A.N.- Sorry it's taken me sooooooo long to update.I just started to write this chappy yesterday. My gravest apologies! Oh, and nobody can recreate jack sparrow, so just imagine him being,,, captain jack sparrow whenever he says or does anything.
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,." Sang jack sparrow, as he threw yet another emptied rum bottle overboard, "Drink up me 'earties yo ho."
"You've got to stop singing that song mate." said a voice from below his boot. Jack jerked his leg away immediately and picked up the miniature of himself, placing it on the rail of the boat.
"You again."
"'Course mate. Count on it whenever the rum's gone." Captain Jack Sparrow sighed.
"Yes, and a lot of good it did me." At that moment he pushed himself out of his horizontal position, and gazed over the edges of his little dinghy. Four bottles of rum littered the sand below alongside chunks of wood which once resembled the mast of his puny boat.
"You're still stuck 'ere then eh?" Jack grunted in reply. "Fancy that. You've got to get back on the move mate." Jack sighed yet again.
"Where exactly do you reckon I go?"
"haven't a clue mate. Somewhere with rum, wenches, and a better ship… boat… thingy."
"Aye… and which direction do you suppose I could find all that?"
"Compass!" shouted a voice from behind his ear. Another little jack swung down by his dreads to stand beside the other miniature.
"Brilliant idea! Let me know when you find it!" said Jack . The two small jacks looked about, but could not find the compass among all the wreckage on the beach.
"Hhm," said the first miniature jack, "You better start lookin mate."
The real Jack stood up, rather drunken and disgruntled, an grunted as he lifted on of the hundreds of pieces of wood from the littered beach.
"What happened to that Gibbs bloke?" piped up the second mini-Jack.
"Good question, but he's not here is 'e? You know where he is though? Probably in Tortuga right now in'e? Sittin' next to a bottle of rum eh? Surrounded by females and telling some pathetic story about sea turtles or something. Oh yes, heaven forbid ol' Jack get a hand! No more rum left for Captain Sparrow eh?" and the shipwrecked captain rambled on like that for a long time.
"Captain! The Pearl's dead ahead!" Will ran to the bow of the ship where he laid eyes on black sails.
"Smith, grab the gang-plank! Potter, hoist the white flag!" Elizabeth walked up behind Will.
"Don't bother!" she said to the crew. "There's no need Will. We can just materialize onto the ship."
"Oh, aye." He said, giving his wife a sly smile. She blushed and disappeared. Will followed suit and appeared beside her on the deck of the Black Pearl.
A few men seamed scared of the Turners. The world knew that Davy Jones had been killed, but few knew that his successors did not share his cruel goal. Many still cowered in fear of the Flying Dutchman.
Some people on-board recognized Will and Elizabeth. Pintel, Ragetti, Marty, Mullroy, Murtog, and cottons parrot were happy to see them again. Cotton at the helm gave a cordial nod in their direction. Elizabeth was very glad to see them as well, but she kept her composure. When Pintel cried "Why 'ello poppet!" she held her shoulders high and stated with a tone of authority
"We seek the aid of Mr. Gibbs. Is he among you?" At this the crew subsided. Nobody wanted to tell the captains of the Flying Dutchman that they had committed mutiny upon Jack Sparrow, the man responsible for saving Will's life, and Gibbs. Even if they had been friends with the immortals before. When nobody answered Elizabeth, she spoke again "Mr. Gibbs. Where is he?"
"He's not here Mrs. Turner." Said a gruff voice. They looked to the captain's chamber and saw Barbossa standing in the door frame.
"What do you mean?" asked Elizabeth.
"Probably in Tortuga where we left him."
Will did not like the sound of that. Why was Barbossa addressing them? Jack was captain… right? "Where be Jack?"
At this Barbossa gave a little chuckle. "Who knows mate? Probably off in the little dinghy we left him in at port." This statement was followed by a harharhar from Barbossa and a few muffled grunts from the crew.
"Mutiny?" inquired Will. Oh dear. Not again. Not Jack.
"Well, I 'spose that's one harsh way of lookin at it."
"So Gibbs isn't here? We need to speak with him" asked Elizabeth.
"Sorry but no. Left him with Jack that drunken old badger. Why do you care anyway?" said Barbossa in a slighty rude manner.
"Watch your tone Barbossa. You know what we are." Elizabeth smiled. That last comment seemed to have changed something small in Barbossa for a minute. But then he laughed.
"I haven't to fear you. I married ya. That would be quite unkind and quite ungrateful of ye."
"True," sighed Will, "but I'd still be careful if I were you." Barbossa sneered.
"What is it ya want then? Why do ya need to talk to Mr.Gibbs?"
"I suppose it's not just Gibbs," said Elizabeth, "just someone who knows about pirate legend."
"I'm not daft!" replied Barbossa, "Ask me anthing ya need." Will and Elizabeth were slightly surprised at this. They hadn't thought of Barbossa being able to help them. They did trust Gibbs a bit more, but, as curious and concerned parents, they had to know about their son.
"Yes, Could we have a private word?"
A/N 2- ok, yes, it's a short chapter, and not very much happens, but we're introduced to captain jack!!! How did I do on the characters? I'm sorry it took me so long to update. It's not fair for you. I've been really busy since I got back from my trip. And I can't promise that updates will be frequent, so if you like this story, please add it to alert! Sorry. I'm not abandoning it though. Opinions, suggestions, praise, flames.
Your loyal author,
kahbou
