Chapter Two – Blue Hair!
Captain Jack Sparrow flicked his eyes open, a loud thunder had awaken him from his sleep and his dream. Yes, he had been dreaming… he narrowed his eyes, trying to remember it. There was a voice, but what did it say? Oh, yes, it told him not to ignore the signs of the sea…
"Captain, wake up!" The desperate voice of Mr. Gibbs echoed as its owner darted into Jack's cabin.
"What is it, Gibbs, don't cha see I'm trying ter…"
"Sorry, me Captain, but we need yeh. A storm's beginning, sir, and it's quite a big one!"
Feeling the sudden wave of energy that adventure always brought to his body, Jack sat on his bed, put on his boots and jumped to his feet. He stumbled slightly, a result of the excess of rum of the previous night. He straightened his shirt and pompously "paraded" before Mr. Gibbs towards the deck of his beloved ship. Jack observed the thick, rainy clouds and the revolving waters, it would be very unwise to remain in the sea during such a storm. He grabbed the magic compass given to him by Tia Dalma and concentrated.
'I wan' ter find shelter for me ship'. He thought.
The needle of the compass in his hand spun madly before pointing to a fixed direction.
"Everythin' ter the left!" cried the captain exposing his many teeth involved in golden capes.
The crew quickly obeyed its captain's orders, and although the storm was violent, the strong and fast Black Pearl made its way firmly towards a nearby island. Once the ship had reached safety, the people aboard it waited until the storm was over, which took the whole night. When the sun rose, however, the waters were peaceful and the sky clear. The sunlight illuminated the insides of Jack's quarters, making a purely white paper sheet gleam on his table. He approached the table and lifted the paper sheet, reading its lines for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
It was an invitation. To a wedding. Will's and Elizabeth's wedding. It had been delivered to him before he left the couple. After defeating Davy Jones, the Black Pearl and its crew had needed some time in Port Royal to recover… He was making the last preparations to leave when Will came to deliver the invitation. When he read those lines for the first time, he could not stop his heart from sinking. If there was a woman worth marrying, this woman was Elizabeth Swam, he thought. But he could not ignore that the lady's heart belonged to Will, that his "first and only love was the sea", and that the words 'faithful husband' and 'Jack Sparrow' did not seem to match… at all.
Jack would have gladly refused the invitation, but the crew had gotten very excited with the possibility of a wedding. Besides the party, which would have a lot of good wine, the adventures lived by that group had created a strong bond, making them fell almost as a family. He could not just turn to his men and tell them 'We won't be showing up at the wedding, savvy?'
Placing the paper sheet back to its place, Jack left his quarters and walked into the sunshine. It was a lovely morning. He breathed in the cool wind. It was that sensation of freedom that always cheered him up.
"Pintel, Ragetti, prepare the boat!" Jack commanded in his hoarse voice.
Many minutes later, Jack, Mr. Gibbs, Pintel and Ragetti were landing on the shore, looking for provisions, such as fruit and drinking water. They were already walking back to the boat, each one, except Jack, of course, carrying a barrel of water and a basket of fruit, when they saw something on the sand, some meters from them. It seemed to be a person.
Felling his natural curiosity provoked, Jack waved his hand to his men, bidding them to follow him. They made their way towards the figure, which happened to be an unconscious woman. However, it was not an ordinary woman. Her wild hair was neither blond nor brown, but turquoise, making her look unlike any other being the buccaneers had ever seen. As if it was not enough, the young woman was… well, completely naked. Her hair was adorned with what seemed to be shells and starfish, and her body covered with drawings that resembled waves and spirals. It was surely a weird vision. But undoubtedly a beautiful one.
'That's interesting.' Jack thought frowning.