"That you are, love." Will said, walking across the creaking wood. "Look on the bright side, we'll find Jack dead or alive." He chuckled nervously, and looked at the captain. "Cap'n!" he shouted. "Have you found land?" he asked.
"No." the captain said, looking nervously at his compass. His long black hair waved in the wind, and it was tied in braids and beads, similar to Jack Sparrow's. He wore pirate attire, and grew a mustache. He didn't look the least bit old, and looked extremely young. He steered the boat, "What's so special about this 'Jack Sparrow'?" he asked.
"He's my son." Clarisse protested.
"Let's not make a scene, love." Will said.
"Will you stop calling me 'love', WILL?" Clarisse asked, and made several rude comments about pirates.
"We could lengthen the song, love!" Will said in the distance.
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Clarisse shouted.
"So we're going on a big pirate adventure to save her son?" the captain asked.
"Well," Will said, preparing for a speech. "I was there when that boy was born. His mother died in childbirth, because she bled herself to death. Two prostitutes turned him in to Clarisse, where she raised him as if he was her son. I admire that woman… she's very pretty, and smart."
"That's a pretty sad reputation." The captain said, speaking of Jack, not Clarisse. (ha, ha, ha very funny)
"It's very similar to your own story, mate." Will admitted, drinking the last bits of rum in his bottle.
The captain's straight face soon turned serious and sad, recalling his past. He looked down at an apple, and growled. He threw the apple vigorously into the air, and watched it disappear into the sky.
"That's a waste of food, mate." Will annoyingly said, before he disappeared into his cabin.
"Jack Sparrow, huh?" the captain said.
Jack had cried himself to sleep that night, and his head was resting abnormally on the floor, so when he woke up the next day, there was a bruise. He covered it up with his accessory head-band, and he looked at his bandaged, injured arm, which looked twisted and possibly fractured or broken. He frowned down at it, mumbling, "How am I going to get out of here?" He was a prisoner here. He couldn't escape here. Hey, wait... there was one very important thing he had forgotten, mate... he's Captain Jack Sparrow.
That night, Jack prepared himself for his journey mentally. Even though he wore torn clothes, and looked like a beggar, he was ingenious as his father and Will Turner (Bootstrap, aye, that one) were. He knew how to escape, when to do it, and what to do after it. He had planned when the White Seal would possibly arrive, and hope that his fate chose him right. As he slept, he silently plotted in his head what his next move would be. Finally, that next morning, he awoke at the crack of dawn to the loud singing of either pirates or some form of English men from either Europe or America. At the sound, he instantly hopped to his feet, and looked out the window. Nothing there. Nervously, he peeked out the door to see that Anna-Marie again, and shivered at the sight of her, indeed. "What to do..." He pondered, and found a cane lying at the end of the room. "Hmm..."
"I see it!!" Clarisse shrieked, pointing at the Blue Mermaid, the ship Jack was contained in. "He's probably there!"
"I believe he is!" The captain said, steering the ship toward the other majestic ship, and purposefully nearly ramming into it to alert the dumbfounded passengers on-board. "Clarisse, please keep quiet. Bootstrap, help me plot our next move."
"Aye." Bootstrap Bill replied, hopping down from his usual spot, and they made several mental notes about the people and the ship. "Hmm..." he muttered, "I say we fire and terrorize the ship. Then it's ours after we wreck some havoc in it." He gave an annoying grin. "Sound savvy?"
"No." The captain replied, "There's one very important thing you forgot, mate..."
They looked at each other, and simultaneously said, "Where's Captain Jack Sparrow?"
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Jack was looking out the window to see that rare sight of a giant ship named the White Seal. "It's Bootstrap's ship!" He recalled from when he was little and Clarisse was shouting at that man, waving her fan around, or sometimes even slapping him when he teased her. "I'M FREE!" Just when he turned around and away from the window, a large cannonball had shattered the window. Glass and dust went everywhere. The cannonball made a huge hole in the wall, missing Jack by a few inches. Jack stared in utter silence, staying at that same frozen pose, at the sizzling cannonball that rested on the pile of rubble. The gentle salty breeze blew most of the smoke out the window. "Not good!" Jack exclaimed as he ducked for cover childishly (as he always does in the movies).
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"What do you propose we do?" Anna-Marie asked the captain of the Blue Mermaid.
"Aye, girl, we wait." He answered.
"But, Captain Barbossa --!"
"Do as I say, ye hear?" he sputtered. "They may be firing at us, but we won't attack in return. We've got the boy, and that's all we need."
"What do you need him for?" Anna-Marie asked.
"He has something I need." Barbossa sneered. "The map to a sacred treasure."
"Treasure?" Anna-Marie asked.
"Aye, treasure!" Barbossa exclaimed. "Heaps of it! Hordes of it! Piles of it! Chests of it!"
"How do you know that Jack Sparrow has this certain map?" Anna-Marie asked.
Barbossa grinned evilly and unrolled a map. "I found it in his pockets after we removed his clothing." That gold tooth shone in the air, and a certain familiar monkey crawled down his shoulder and chirped curiously at the map, looking up at his master and back down at the ripped map.
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"Wait!" Clarisse shouted at the captain. "Don't fire! What if we hit Jack!"
"We won't, dear." The captain said, shoving her back. "Bootstrap, attend to her!" He suddenly faced the enemy ship. "I have some business to attend to with this... Blue Mermaid."
"Aye!" Will said, gently grabbing Clarisse by the wrist and escorting her out of the captain's way.
"No!" Clarisse kicked and screamed. "No!"
"Please, m'lady." Will said. "You're making my job rather difficult."
"Good!" Clarisse shouted. "If it weren't for the captain's orders, I would attack you!"
"Ew…" Will thought out loud to the pictures that came to mind out of that.
"And I swear if you call me love again!" Clarisse shouted, elbowing Will, trying to break free from his grasp. "I'll --"
"Let's not, love." He said; just to see Clarisse's reaction.
She shrieked in anger, and kicked him there… he fell to the floor and she walked herself to the cabin, although not to wait like the captain suggested, to aim the cannons at the sails, avoiding hitting Jack at all costs. "This one's for kidnapping my son!" she shouted, and there was an enormous explosion as a huge cannonball actually hit ten people and knocked them clean off the ship. She muttered to herself the triumph of instant victory.
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"We're out of cannon, captain!"
Captain Barbossa looked to see the perfect cannonballs gone, obviously they used them up. He gave a worried, yet mean look and shouted, "Work to it, ye useless dogs!" he walked rapidly across the deck. "Stuff the cannons with anything we can afford to waste!"
"Of course…" young Anna-Marie said, and looked down at a pile of dirty silverware. "We don't need the dirty, filthy dishes, we need the clean ones!" she dumped a cannon full of silverware and shot it into the air, which caused it to rain silverware on the other ship.
On the other ship, they gathered the burnt, destroyed silverware fired from the enemy ship that was bombarded and terrorized on their own perfect ship, and fired it back at them, and this war went on for hours on end. The silverware became more and more destroyed to ashes, but this war went on nevertheless, and the British army boat didn't dare come near, but they laughed at the fact that the silverware turned from silver to brown to black to light gray ashes.
Jack was pinned to the wall by silverware. His only good arm was completely pinned by forks and knives, and so was his upper clothing. "This is impossible to get out of…" he muttered. "Wait. Nothing's impossible!" he gave an enthusiastic grin. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Maybe I'll have my first adventure ever!" He clenched his fist on his right hand, and with a loud groan, he broke his arm free from the silverware. "Alright!" he said, bending over and grabbing silverware. "Payback time."
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"What's that?" Will asked himself as he looked around, still stunned. He stood up and limped over to the starboard, and saw furniture being shot over to the White Seal. "Who would be dumb enough to throw furniture?" he thought, but his eyes widened. "Jack!" he limped over to the captain, shouting, "Captain! Captain! Jack's alive!"
"What?" the captain said, turning around to look at Bootstrap.
"Seriously!" Will shouted. "Remember your first adventure?" the captain nodded in reply. "Well, Jack's repeating it! He's firing furniture!" This made the captain laugh unbelievably loud.
"Oh, is he!" the captain asked in shock, still laughing.
"I swear he's a lot like you." Will grinned.
"Maybe…" the captain smiled.
Clarisse saw the flying furniture and recalled the days when Jack was mad as an adolescent 12-year-old. He often threw chairs at other people and shouted something gibberish at everybody. "Jack!" she shouted in shock, and with that, she flung her cannon around, and fell overboard purposely. "Jack, I'm coming!" she shouted, swimming hopelessly towards the ship that might run her over. "Mommy's coming, Jack!"
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"Continue fire!" Barbossa shouted.
"But, Captain!" one man shouted.
"Do as I say, ye rascal!" Barbossa shouted.
"We're out of wasted supply!" the man said in return.
Barbossa looked around to see a cleaned ship (except for the exploded silverware marks all over, which was their fault, I swear!). "What do we have left?"
"Food and water." The man replied. "We even threw our beds."
"Hmm…" Barbossa said. "WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT!?"
"Load the rotted food!" the sailors concluded.
"But... why are the beds gone?" Barbossa asked.
"ARRRGGGHHH."
"Cap'n." Anna-Marie said. "That was my idea..." Her eyes widened.
"AAARGGGHHH!!" Barbossa leaped into the air, and just about killed her from a heart attack in fright.
"Cap'n." a random sailor said. "That was my idea..."
"AAARRRGG --" Barbossa saw the joke. "Wait, what? AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!"
"What are you 'argh'-ing for?" the random pirate asked.
"My back hurts." Barbossa replied.
"Excuse me?" the man shouted.
"Ye heard me, scoundrel!" Barbossa shouted, chasing the man downstairs to the lower deck where the food was stored. "My back hurts, I'm going to the chiropractic or whatever he's called, and I'm going to die -- OF COURSE MY BACK DOESN'T HURT!!!" He shouted at the confused pirates. "We can afford to lose inedible food!" he then walked upstairs. "This is going to be a messy one, chums!" he shouted, and with a sudden change in attitude, he started laughing so hard that he nearly tipped over the whole ship with his wreckless steering.
(Am I the only one to find that hiliarious? HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!)
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"Did they see me?" Jack wondered, tilting his hips from side-to-side. "What's that?" he pondered, looking closely out the broken window to see something pink far away, and waving its arms around. "It's so familiar…" he said to himself, and took a closer look. "Oh! MOTHER!" he shouted, and jumped out the window.
"Man overboard!" Jack could hear as he swam helplessly, being swept towards her by the waves. "Mother!" he shouted, accidentally taking big gulps of what seemed toxic, sea water that stung his throat and eyes (Note: remember the furniture and silverware incident?). "Mother!" his voice started to become squeaky, and he was pulled under by the wave's pounding forces.
"Jack!" Clarisse shouted, with her dress floating everywhere, making it impossible for her to do anything but being swept away from Jack, while Jack was coming to her. "Jack!" she, too, got dragged under the water. She could feel sea water being pushed up her nostrils and her mouth opened to scream in pain from the salty sensation, but she gulped down large amounts of sea water, as well in the process.
Jack opened his eyes under the water, and found that it excruciatingly burned. He could see Clarisse's limp body sinking. He did not want that precious body to hit the bottom of the ocean and decay. He swam as fast as he could to her, and defied the waves and gravities. He suddenly could feel something slimy rub against him, and he saw sharks everywhere, circling around Clarisse, thinking that a seal had died or was dying. Jack embraced Clarisse and closed his eyes, hoping for the best, and what happened was that an orca swam over them, which frightened off the sharks. The orca took its attention toward the two limp bodies, and poked them. Jack looked at the orca in horror, and hugged unconscious Clarisse even harder, and he could feel that his breath had run out. The orca gently pushed them to the surface.
Jack gasped in air, but couldn't stay surfaced very long, and found one solution: to take off the weight. So he ripped off the dress from Clarisse's hips to the floor. He then was able to surface by himself. The orca unexpectedly circled around Jack and Clarisse, and it had a locket around its dorsal fin, and it patiently waited for Jack to take it. Jack took it, and it looked like it was made of gold rather than his biological mother's silver locket. "Where did you get that?" Jack asked the orca, looking down at the locket, and opening it to find that it was his father's locket. His eyes widened.
"Jack?" Clarisse softly moaned.
"Mother!" Jack exclaimed looking down at her, and looked back up... and where was the orca? Was there even one? No.
Jack hugged Clarisse and couldn't stop crying, and Clarisse hugged in return, and even she broke down into tears. "Clarisse!" Bootstrap Bill was at the edge of the White Seal's dock. "You okay?"
"Better than ever." Clarisse replied, wiping a few tears away. "I've got Jack with me. That's all that matters."
"Look out!" Jack exclaimed; dragging Clarisse under, fifty feet, and they looked up to see that the Blue Mermaid would've run over them, if they hadn't gotten out of the way. The White Seal and the Blue Mermaid were firing continuously at each other with rotten food. Jack and Clarisse resurfaced a little further out.
"Jack!" Clarisse exclaimed. "Your arm!"
"I'm fine, Mother!" Jack said. "Let's try to get back onto the ship!"
They both knew it was hopeless, and they shouted, but they were swept away by the ocean current, and Jack wasn't sure if Clarisse would survive.
"Just hang on, mom!" He said. "Hang on!"
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It was a long, horrifying night. The full moon was out still, and the clouds were black. The angry gray waters wanted Jack Sparrow and Clarisse Lotissa dead. They pounded as roughly as they could on them, hoping they'd tire out sooner or later. They were choking the water, and screaming out in pain simultaneously. "Mother!" Jack would scream, "Jack!" Clarisse would scream in return, and when the called each other's names, it was because that meant they had to hug each other tighter in order to stay together... even if they didn't make it alive.
It must've been deep into the night when Clarisse was losing her strength. "Jack!" she shouted, and her hands nearly letting go of his. The icy cold waters should've paralyzed them easily while it was daylight, but it didn't. "Mother!" She heard him shout in return. "Jack..." She said. "I'm not going to be able to survive this. You will! You're Captain Jack Sparrow! Please... Let go of my hand, and find a warm place for yourself."
"No!" Jack shook his head. "I won't let you die!"
She neither confirmed or denied that she would. "If we are ever to see each other again... I may not know it's you, and you may not know it's me... But I'll find you one day..." Tears filled her eyes, "Even if it's in death, we'll find each other again, right?"
"Right!" Jack shouted, nodding his head rapidly, tears streaming down his face. "I promise to find you!! Even if we're alive... and even if we're dead. I will come to you! I'll know where you are!"
"I know you will!" Clarisse said over the thundering waves. "Because I'll know where you are, too!"
They let go.
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A/N: SUSPENSE!! Sorry that it's so sad right now... I'm like really good at writing sad stories, and to me, this is the saddest chapter YET. Just wait until things get better, and when I review the actual movie, then you'll see how many links Jack has to people. He secretly knows each one of them from his adventrous past.
Jack: Yo!!
Me: O.o So you really can appear in people's fanfics... I always thought they were goofing off.
Jack: No, I'm real.
Me: Sweet...
Jack: ...
Me: Now what?
Jack: We dance?
Me: o.O
Jack: O.o
Me: o.o...
Jack: o.o...
Me: OKAY!!
Jack: O.O
Me: (dancing around because I'm bored)
Jack: o.o you dance funny.
Me: I don't care. (evil laughter)
Jack: o.o... Review my story!!!
Me: Heyyy, it's my story.
Jack: Mine! MINE!! MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!!!!
Me: O.o MIIINNEEE!!
Jack: MMIIIIINNNNEEEE!!
Me: x.x Review please.
Jack: MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(That's ok, Jack, we still love you, ha, ha...)
