Hey everyone! I have been working on my other story, but this muse just came up and bit me in the butt, and it wouldn't let go until I wrote something. So my arse got sore, and I finally gave into it. This damn muse is a pain in my butt, literally. So here you go.
Title: A Captain's Hat
Rating: Umm. PG for now. But it might not stick. Depends on how my muse's mind works.
Warnings: Mild Language
Pairings: Jack/OC
Summary: Ever wonder what is it with Captain Sparrow and his hat? Well here's the story behind it. Amanda, daughter the infamous Captain Henry Morgan, becomes like a sister to Jack. When they are caught by the Easy-India- Trading-Company, Amanda becomes deathly ill. She is left in the hands of a doctor. Years later they meet up again, but both of them have changed. Will the ever find-out who the other is? Read and find out!
Disclaimer: If I owned POTC, I wouldn't be writing here. Don't sue me, all you'll get is Checks wallet Three POTC: COTBP ticket stubs… Old gum wrapper… lint… and my driver's license. Not much to gain.
Okay so there you have it. I hope you like this. So now as they say, ON WITH THE SHOW!
A Captain's HatChapter 1: How they Met.
Young Jack Sparrow was waiting on the dock, where his father was trying to find a new crew to join. 'Bloody Royal Navy!' Jack thought as he sat there throwing rocks off the docks. They had been in Tortuga for far to long. He hated not being on the sea. Since he could remember, he had been out on the sea, and now because of the bloody Navy, he was stuck on shore. But at least they were stuck in a town as great as Tortuga.
Jack Sparrow was a strapping young man, with dark hair down to his shoulders, which was tied back with a once white piece of cloth. His skin was a nice tanned color, and underneath his physic was muscular from years of hard work. His eyes were chocolate brown, and always had twinkle to them. Most people would think it was innocence, but those who knew him knew better. That twinkle was not innocence, that twinkle was pure mirth, mischievousness, and flat out rottenness. He was an 'amusing sarcastic little shit.' Well at least that's what his father told him.
There was this one time in Tortuga, Jack recalled, when his father had gotten drunk and passed out, and Jack grabbed him by the heels, dragged him down the steps, and with every step his father's head hit Jack would say 'sorry'. Eventually he was able to drag him back to the ship. Then an idea hit him, and Jack thought, 'why not? The crew would get a kick outa it.' And the next day Mark, Jacks father, woke up to a huge headache, and the crew in hysterics, and when he looked down he saw why. For his loving son had…
But Jack was unable to finish his reminiscing. He heard an excited voice coming from the dock.
"Jack boy, wos the matter with ye, I be tryin to get yer attension! I found us a ship me boy," Mark Sparrow said clapping his son on the shoulder. "An ole friend o' mine is in need of a new crew… Well, watta ye waitn' fer? Les go"
Jack had to practically run to keep up with his father. He had never seen him like this before. It was almost as if her were, skipping? No, no, no, no, no, Pirates don't skip. Saunter, sway, stalk, yes, but never, ever, skip. He was curious as to see what had got his farther so excited.
Then Mark stopped so suddenly, Jack almost ran into him. "Hey da, why'd ye stop?"
"Ye see tha ship out there?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's a beauty, what about it?"
"Thas our new 'ome."
"Wha-wha-what?" Jack stuttered.
"Yup!"
"Wow." Jack was in awe. The ship was huge. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The wood was polished and gleamed gold in the sun. The sails were an amazing almost florescent white. He wondered how they keep them so white. He could just make out what the golden letter on the side of the ship that spelled out the words, The Majestic.
Mark took his eyes off the ship, and brought them back to his son's face. He smirked and shut his sons mouth with an audible click. "Oy. Don' wanna let all the 'ot air out, do we?" He laughed.
"Da?"
"Yes Jack?"
"Who be this friend of yers?"
But before he could answer a gruff man came up to them in a rowboat, and, in a voice to match his appearance, asked. "Oy, ye gettin in or wha?"
"Come on me boy, an ye can meet 'im yerself."
Jack and his father quickly got into the boat. Well Mark stepped into the boat, Jack jumped in it, and nearly went just as quickly over the other side of it. In fact, if Mark hadn't known his son would do something like that, and grabbed the back of his son's shirt, they'd be fishing him out of the water.
"Careful there mate." The gruff pirate said with a little chuckle.
As the little rowboat got closer and closer to the ship, Jack could finally see all it's glory. Mark looked back over to his son, and chuckled as he clicked his son's mouth closed for the second time that day.
When they reached the ship, two ropes were abruptly tossed over the side and Jack and his father were hoisted up. There they met a tall man. He had black hair, blue eyes. He was at least 6'6". He wore a dark blue coat that covered a white shirt. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black pants. His black, mid-back hair was tied up behind him with a black ribbon.
"Ello' Markus, how are ye, ye scurvy dog?" Tha man asked.
"Jack, I'd like ye to meet me ole friend, Captain Henry Morgan. Captain, me son, Jack Sparrow."
"'Ello there Jack." Captain Morgan said reaching out a hand to Jack.
When he didn't go to shake Morgan's hand, Mark nudged his son in the rib cage. After that, Jack immediately snapped out of his state of awe and grasped the Captain's hand.
"N-nice to meet you C-Captain." He stuttered.
"Nice ter meet ye too… So how do ye like me ship?"
"It's the mos' mazing thing I've ever seen!" Jack replied letting go of the Captains hand. "Were did ye get it?"
"Well now thas a funny story. Ye see, we'd been in a bad battle, an me ship was torn up. So we be driffin on our way, when we come up ter the mos beautiful ship I'd ever seen. And it wos jus sittin there, waitin for us ter come get 'er. Course' them guys in the Red coats weren't to 'appy bout it. But since they be on the island when we took 'er, they couldn't do nothin' bout it." Captain Morgan said with a bit of a chuckle.
"Y-y-you stole the ship from the Royal Navy?" Jack asked, admiring the Captain more and more.
"Commandeered it." Spoke up a little voice, seeming to come from nowhere. "He commandeered it, not stole it."
"Oh, Mark, Jack, I'd like ye ter meet me daughter, Amanda." A tiny figure stepped out from behind the tall man. Her black hair had a golden tint to it that stood out in the sun. She wore boy's clothes, a white shirt with a black vest over it, and black pants. But what caught Jacks attention were her eyes. At first glance, they looked black, but at further inspection, they became a dark brown color. She looked no more than 5, if even that. "Don be shy Mand. Say 'ello." Her father urged her.
"Hello. Mr. Sparrow, Jack." The tiny voice squeaked.
"Don mind er, she don talk much to people who she don know. Come to think of it, she don talk much to the people she does know." Morgan said, putting a huge hand down on Mandy's small shoulder. "I'm surprise she even spoke to ye, Jack. She never talks ter people she jus met, but there mus be sommin bout you." He mused.
Jack looked down at the little girl, who, standing next to her father, looked extremely small. He wondered how a girl so little managed to live with a bunch of burly pirates. His father wouldn't let him become a pirate until he turned ten.
"'Ow long as she been with ye?" Mark asked.
"Oh, since she wos three… bout two years." Captain Morgan replied.
"Three? Never 'erd of someone that young on a ship 'fore."
"Yeah well, I'm the only thin she 'as. 'Er mum died, an I took 'er in."
During this whole conversation, Amanda's eyes never left Jack, and vise-versa. It was as if Amanda was measuring Jack's worth. Mark and Henry finally noticed that their children had not moved a muscle for about five minutes. They turned around to see, their children locked in a staring match. Soon the whole crew noticed them, taking bets on who would blink first. Then something unexpected happened, shocking the entire crew and Captain Morgan.
Amanda smiled. Now don't get it wrong. Someone smiling isn't that big of an event, unless that person happens to be Amanda.
"Thas bloody amazing!" The captain said as he and the crew watched Amanda move past them and climb up the mast into the crow's nest.
"What amazing?" Jack asked, dumbfounded at everyone's reaction to the small girls smile.
"My daughter almost never smiles. Especially at strangers. It took 'er nearly a year to smile at me, an I'm 'er dad." He Henry replied, half amazedly, half amused. "There's mos defiantly sommin' 'bout you Jack."
Okay. So this is my first chapter. I hope you liked it. My muse has finally let up. Well you know the drill R&R. Please constructive critism only. No Flames! Remember, the more reviews, the happier I am, the happier I am, the faster the next chapter will be up.