Disclaimer: Wishing upon a star didn't work for me; I still don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Damn Disney!
AN: Please be nice! It's my first ever fanfic and I'm sorry its such a bad start but don't worry! Chapter 1 will be up soon. Please review and tell me what you think and how I can improve!
Over a Pint of Rum
"Sm'ck, slu'urp, crack, croak, burp, grape, drape, bait, great, rape… They kept chanting it… see? Crazy bloody tribe… They tried t' eat me, you know? "
The inconsistent ramblings from the old man, eyes wide with spit trailing down his chin, dripping onto the table, became a drone, a long endless sound seeming to seal my fate. In my few remaining years, just like him, I will become a mindless drone. The inebriated man, drowning slowly in the last of his rum, sitting in the rotting bar, singing his half-forgotten youth to the drunks collapsed on the floor. Confusing the truth from the lies and the lies from the truth. The confused, lost old man. Old man.
My name is Jack Sparrow. Captain, if you please. Now, sitting here with my rum,I'll tell you a bit about myself:
I'm the thing that haunts the sea, breathing in the crispy air every morning while the sun explodes from over the horizon to dominate over the darkness and spread in a stream of colours: oranges, creams, pinks, reds and yellows, painting a picture of the heavens. The thing that thrives on adventure and danger, travelling to each corner of the world, seeking a new challenging. I' m the thing that makes innocent little girls and boys hide under the covers in fear, ruining their flawlessly styled hair. The thing that sailor's murmur and stutter in panic about while their wives, at home deserted with their 5 children, dream in terror of me. A pirate.
But I'm not just your average pirate. No, I have a story. And this is mine: