Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, that's Disney's job :(
Ok here's the story. I'm a bored English/History major who's far too lazy to check her grammar or historical facts. Ironic, huh? This is pretty much factually incorrect, but hey! Thats the fun in it all :)
"There it is, Captain. Port Nassau. The "Jewel of the Carribean. Will you be joining us, for old times sake?"
It was late at night, the lights of the port were burning brightly, and the Black Pearl was anchored outside the harbor with its newly appointed captain. Captain Jack Sparrow looked across the water at the sleepy port town and a small grin stretched across his face. He turned quickly and addressed his First Mate.
"Barbossa! Stay with the Pearl. I'm going ashore." He began to walk away, then paused and turned, "And please don't let the men get into the rum until I'm back. We don' want a repeat of last time..." Sparrow's eyes narrowed and he nodded, daring the headstrong first mate to defy him. The men around him shuddered, no one wanted to get between the captain and his rum.
"I'll watch the ship. Go have your…fun, Jack." Barbossa said, his voice dripping with envy and disgust.
"Captain, Captain Sparrow, if you please, mate." Jack rolled his eyes and popped his hat onto his head. He turned to the men going ashore: "Gentlemen! You don' need some fancy speech from me. Go do what you do best." He flashed his gold toothed grin as the men cheered and boarded their rowboats. Barbossa glared at the captain, anger still flowing through his veins.
It was common knowledge amongst the crew that the two pirates had been at each other's throats for years, desperately fighting to prove one was a superior sailor and pirate than the other. Captain Johnson, the former and now retired captain of the Pearl, appointed Jack as his successor, which seemed to put an end to the battle. Barbossa, appointed by Jack to be first mate, was fiercely jealous, yet he took the title and sat aside as Jack took control of the magnificent ship. No one knew of his plans for revenge.
Christine, the seven year old daughter of Admiral Phillip Richards, awoke to the sound of cannon fire. Her green eyes were wide with fear, hoping she had merely dreamed the awful sound. Another shot rang out, and there were distant screams. No, this was no nightmare. She leapt from her bed and ran to the window. Scanning the sea, she make out a dark shape, barely visible under the new moon. As she studied the ship further, she realized it was a ship; a black ship with black sails. Her eyes widened as she whispered to herself, "pirates…"
Her father was not around; he was out at sea, as he always was. Christine's mother passed away in childbirth. She was completely alone, aside from the household staff and her strict governess, Miss Carter. This was no way for a little girl to live, constantly alone and fearing the death of her father and the wrath of her governess. Gazing out the window, she noticed the staff fleeing the house from the side doors.
"They…they forgot about me?"
Tears welled up in her eyes and she sunk to the floor.
"Bootstrap! Who lives up on that hill?" Jack was looking up at the Admiral's mansion. " A house like that deserves a visit from us, wouldn't you agree?"
"Aye, Captain. I hear that is the home of Admiral Richards."
"Admiral Richards…that does seem to ring a bell," a puzzled Jack thought for a moment. "Ah, I remember now. Isn't he that creatin that has been chasing us all over the Carribean but clearly isn't intelligent or quick enough to keep up? I think we should drop by."
Laughing, the two men ran up the path to the wall surrounding the house, pistols drawn. Bill Turner, known by his shipmates as Bootstrap, shot the lock off the gate and pushed the gate open. They approached the house, finding the front door to be unlocked, the result of a fleeing maid. Chuckling, Jack pushed open the heavy door and the pirates entered the house.
Christine heard the door open downstairs and men's voices. She cautiously opened her bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway, heading towards the stairs. These had to be pirates from the black ship. She crept to the banister and peered through the iron bars. One man was rather handsome with long, black hair, tied back, with brown eyes and was clothed in black. The other man had dreadlocks and beads woven into his hair. Wrapped around his head was a bright red bandana. He was swaggering slightly and slurring his words, which Christine could not hear. The other man seemed more…normal. She sat back on her heels and the floorboard beneath her creaked. The two men's heads shot up and they aimed both their pistols at the little girl. She did not flinch. Instead, she asked, "Who are you?"
"Me, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. This is my commerade Bootstrap. And who might you be, my miniature friend?"
"Christine Richards. Are you pirates?"
Jack laughed and drew himself up to full height. "We are only the most feared piarates in the seas, sailors upon the famous Black Pearl! What do you think o' that, little one?"
"Oh," replied Christine, "Will you take me with you?"
COOL! I think its a good start! Let me know what you think :)
