A/N: For those of you who are asking- no I don't have the script. My best memory comes with visual-audio input. I have the ability to remember about 75% of something the first time I see it. That said- I am writing out the few scenes from the movie that coincide (example- Jack's intro) because I have a few friends who have not seen the movie who are reading this. It is unfair to make the assumption that they would understand where Captain Sparrow is coming from to just jump in. It's also not very good story telling to make assumptions that the readers will know everything the author does. Right?

Sorry, no Will in the chapter. Have to organize where we have Jack Sparrow first, but I assure you, we go back to Will in the next chapter (Will got his own two chapters in Ch1 and Ch2, seems only fair Jack can have his own ^_^ )

Ok. Enjoy. Thanks for everyone leaving comments, even if most are just "I love this, write more!" Better to know people are reading then to think they're not.

Until,

Ollie

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Devils and Black Sheep

By R.C. Carpenter

Chapter Four

"Shoot him!" Govoner Swann cried.

"Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Elisabeth asked as her father wrapped a jacket around her shoulders, hugging his daughter close to him.

Commodore Norrington thought a moment. A critical glare was upon his thin face, as he looked the man who had saved the life of the woman he cared for. A lot had happened today. Today, Captain Norrington became Commodore, one of the highest-ranking naval officers. Today, he had finally told his true feelings to the lovely Ms. Elisabeth Swann. Reaching the rank of Commodore made it plainly obvious to Norrington that of his goals in life, he was still lacking a proper marriage to a fine woman. Elisabeth, whom he had known since she was a young girl crossing from England, had grown to be a fine woman indeed.

When she had fallen into the bay, Norrington had been horrified. He had almost dove in after her, but the words that finally brought his sanity back about came from his first officer, Gillette. "Sir! The rocks!" he had called, holding his superior back from the edge. "It's a miracle she missed them!"

The procession of soldiers followed quickly after their Commodore as he rushed to the docks. He hadn't seen the sailor dive in for his beloved; he had only seen a strange man standing over Elisabeth, her corset in the hands of a guard, and her lovely dress no where in sight.

Something about the man, perhaps the fashion in which he was dressed- yellowed sailor's shirt and a dulled blue vest, faded red sash about his head and an equally tired looking white and red striped one about his waist, deep blue pants and rugged brown boots that came up to his knees. His hair was a mess of ruddy black-brown braids, strung in places with beads, feathers, marbles, and coins. A belt across his chest and midsection, several rings, and heavy amounts of kohl beneath his eyes… Norrington did not like the looks of this fellow. Not at all.

Keeping his leer in check, Norrington pulled on a blank masked. "I believe thanks are in order, then." He stuck his hand out to the questionable looking sailor.

The man hesitated with a wince before taking Norringont's hand like a man trying to grab hold of an electric eel.

When Norrington grasped his hand tightly and pulled the sailor forward sharply, the sting was felt. He shoved the sleeve of the shirt upwards and found what he had been expecting. Branded into the man skin was a capital P.

"Had a brush with the East India trading company, did we… pirate?"

Governor Swann was outraged. "Hang him!"

"Gillette," Norrington called. "Fetch the irons."

"Yes, sir!" Gillette ran off.

The Commodore pushed the sleeve up further when the saw the edge of a tattoo. On the man's skin was a bird flying past a sunset on the ocean. "Well, well," he said, quite pleased with himself. "Jack Sparrow is it?"

Jack smile winced again. "Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected.

Norrington was not impressed. "I don't see you ship… Captain."

"I'm in th'market… as it were."

"He said he was here to commandeer one of our ships," one of the guards Jack had weaseled his way past blurted out.

Norrington shot a harsh glare to Sparrow. "Is that so?"

"I told you he was telling the truth," the guard whispered to his comrade. He turned back to the Commodore. "These are his, sir!"

Jack reached a bit for his effects, but held back when he saw the dozen or so guns trained on him adjust to his movements.

Shifting quickly through the small bundle, Norrington listed off the items. He lifted a pistol. "No extra rounds, nor powder… A compass that doesn't point north…" He pulled Jack's sword from its sheath and smiled a patronizing smile when he heard the metal slide against the casing. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are, by far, the worst pirate I have ever heard of."

Jack raised his hands up, pointing. His voice was mellow and calm as he said, "But you have heard of me."

Several soldiers took hold of Jack and brought him to Gillette as he returned with fetters.

Elisabeth pushed her way to Norrington and stood between him and the pirate. "Commodore, are you really going to have this man hanged? He saved my life."

Norrington was staunch in his resolved. "A lifetime of sin is cannot be forgiven by one good deed."

Bitter, Jack retorted with, "Ah, but it seems enough to condemn him."

Norrington caught Jack's gaze and held it. "Indeed."

Gillette moved away from the now-shackled pirate. Seeing his moment of opportunity, Jack gave a sigh.

"Finally." He threw his short chains over the young woman's neck. Instantly, all weapons were aimed at Jack Sparrow and the governor's daughter.

"Don't shoot!" Governor Swann cried.

Jack knew that the tides had turned in his favor. With the Governor so close by and so unwilling to let harm befall his daughter, everything would work out perfectly. "My effects, Commodore."

The air of the dock was tense with apprehension. The Commodore held out the bundle of Jack's belongings. Whispering into the girl's ear, Jack asked, "Elisabeth is it?"

Elisabeth gritted her teeth. "It's Ms. Swann."

"Ms. Swann, if you'd be so kind."

She took hold of the bundle with a quick snatch. Jack turned her around in his arms, grinning thinly. "Now, Ms. Swann, if you'd be very kind."

Elisabeth shoved Jack's leather hat onto his head, fixing it roughly. She replaced his belt around his waist. The sword and pistol clanked together as she wrapped her arms around his back. Jack took the moment to rest his head above her shoulder. He smiled at Norrington and shifted his eyes to Elisabeth with a hungry stare before shooting back up to Norrington. His expression made Norrington ill, especially with his darling Elisabeth's arms around the scoundrel.

He could almost hear Sparrow's voice mocking him, I've got your girl, mate. What'r you going to do about it?

Elisabeth shoved Jack's remaining weapons in his belt and the pirate straightened up. "Easy on the goods, love," he warned, his voice husky and deep.

Ms. Swann stared up at Jack, her lips pursed in rage. "You're despicable."

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life; you saved mine. We're squared." Jack turned Elisabeth away from him again. "Gentleman! Milady…"

Jack stepped back carefully with Elisabeth. The guards delayed their instincts to move in time with him.

Jack continued. "You will always remember this as the day you almost caught… Captain… Jack… Sparrow!"

With a quick shove, Elisabeth found herself falling to the group of soldiers. Norrington caught her and passed her off to her father. Behind her, Jack Sparrow had set some rigging off, and was swinging from a rope high in the air.

"Now will you shoot him?" Governor Swann begged.

Norrington shouted, "Open fire!"

Bullets from the rifles sliced through the air beside Jack as he whirled above their heads. He landed a grip on a beam, hooked his chains over a rope, and zipped down to the road. He ran off into the town with the sound of Norrington's men hurrying after him.

He hid until he was certain that those chasing him had all gone by, and then ducked into a blacksmith's shop.

The shop was ill-lit, and smelled of fire, dirt, and wood. Off to the right, Jack spotted a donkey on some sort of mechanism. Setting down his hat, Jack looked around the shop for something to break his bonds.

A thunk made his pause in his search.

Carefully, cautiously, Jack approached the noise. There he found the blacksmith himself, sleeping soundly. A bottle, no doubt rum or whiskey, had fallen from his hands. Jack tapped him with one long, dirty finger. When the blacksmith gave no sign of waking, Jack turned away.

He turned back quickly, shouting, "Well!"

Still, the blacksmith slept soundly.

Without further delay, Jack went back to his search. He found a hammer and positioned the chains on a slab of steel. He slammed the hammer onto the links as best he could, and became frustrated when they didn't break.

After a moment of quick thought, Jack got an idea from the cogs that turned when, he assumed, the donkey pushed on it's harness.

He took a poker from the fire, gave it a once over and eyed the donkey.

The ass took off at once when he felt the red-hot metal against his rear end.

After hooking the chains in the wheel, Jack was free.

He slipped out of the blacksmith's shop and into an alley. From there, he went to the woods, and made his way back to the bay, careful to keep an eye out for any one who might be looking for him. He would wait in his hiding place until dark. When night fell, he would take that chance to commandeer the Interceptor.