybe…wait and see! Okay, that was cheesy as all crap. Anyway, I will stop rambling and begin! Thank you!

Chapter One:

A Stranger

Captain Jack Sparrow stepped off his sinking boat onto a dock. A man in a white curly wig walked up to him and said, "It's a shilling to tie your boat up to the dock, and your name, sir?"

Jack looked at the sunken boat and smirked. "My name is Captain George Smith. Look at my boat. Does it look like I tied it up to the dock to you? Now, I must be off. Good day, mate." And with that, he walked down the dock like a drunken man, picking up the old man's purse on the way. Jack walked down the small road to the market. He needed a ship. But how? He didn't have the crew to run one, or the means with which to buy one. But he had wit.

High above, on a crow's nest on the Dauntless, a lookout spotted a man in a red bandana thieving a purse from the dock master. "Aye! Sir, a man with a red bandana and a big hat just stole Mr. Douglas' purse!" "Did he now?" came the reply. "Well then, we had best be to lay anchor quickly and catch him! Men! Lay the anchor!"

Captain Sparrow was soon in a chase, running, swimming, a few short duels-Jack won momentarily because he had been through the same sort of situation more than one before-until he finally ducked into a nearby smithy. There was a man inside who was polishing a new sword. He was startled by the creak of the door. He looked up to see a man in a red bandana and a captain's hat. The man jumped up and grabbed a different sword, so as to keep clean the sword he had been polishing. Jack pulled out his sword as well, and the two had a short duel, but Jack, being the better swordsman, quickly got the other man on his knees, his sword far from reach.

"Your name, boy?" Jack asked, a hint of superiority in his voice.

"William Turner," the man sighed.

"You are good, very good." Jack began his victory speech. "You are also very courageous to cross swords with a pirate, boy. But no one can beat ol' Jack." He smirked.

"Can't they?" a lighter voice said. Suddenly Jack felt a sword slide over his throat, and hold itself conveniently in the middle, and a drip of blood trickled down his neck. Jack looked at the sword. It's curved, not straight, like them blasted soldiers. That's good, anyway. But who would…his thoughts were quickly distracted by the same silvery voice. "I'll give you a fighting chance, Sparrow." He knows my name. He turned around to look at the speaker. He had a turban wrapped around his face like a mask. He was dressed somewhat like Jack, sleeved shirt, only this man's was dyed blue, pants that weren't too tight or too loose, tall boots, but rather than a vest, he had on a shawl sort of thing that covered his chest.

Jack put his sword in front of him, as did the other man, so they crossed swords. Will backed away to a corner; he considered this a "fair" fight, so he could only watch. The duel began. The other man was swift, very swift, and able to dodge many of Jack's blows and throw some of his own. Jack ended up with a cut arm, and three scratches on his left cheek, in close to the same place, the bone, and it formed one single letter. A. It was barely noticeable, but forever afterward he had a scar. Jack wondered if it had been a coincidence. He wanted to talk during the fight, to distract the man.

"What is your name?" he asked as he dodged a thrust from the other man's sword.

"Just call me Arav." The man did not seem bothered by talking, he seemed to be used to it.

"I see." Jack stated as he nodded his head. He saw his chance. Arav stopped for a moment to catch his breath, but it was enough. Jack lunged at him, and knocked Arav's sword out of his hand. Arav's hand was all bloody, and he grasped it in pain. Jack ran for the door, but Arav recovered, and ran after him. He grabbed Jack and pulled him up onto a loft above the shop itself, and threw him down. It was much like an attic, but a bit smaller. Jack was about to shout at the man for grabbing his cut arm, but then he heard the door creak open. Arav pulled him down below the rail of the loft. Jack couldn't see what was happening, so he listened silently.

"This is Commodore Norrington! Mr. Turner, did you see a man with a red bandana and a captain's sort of hat pass through here?" the Commodore asked him impatiently. While he had said this, Jack had noticed two things. The first was that Arav was horribly slender. The second was that he thought he saw something dark under Arav's sleeve. No, it couldn't be…but maybe…

"Yes, he and I had a short duel, but he…he beat me." Jack smiled at the thought. "He ran through that door. If you hurry, you can catch him!" Will concluded. The Commodore and his men bought it. They went running through the door.

Arav loosened his grip, and he and Jack climbed down the ladder. Jack was astonished. "You didn't tell that Commodore Norrington where we were! Why not?"

Arav answered, "Because Will Turner is a punching bag of mine. Because I'm one of his biggest customers, and because I'm trying to beat Will to pieces every time he opens his mouth. He wouldn't say where you were because if they saw me with you they'd think I was in trade with you, or another criminal, or something. The Commodore is like that. I suppose it makes sense…"

Arav seemed to be thinking, but Jack still had questions. "But why did you want me to not get caught? Why did you want me to be safe?" Will looked up at Arav. He didn't know, either. Arav had a bit of trouble saying it.

"Because…alright, I've heard about you, and I think..."

"Oh, I get it. The Captain's charm rubs off on everybody, I see," Jack laughed.

"But the Commodore has your ship in the harbor!"

"Eh?" Jack looked stunned.

"And, um, they're going to...auction it off..."

My ship. He thought. They're going to auction off my ship! "Well, I'd best be to buy it, before that bloody Commodore does." he decided.

"But you don't have a crew or the money! And, might I add, you don't have a good reputation around here." Arav argued.

"What do you expect me to do? Wait and watch those bloody carcasses auction off my ship!" Jack shouted. He sighed. He shouldn't do that.

Arav answered calmly, "No. We should steal it. I can help you get it."

"You?" Jack snorted.

"Yes. Me. I have...knowledge of where it is." Jack thought a moment.

"All right. But I am captain!"

"Deal!" The two shook hands. Arav turned to Will. "And you? Will you accompany us?" he asked.

"I will." he answered. He got up and grabbed the sword that he had used to fight Jack, and put it into a sheath which he strapped to his belt. Jack put his sword into a hidden sheath on his leg. Arav put his sword into a sheath on his back. Jack looked around.

"Should we take any extra weapons?" he asked Will.

Will thought a moment, then spoke. "I believe that each of us should take a dagger, for protection. Other than that, I will leave my master's items be." he said in that annoying "I'm perfect and I think stealing is wrong" voice. Jack nodded, and found three daggers. He hesitated, then gave the other two away.

After they had all wiped their swords and put them away and gotten quite ready, Jack called, "To the beach!" and the trio marched proudly out the door. The gateway to freedom was ahead!

Hello, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, or anyone in this story except (so far) Arav. Please read and review! I am working on the second chapter, so there shouldn't be a long wait. (hopefully) Thank you for reading this far, and please, again, review. I like that. Thank you! Adios!