*I clearly have no connections to the production of PotC because if I did I
would be filthy rich and would be too busy spending my money to write
fanfics.
His Own Blood
Jack Sparrow, free sea captain and owner of the most extravagant ship on the southern sae or sleazy old man clinging desperately to his one love? The man himself would, of course, prefer the first image of himself. He saw himself as the only captain good enough to commandeer the Black Pearl. It was special and no one less than perfect was adequate. Jack knew he wasn't perfect but it couldn't be helped and he still wouldn't give up the Pearl. He held an ideology that only the best would captain the Pearl but in reality he wouldn't and couldn't leave it, even with the knowledge that he wasn't perfect and never would be.
Every woman he had every met, flirted with or went further would claim the latter as they frantically poured out tales of his lying, cheating and adultery. Actually, only one woman could claim adultery but she didn't. She chose to forget that she was better than all the other women, that Jack had chosen her over all others. Instead she demanded that she be left at the next port. She didn't care that Jack still loved her and wanted her and she didn't care what happened to herself. She never understood why he felt he had to be away at sea all the time. It wasn't within her comprehension to realise that Jack was a creature of the sea. He didn't belong on land with mere mortals. He was a higher life form, albeit it a drunk one. Jack would never give up his life on the sea for her so she left. Left because Jack loved the sea more than he loved her and she had finally recognised that major factor that had been a thorn in their relationship since the start. What neither of them had known at the time was that she was pregnant.
*****
Cora Jenkins had disappeared again. When she had arrived on the island some sixteen years ago she was accepted into the community and her story that she had been captured by pirates was also accepted. She had never told anyone the real truth about her past life but she had settled in well. She had made new friends, found a job as a typist in the governor's house and for the first time she was relaxed and happy. The sea no longer called to her and she broke away from it completely. It had never bound her as it had bound Jack. She had completely moved on. When the baby was born she told everyone that she had been married where she used to live. Her husband was shot dead as he tried to save her; people accepted it as the horrible truth. They knew pirates were evil and did no good. They separated families and broke up marriages and friendships. Eventually she was proposed to by one of the wealthier men in town. Cora, being a single mother with very little income, accepted at once. Her life improved beyond reasonable expectations and she didn't have to worry about anything. But one thing still troubled her. She still felt guilty about deserting Jack the way she had. She knew marriage was meant to be forever but now she had two husbands and she didn't know which husband she should be faithful to. Of course, she hadn't been faithful to Jack when she had walked off of his ship and straight into the arms of the English that he so despised. Jack was the past now, she couldn't possibly go back now that she had a husband, three children and so many new friends. She had the life she wanted now but there were certain days that she didn't feel so sure. When she thought she could see the sails of the Black Pearl and when Astley was gone all day and she knew he would be staring out at the ocean. On those days she could barely control herself so she went for a walk. Sometimes her walks lasted for hours and she ventured right to the other end of the island and Edward would get worried and send out search parties. Often he despaired of his scatty-brained wife, mostly he just loved her.
This time the search party did not return with Cora until late into the night. She was shattered and barely able to move with exhaustion and her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. One of the men had half-carried, half- dragged her nearly the whole way home. When he saw the state she was in he decided to out her to bed and question her in the morning. There would be very little point because she wouldn't tell him a thing but at least he could vent his anger at her a bit. The two younger children had long been in bed but Astley, Cora's son from her previous marriage, had stayed up waiting for his beloved mother to return. He was attached to her in a way that Edward had never seen a teenage boy love his mother. He supposed this must be normal if you only had one parent with you and your real father had been tragically murdered. He knew that Astley didn't really like him all that much. He spent a great deal of his time at the smithy with another boy his age. William Turner was a 'commoner'. Years ago he had been plucked out of the sea and rescued by the Governor's ship. He had gone to live with the blacksmith but the old man didn't care much for children and would drink himself into an early grave. Nevertheless he was a bright boy and he seemed to be able to tolerate Astley, which gave Cora's son something to do during the long days.
When he saw his mother being handled in an overly familiar manner by the peasants, a surge of anger rushed through the veins of fifteen year old Astley Jenkins. He rushed forward and pushed as many of them out of the way as possible before lifting his petite mother and gently carrying her into the house. He lay her down carefully on the sofa just as Edward came storming through the door. He had politely thanked everyone for their help and sent them off home. Now he was furious: again his wife had wandered off and left their children to their own devices. He was enraged by her complete lack of responsibility. If she had wanted to go for a walk she should have arranged for someone to look after the children and told someone when she would be back. Again he had been worried sick, believing that the worst had happened to the wife that he so adored.
"Astley, go upstairs! Your mother is safe!" Not a request but a command. Reluctantly Astley began to trek up the vast staircase that led to the rest of the house after glaring at his step-father again.
Upon Astley's exit Edward quickly began a violent tirade against Cora. She had everyone so worried; she had to consider Astley's future and the futures of the other children if she was hurt, she was needed at home to supervise the servants and to look after the younger children. Again Bryant had been left to walk home alone because no one had gone to the school yard to meet him and Alexandra had been left to play in the garden by herself. Anything could have happened to her.
He was nearly finished his rant when he noticed that Cora hadn't yet tried to defend herself. It was most peculiar for her to not voice her opinions loud and clear whenever she felt the need and self-defence was never a problem if she was being accused. Finally he stopped when he saw how dull her eyes were and how listless her body was.
"What is it?" he demanded impatiently.
"Pirates," she whispered. "They'll be here tomorrow at dawn. They're coming back."
"Good grief woman! Why didn't you say so?" Edward turned and rushed towards the servants' quarters where he would choose the fastest boy who would pass the message onto the Governor who could deal with the threat accordingly. When he returned to his wife she had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
*****
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of his ship feeling the air streaming through his hair. The rest of the crew were already asleep but Jack knew he wouldn't sleep. His stomach was beginning to churn faster and faster. It was extremely unlike him to be nervous and he wasn't accustomed to the feeling. Tomorrow he would sail into Port Royal - the island where he had left his wife when she was sick of him. He had spent the last sixteen years sailing round the Caribbean, enjoying every island more than the last. He hadn't allowed anything to concern him but had simply taken life as it had been flung at him. Except that it had gotten boring. It had taken sixteen long years of fun, games and everything else that had taken his fancy. Eventually he realised that he was missing something. The moment he realised what was missing was the moment that he had headed for Port Royal. Cora was missing. He had tried so hard to live without her but it appeared that it simply wasn't possible. He had to have Cora by his side - whether she hated him was irrelevant but by morning she would know of his arrival if she didn't already and by morning everyone would know about her past.
[A/N; I have no idea whether Jack despises the English but for the purposes of this story he does. They tried to kill him several times though so I'm guessing he's not a huge fan. I'm sorry its kinda short and kinda bad - I'll try to do better]
His Own Blood
Jack Sparrow, free sea captain and owner of the most extravagant ship on the southern sae or sleazy old man clinging desperately to his one love? The man himself would, of course, prefer the first image of himself. He saw himself as the only captain good enough to commandeer the Black Pearl. It was special and no one less than perfect was adequate. Jack knew he wasn't perfect but it couldn't be helped and he still wouldn't give up the Pearl. He held an ideology that only the best would captain the Pearl but in reality he wouldn't and couldn't leave it, even with the knowledge that he wasn't perfect and never would be.
Every woman he had every met, flirted with or went further would claim the latter as they frantically poured out tales of his lying, cheating and adultery. Actually, only one woman could claim adultery but she didn't. She chose to forget that she was better than all the other women, that Jack had chosen her over all others. Instead she demanded that she be left at the next port. She didn't care that Jack still loved her and wanted her and she didn't care what happened to herself. She never understood why he felt he had to be away at sea all the time. It wasn't within her comprehension to realise that Jack was a creature of the sea. He didn't belong on land with mere mortals. He was a higher life form, albeit it a drunk one. Jack would never give up his life on the sea for her so she left. Left because Jack loved the sea more than he loved her and she had finally recognised that major factor that had been a thorn in their relationship since the start. What neither of them had known at the time was that she was pregnant.
*****
Cora Jenkins had disappeared again. When she had arrived on the island some sixteen years ago she was accepted into the community and her story that she had been captured by pirates was also accepted. She had never told anyone the real truth about her past life but she had settled in well. She had made new friends, found a job as a typist in the governor's house and for the first time she was relaxed and happy. The sea no longer called to her and she broke away from it completely. It had never bound her as it had bound Jack. She had completely moved on. When the baby was born she told everyone that she had been married where she used to live. Her husband was shot dead as he tried to save her; people accepted it as the horrible truth. They knew pirates were evil and did no good. They separated families and broke up marriages and friendships. Eventually she was proposed to by one of the wealthier men in town. Cora, being a single mother with very little income, accepted at once. Her life improved beyond reasonable expectations and she didn't have to worry about anything. But one thing still troubled her. She still felt guilty about deserting Jack the way she had. She knew marriage was meant to be forever but now she had two husbands and she didn't know which husband she should be faithful to. Of course, she hadn't been faithful to Jack when she had walked off of his ship and straight into the arms of the English that he so despised. Jack was the past now, she couldn't possibly go back now that she had a husband, three children and so many new friends. She had the life she wanted now but there were certain days that she didn't feel so sure. When she thought she could see the sails of the Black Pearl and when Astley was gone all day and she knew he would be staring out at the ocean. On those days she could barely control herself so she went for a walk. Sometimes her walks lasted for hours and she ventured right to the other end of the island and Edward would get worried and send out search parties. Often he despaired of his scatty-brained wife, mostly he just loved her.
This time the search party did not return with Cora until late into the night. She was shattered and barely able to move with exhaustion and her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. One of the men had half-carried, half- dragged her nearly the whole way home. When he saw the state she was in he decided to out her to bed and question her in the morning. There would be very little point because she wouldn't tell him a thing but at least he could vent his anger at her a bit. The two younger children had long been in bed but Astley, Cora's son from her previous marriage, had stayed up waiting for his beloved mother to return. He was attached to her in a way that Edward had never seen a teenage boy love his mother. He supposed this must be normal if you only had one parent with you and your real father had been tragically murdered. He knew that Astley didn't really like him all that much. He spent a great deal of his time at the smithy with another boy his age. William Turner was a 'commoner'. Years ago he had been plucked out of the sea and rescued by the Governor's ship. He had gone to live with the blacksmith but the old man didn't care much for children and would drink himself into an early grave. Nevertheless he was a bright boy and he seemed to be able to tolerate Astley, which gave Cora's son something to do during the long days.
When he saw his mother being handled in an overly familiar manner by the peasants, a surge of anger rushed through the veins of fifteen year old Astley Jenkins. He rushed forward and pushed as many of them out of the way as possible before lifting his petite mother and gently carrying her into the house. He lay her down carefully on the sofa just as Edward came storming through the door. He had politely thanked everyone for their help and sent them off home. Now he was furious: again his wife had wandered off and left their children to their own devices. He was enraged by her complete lack of responsibility. If she had wanted to go for a walk she should have arranged for someone to look after the children and told someone when she would be back. Again he had been worried sick, believing that the worst had happened to the wife that he so adored.
"Astley, go upstairs! Your mother is safe!" Not a request but a command. Reluctantly Astley began to trek up the vast staircase that led to the rest of the house after glaring at his step-father again.
Upon Astley's exit Edward quickly began a violent tirade against Cora. She had everyone so worried; she had to consider Astley's future and the futures of the other children if she was hurt, she was needed at home to supervise the servants and to look after the younger children. Again Bryant had been left to walk home alone because no one had gone to the school yard to meet him and Alexandra had been left to play in the garden by herself. Anything could have happened to her.
He was nearly finished his rant when he noticed that Cora hadn't yet tried to defend herself. It was most peculiar for her to not voice her opinions loud and clear whenever she felt the need and self-defence was never a problem if she was being accused. Finally he stopped when he saw how dull her eyes were and how listless her body was.
"What is it?" he demanded impatiently.
"Pirates," she whispered. "They'll be here tomorrow at dawn. They're coming back."
"Good grief woman! Why didn't you say so?" Edward turned and rushed towards the servants' quarters where he would choose the fastest boy who would pass the message onto the Governor who could deal with the threat accordingly. When he returned to his wife she had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
*****
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of his ship feeling the air streaming through his hair. The rest of the crew were already asleep but Jack knew he wouldn't sleep. His stomach was beginning to churn faster and faster. It was extremely unlike him to be nervous and he wasn't accustomed to the feeling. Tomorrow he would sail into Port Royal - the island where he had left his wife when she was sick of him. He had spent the last sixteen years sailing round the Caribbean, enjoying every island more than the last. He hadn't allowed anything to concern him but had simply taken life as it had been flung at him. Except that it had gotten boring. It had taken sixteen long years of fun, games and everything else that had taken his fancy. Eventually he realised that he was missing something. The moment he realised what was missing was the moment that he had headed for Port Royal. Cora was missing. He had tried so hard to live without her but it appeared that it simply wasn't possible. He had to have Cora by his side - whether she hated him was irrelevant but by morning she would know of his arrival if she didn't already and by morning everyone would know about her past.
[A/N; I have no idea whether Jack despises the English but for the purposes of this story he does. They tried to kill him several times though so I'm guessing he's not a huge fan. I'm sorry its kinda short and kinda bad - I'll try to do better]