I watched Jack walk down toward the ships from a bridge above, not bothering to tell him that I had noticed two guards below the bridge, as that would ruin all of my fun. I watched as they jumped in front of him and Jack was his usual old self and got the two arguing over whether the Black Pearl really existed (How could it not? I'd been on it myself.) and they realized that while they had been arguing, Jack had gone to look at one of the ships. The guards commanded the truth as to why Jack was here, and I spaced out, staring into the waves of the ocean which so often mesmerized me.
That was the deciding factor when I had decided to sail the seas with Jack as a pirate. I loved the ocean, the majestic rolling of the waves, and the beautiful coloring of it at different times of the day. But I also extremely enjoyed bar fights, which were always thoroughly entertaining and sometimes I found the fun to join in on the fights.
A figure suddenly fell from the cliffs, into the ocean. I saw Jack handing his things to the guards and jumping into the ocean to save whomever had fallen into the water. I guess having to save me so often from trouble had trained him to save others, also. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
I rushed down to the pier below to meet Jack when he bobbed to the surface with the woman. I helped drag her up and set her down.
"She's not breathing!" one of the guards yelled.
Jack got out his pocket knife and cut her corset, and she gasped for air.
"Never would've thought of that." I heard a guard mutter.
I wanted to get away now, because soldiers were beginning to swarm this very spot, but something caught my eye, that had also caught Jack's: the last piece of Cortez's cursed treasure of Aztec gold.
"Where did you get that?" Jack murmured, voicing the very question that I was wondering.
The next thing I knew, the soldiers had surrounded us, and a man in uniform came towards us, while an old man, one of the fools who wears wigs, picked up the woman, lifting her to her feet.
No one had seemed to notice me yet, but the man in uniform strode straight to Jack. A guard handed Jack's belongings to the man.
The man examined my brother's belongings, noting everything that was wrong with them. Then the man pulled up Jack's sleeve to examine his arm, and saw the tattoo of a sparrow that he had on his forearm.
"Well, well, Captain Jack Sparrow, you are indeed the worst pirate I have ever heard of."
"But you have heard of me." Jack said, in a way that only he can in a moment like this.
"Hang him!" the lord of all ridiculously huge wigs said.
"No!" I screamed as the soldiers cuffed Jack. And for the first time, everyone noticed me.
"And who are you?" the man of probably-not-so-high-by-my-standards importance said.
"Who are you?" I demanded to know.
"I, am Commodore James Norrington. And from the way that you two look alike, I'm going guess that you are Blythe Sparrow, the little brat they call Jack's younger sister."
I smirked. "If brat is the worst you've got to define me, I'd say you're highly underestimating me."
"The only thing I can't be sure of, is if you're a pirate or not." Norrington said.
I had the letter P burned into my neck once, by the East India Trading Company, when I was about thirteen, so everywhere I'd go, I could be identified as a pirate, but I wasn't about to lift my hair up so they could see it.
"I'm a companion of Jack's." I said.
"Hang her too! I can't have people involved in piracy running around here!" Wig Master said.
Before I could make a move, officers had cuffs around my hands, and I was helpless. Except this time, Jack was also cuffed and had no way of saving me.
Yeah. Right. Jack always gets us out of things.
They began to move us towards the steps, but the woman Jack had saved stopped them.
"Wait! Pirate or not, this man saved my life. You cannot just hang him!" she said.
"Elizabeth, piracy is a crime." Wig Master said to the woman whose name was despisingly Elizabeth. The name was just too fancy for my likings. It made me want to throw up.
Well, it just so happens that Elizabeth made the wonderful mistake of standing too close to Jack and he flung his hands around her neck and demanded his things back. I watched as Elizabeth put all of Jack's guns back in their rightful places and his hat back on his head, where it belonged. He turned her around and aimed his pistol at the woman.
"Just one more thing," he smiled, "Let my sister go."
Wig Master looked as if he wanted to protest, but seeing as how he didn't want to see his precious Elizabeth's brains blown to pieces, he ordered his sorry excuses of guards to let me go.
Jack gave me a look and I understood what I was supposed to do. I fell backwards and started swimming as fast as I could.