A/N: Hello to all you drooling fangirls who are completely obsessed with Johnny Depp just like me! ...which is probably the reason you people are reading this...it's pretty much the reason I'm writing this...so yea...anywayz...My name is Kayleen, or as my friends call me, Kay. I'm 16 years old completely obsessed with fanfiction. Who has no life? *points to self* Anywho..This is my first fanfic loaded on ff.net, but it's not my first writing attempt. I'm forewarning you people now that I'm not the best with grammar and I do misspell and make typos. I try very hard and I do proofread many times before I send things in. If I miss anything, feel free to tell me and I'll fix it the first chance I get. I hate reading something that hasn't been properly proofread, so I understand and am not offended if you kindly notify me of my mistakes. Well, I'm done for now! Any questions, just e-mail me. Oh, and please leave a review! And if for some reason your computer won't let you (_ like mine..), just e-mail it to me. I won't mind the extra mail! Later!
Summary: Gale Tayler is a pirate, born for the sea, but she's never actually sailed! Gale hasn't believed in Captain Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl since she was a little girl. But when her father dies, she ends up on a voyage with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow himself!
Warnings: This story is rated R for a reason. There is language, though I try to keep that to a minimal, even with Gale's potty mouth. There will be sexual scenes. I won't go into complete detail, but you will get a good idea of what's going on. There will also be some gore, but not often.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. I do not stake claim on any of the characters, plot, or anything from the original movie. The plot for this story is mine. And Gale Tayler, her father, and any other character not in the actual movie are mine. I will make a list of every character I have made up so you know at the end of each chapter.
The italics in the beginning of most of the chapters, if not all, are when Gale, and maybe another character (in which case I'll let you know), are talking in first person. They aren't actually speaking, it's more like thoughts. The italics in "quotes" are actual thoughts. What the person is thinking then.
This story takes place between 2 and 3 years after the movie ends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Captain Jack Sparrow. I'd heard stories of him as a young girl. My father bathed me in tales of the infamous pirate. I could write a book with all the farfetched and ridiculous things he told me about him and the Black Pearl. When I was younger, just a child, I used to believe in him. I'd dream that I would meet him one day and we would sail the sea together. In a way, he had become everything I wanted to be. But, as it always goes, I grew up and grew out of him. I had stopped believing he existed, much to my father's dismay.
I was born on the sea, but I grew up on land. After my mother died from giving birth to me, my father somehow managed to reinstate us into society. So yes, I am a pirate, but I can't remember ever sailing the sea. I've longed to sail the sea. I've yearned for that freedom. But one cannot sail without a crew. I may not have ever sailed, but my father would sneak me on ships and show me how they worked. He'd show me pictures, drawings, anything he could get his hands on. He dreamed of returning to the sea one day, showing me all its wonders. Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
"Papa!" Cried a young woman as she ran to her father, who fell to the ground. She reached him as he hit the floor and she sank to her knees beside him, encasing him in her arms, her long and lush skirts pillowed around them. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she watched her father bleed to death from the gun wound in his chest. Frantically, she ripped off large chunks of cloth from the end of her skirt and, wadding them together, placed them on his wound.
"Gale." The woman's head turned to face the old man as he spoke to her, his voice raspy and weak. "Gale, my darling Gale." Gale's lips quivered as she tried to suppress more tears caused by his endearment. She placed her fingers over his lips to keep him from speaking more.
"Hush, Papa. You need to save your strength." The old man lifted his shaky hand, covered in his own blood, and cupped her cheek gently. Gale held his hand to her cheek with hers as a wave of fresh tears poured down her cheeks. All too suddenly, she felt herself being yanked roughly away from her father and thrown into the nearest wall. She felt the breath in her lungs escape in a large woosh. She barely had time to breathe before her assailant grabbed her chin in a bruising grip and forced her to look at him. When she saw his face she had to hold back the urge to vomit from the hideousness of it. A good amount of his teeth were missing and the ones that were still there were black and rotted. He had a jagged scar going down his left eye, which was clouded over showing that he was blind. His beard and mustache were unkempt and she could spot pieces of food trapped inside the knots.
"Well, well. What 'ave we got 'ere? A pre'ey girl, ya are." Gale grimaced from the stench of his breath as he breathed on her while speaking. She struggled to break free from his grasp but to no avail.
"Get off me, you filthy pig!" Gale screamed in his face as she continued to try to get away from him. The man, which she guessed was a pirate, threw on a mock expression of hurt.
"There's no need te be eny name callin', missy. I jist want te get te know ye better." The pirate pulled out a knife from somewhere on his belt and Gale's struggling doubled in effort.
"Get off! Somebody help me!," she screamed. "Help! He-" Gale's cries were cut off as the pirate placed his grimy hand on her mouth to silence her. She tried to get her mouth free, not just to scream for help again, but to free herself from the stench and the greasy filth he seemed to be covered in. The man placed the knife at the center of the neckline on her dress and began to slowly cut downward. Gale closed her eyes and whimpered into his hand as tears continued to pour down her cheeks, silently praying for help.
Gale jumped as she heard a gun shot and then shrieked as she felt a pain between her breasts. She opened her eyes wide in time to see the man attacking her fall to the ground with his eyes wide in shock, blood pooling slowly beneath him. She felt something pull out of her where she felt the pain. She looked down and noticed that blood was seeping down her dress. Glancing down at the knife in the pirate's hand, she saw blood on the first half inch of the blade. It was a minor wound. It hurt, but she would survive.
She looked up to find the person that saved her and nearly cried out in despair. There, in her open doorway, was yet another pirate. He stood there looking indifferent, gun in hand, still pointed at the other pirate as if he would jump up any moment. He was handsome, unlike the other pirate. Rugged, yet clean. He had dark brown hair, almost black, that fell over his shoulder and back. There were beads braided in here and there. He had deep brown eyes that were still focused on the dead man at her feet. His face was beautiful with high cheekbones and lips that she could kiss. He had a well-kept mustache and a beard that was kept in two ponytails. His skin was a dark tan from being in the sun. He looked up at her so suddenly that she jumped slightly. She watched as he slowly put the gun away, all the while keeping eye contact with her. She managed to tear her eyes from his and they landed upon her dying father. For fear that he might have already died, she ran to him quickly and collapsed beside him, hugging him to her.
"Tor...tuga. Find....Cap'n...J...ck...Spar....row." She looked at him in confusion.
"But Papa, Jack Sparrow isn't real. He doesn't exist." Her father just smiled and closed his eyes.
"I love you, my darling Gale. Sail the sea for me." Gale nodded, lower lip quivering as his breathing stopped and he fell limp in her arms. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him draw his last breath.
"Papa?" she asked as she shook him gently, trying to rouse him. "Papa?" she asked again, her voice heightened with panic. When he didn't reply, a cry caught in her throat and came out little more than a choked sob as she clutched his lifeless body to her, rocking back and forth. "Papa! Don't leave me! I love you, Papa! Don't go! Don't die, Papa! Please, I love you! Don't go..." Eventually, her cries dwindled down to hiccupy sobs. The pirate that had helped her watched with a sympathetic and sad expression. Slowly, he walked up to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders so as not to startle her. He began to slowly pull her away from her father's body.
"Come now, love. We best be goin'. We don't want te be caught unawares. There'll be more jist like that one over there comin'. Come on, up ye go." He managed to coax her up onto her feet, even if most of her weight was supported on him. For Gale, his voice was soothing, lulling her away from the pain. She allowed him to take her out of that room, out of that house. When they stepped outside her doorway, she saw her home in almost complete ruin. Pirates were running all over, looting houses and burning everything in sight. Some pirates were attacking others, which she assumed the others were with the one who saved her. She heard someone cry captain and she looked in that direction. There was a man who was much older than the one holding her now. He was motioning some of the other pirates to a ship. She looked at the ship they were filtering into and she stared in awe, mouth agape at its beauty. The whole ship was the most pitch black she had ever seen, from top to bottom.
"The Black Pearl," Gale whispered, barely audible. It didn't take her long to realize they were walking towards it. Before she knew it, she was stepping aboard the Black Pearl. She slowly looked around, taking it all in. "She's beautiful." She watched as the man holding her shouted orders to the other people on the ship. "So he's the captain." When he stopped, they turned and he walked her down into the lower deck and then into a room. It was dark but she managed to make out a few things. There was a shaggy looking bed, but comfy and inviting in a way. A small little desk with a candle sitting on top of it. He left her side to light the candle and she felt suddenly cold. She had grown accustomed to his arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe and warm. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep herself warm, but it didn't work as well as she had hoped.
He turned around after he had lit the candle, and for the first time since he had seen her, took in everything about her. The front of her lush blue dress was almost completely soaked in blood. The top was torn from the other pirate's knife and he could see the wound she received when the man stabbed her. Blood was caking over the side of her face, over her entire chest, and her arms. Her long, dark, curly brown hair was tangled and clinging to her skin from all the blood. Her dark brown eyes her red and puffy from crying. Prying his eyes away from her, he walked over to her and behind her. Confused, she looked behind her to see what he was going to do and nearly screamed when she felt him untying the back of her dress. The man felt her jump and placed his hands on her shoulders and slid them down to her upper arms.
"Calm down, love. I'm only tryin' to get ye out of these dirty clothes an' inte somethin' cleaner." When Gale said nothing in protest, he slowly started to undo the ties in the back of her dress again. After he realized she wasn't going to slap him silly, he continued until he could slide the dress off. She stepped out of it slowly and he tossed it in the corner. "Well, ye won't be wearin' that again." Gale managed a shaky smile. She looked down and realized she was only in her undergarments. Ashamed at her state of dress, or lack thereof, she attempted to cover her bosom with her arms. Noticing her nervousness, he quickly walked over to the little desk and pulled out a shirt from one of the drawers. Pulling off his large coat, he threw that and the shirt onto the bed.
"Ye can wear me shirt an' me coat fer now till we can get ye somethin' fer yerself. I'll be comin' back down in a little with some food fer ye an' somethin' to clean ye up. Feel free te make yerself at home." With that, he walked out past her and towards the door, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm.
"Wait, I don't even know who you are. Tell me your name at least." The man look at her hand and let his eyes slowly trail up her feminine but strong arm, over her smooth neck, and then her face. He looked in her eyes, gazing into them for a few moments like he was searching for something. Gale looked away for a few moments, uncomfortable with him staring at her like that, but quickly looked back into his eyes when she heard him answer.
"Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."