This is a movie-fic where I add a character to the movie line. I thought it would be fun to make this a Norrington-OC fic as well, along with some Jack-OC, just to have a lot more fun writing this. Hope you like it. And guess what? The new movie is coming out!
Chapter 1
"Jack, you seriously have to be shitting me…Where are my clothes?" Samantha 'Sam' Brynes looked around the small boat, she had been sailing on for the past few days. The boat was not that big, and it had to be hard to lose something on a boat barely five feet across.
"I used the clothes to plug up the hole on thee side. Why?" Jack looked slightly confused, his brown eyes big with innocence. "What's wrong with the shirt and breeches yer wearing anyway?"
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?" Sam groaned loudly, and held onto to her head as if she was having the worst headache of her life. "JACK! YOU ARE A WANTED MAN, GOD DAMN IT! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO LIE LOW! MOST WOMEN DON'T WEAR BREECHES WHEN WALKING DOWN THE STREET! THAT IS WHY I BROUGHT THE DRESS! SO WE COULD BLEND IN MORE!"
"What does god, have t' do with this, luv?" Jack still looked slightly confused. Sam groaned again.
"Jack, just shut up…" Sam sat down on the deck of the small boat, and took a long drink from the rum bottle she had hidden from Jack. Jack's eyes widened at the sight of rum, and crawled over to her, giving her begging eyes. "What Jack?"
"Luv…come on…you know how much I love me rum…Let me have some of yers! I'd do anything. Ye know that!" Sam sighed, and took another drink, not looking at him. Jack moved around her, trying to make her look at his sorrowful face. Sam took another long drink.
"All right. I'll give it to ya. But…no more using me clothes for plugging holes, aye?" Jack gave her innocent eyes, and nodded. Sam handed him the bottle, and Jack almost immediately downed it all. Sam sighed, watching him. "Yer pathetic, Jack."
"Why thank ye, luv. I am glad you think so highly of me." Jack threw the bottle into the ocean, bouncing once and then sinking. Jack looked over the side of the boat, "Luv! Look! There's Port Royale!"
Sam looked where Jack was pointing, and indeed there was an island, Port Royale in fact. Sam smiled and punched Jack in the arm. "Finally!"
Sam and Jack quickly got up and moved around, doing all they could to make the boat move faster. Jack brought down the sail, and moved it to catch the wind easier. Sam pushed the water out of the boat. He dress hadn't worked too well. Jack smirked down at her. "Jack…You're sure Barbossa is going to hit here next?"
"Aye, Sammie, I'm sure. Barbossa is taking a route backwards to ours, so we are bound to meet in the middle. An' of course, he has to have that pride of his that he sacked Port Royale." Jack pulled the boat's sail a bit more and speedily they sailed into port. Jack soon turned into his captain-y position, and tried to look extremely serious. Sam giggled. Why was Jack always such a ham?
They soon slowed as the wind left the sails. They moved through the 'tunneled' cliffs, and looked around. There skeleton pirates were hung with a sign reading 'Ye Pirates Be Warned.' Sam and Jack gave a small salute to the pirates as they sailed by, soon coming to the ports. All eyes stared at them as they sailed into port on a sinking boat.
Jack and Sam both climbed onto the dock just at the boat sunk below the water. Jack walked down the dock with his usual swagger, Sam followed behind him. The dock master soon stopped them as they were about to leave the dock. "'Ey! Hold up there you! It costs a shilling to tie you boat up to the dock!" Jack raised an eyebrow. "And I'll need your names."
"What do you say to three shillings and we forget the names?" Jack threw three coins into the dock master's book. The dock master quickly closed the record book.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" Sam sighed and rolled her eyes, following Jack onto the land, who had snatched up the dock master's purse that he left carelessly on his record book holder, and then slipped the purse in his pocket. Sam followed Jack into the road, and stopped.
"All right luv…so here's how I sees it. I'm going to go get the boat. I'll check it out, and make sure it's suitable for us. You are going to get supplies and some disguises for us." Jack slapped Sam on the back. "Good luck to you, luv."
Sam smiled at Jack. "Keep yourself out of trouble mate. Promise me. Aye?"
"I promise, luv." And with that, Jack left off the Naval docks. Sam watched him go and then slowly turned towards the market. Sam slowly walked over to one of the booths.
"Hey! How much for some of these apples?"
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A little while later, not even ten minutes later, Sam heard guns shots. Sam sighed. Jack had got in trouble again. Sam knew that she would have to go find him and help him take cover while some of the steam blew over.
Jack came running toward Sam, his arms clasped in irons. Sam sighed and pulled him toward the alley way by the irons, just as the red coated Navy officers came by. "Jack! Are you crazy?" She hissed. "This is the 3rd port in a row!"
"Third time's a charm, luv." Jack winked at Sam. Sam groaned, and pulled him by the irons down the alley way.
"There's a blacksmith's place around here somewhere. We can get those irons off there, and then we get out of here." Sam pulled Jack into the a small shop, with a sign above it reading 'Brown's Black Smith'. A fire burned in the forging stove. Tools and swords were scattered all over the place, and a donkey sat under one of the large gears above their heads. Sam gave a low whistle. "This is a nice place."
Jack quickly moved over to a metal anvil where a metal pick lay on top of it. Jack started hitting at the irons. A loud snore erupted from the corner of the room. Sam and both glanced at each other and then at the corner of the room. A drunken old man dropped his rum bottle. He was fast asleep. Jack and Sam both shared a look, and crept over to the old man. First Jack poked him. No response. Then Sam poked him. Still no response.
Sam giggled softly, and brought Jack back over to anvil again. Jack held the irons out as Sam hit at them with the pick. Jack sighed as he watched hit them over and over still not breaking them. Sam started to hit them faster, giving them a clank, clank, clank sound. Jack groaned at the tangled irons and sighed.
"Any other ideas, luv?" Jack furrowed his eyes brows. Sam looked around for a moment.
"How about that gear over there? It's heavy enough…" Jack's eyes widened.
"You're bloody brilliant, luv!" Jack hurried over to the gear, and looked at it for a moment. Sam knew he was forming a plan. He had that usual thoughtful expression on his face when he did. Jack quickly walked over to the forging stove and picked up a thin metal pole attached to what looked like a larger metal stamp. Jack quickly brought it over to the donkey standing up the gear.
"Jack! Don't do that! Respect the animals!" Sam grabbed the brand from him and threw it on the anvil in the middle of the room. Jack groaned. Sam hurried back over to the donkey and gave him a swift kick in the buttocks. Jack hurried over to the gear and threw the irons over the gear. It soon merged with another gear, making the irons snap.
Sam grinned at Jack. Jack smirked and slapped her on the back. "And now we be off to fetch that-" Jack stopped mid sentence as he heard the front door of the blacksmith's shop open.
And that is our first chapter, luvs. Please Review! I need five to update the story. Ten will make me right faster. And if we get twenty on the first chapter, I'll put up two chapters instead of one. Aye! See ye next chapter!