Jack's POV:
"Show a leg, sailor!" a man, probably the quartermaster commanded, shoving me off my hammock and onto the cold floor of the ship. I had just been sleeping peacefully till he shoved me from good sleep.
"Aye sir!", I responded, shocked at my response as I became alert, "what?" I asked myself, still confused but standing up quickly. I grabbed a broom and walked toward the stairs to the main deck, running into a man behind me. As we walked I started talking.
"There's been a horrible mistake-" I said, turning slightly to talk to the man behind me.
"Keep moving" he said, ushering me to walk.
"I'm not supposed to be here" I said after a minute or two, rather being bumped slightly.
"Many a man's woken up at sea, no idea what, wherefore or why, no memory of the night afore, whence he signed up and drank away all his bonus money" he said, stopping behind me as I paused for a second.
"No, no, no. You don't understand, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, the original, the only!" I exclaimed, walking again.
"Scrum, and the pleasure's all mine. Now keep moving" Scrum said, introducing himself and once again ushering me to walk faster.
Me and Scrum were assigned to mop a spot beneath the main deck, near the stairway. "Scrum" I whispered, calling softly to him and nodding my head to come towards me. Scrum scooting his way over to me and stopped, his back turned to me slightly.
"Why is there a glass coffin?" I asked, nodding in the direction of a glass coffin nearby.
"Do I know look like the man in charge?" Scrum asked.
"Where am I?".
"Scuse me Cap'n Sparrow sir, I'd be right to welcome you to the world renowned ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge" Scrum said happily. My worst fear had stricken me, Queen Anne's Revenge is the pirate of all pirate's feared ship of Blackbeard.
"Blackbeard" I said in horror, leaning back slightly to grasp the name. After we were done mopping the floor we were sent above deck to scrub the main deck.
"He's a curious one" I said sarcastically as one of the ship's men had whipped one of the ship's crewmates, throwing him back onto the wet deck.
"He's been zombified" Scrum said quietly as the zombie turned to look at us.
"Eh?" I asked, curiously.
"Zombified", Scrum repeated, "Blackbeard uses them, all the officers are the same, makes them more compliant".
"And perpetually ill tempered" I added in, slightly scared by the zombie watching over us.
"Come on, scrub" Scrum said, ushering me to scrub again.
"Yes" I said blankly as I looked down at the deck as I scrubbed, not making eye contact with the zombie.
"Five days underway, at least" I said, helping with the ropes that my group of men was moved to.
"Aye. You can tell that by the smell of the sea?" Scrum asked, looking at me with a surprised expression.
I paused and looked at Scrum, "smell of the crew". I tied the ropes down at the end of the mast and looked up to find a man tied to the mast, his feet standing on a ladder rung, his face looking out over the sea. His arms were bound to his sides.
"Oy, what did that poor son do? And how can I make sure to not" I asked, standing up, still staring up at the man.
"Him? Jersey fellow. Always going on a back of load of mines" Scrum said as we stopped for a short break.
"Rival temper on this ship?" I asked, being handed a spoonful of water I drank my spoonful before continuing to work.
"A missionary is his story. What I heard was he got captured, rest of the ship got killed but not him, first mate making his premious standing with the lord", Scrum stepped closer to me, "first mate was sticking her neck out for some prisoner, ya don't say"
"First mate is a her?" I asked, shocked at this telling. There is never a damsel for a first mate.
"Back to work!" one of the officers growled.
Me and Scrum scurried to get back to work but I stopped and turned back to look at the captain's deck to see a woman standing facing the crew, I squinted my eyes and saw...Angelica! A second woman came out, this one slightly smaller and a few years younger looking than Angelica
Dominique's POV
"Steady as she goes" Angelica commanded as she watched out over the crew.
"Angelica?", I asked, looking up at Angelica, "who is that?" I pointed down at a man staring up at us near the bow of the ship.
"That, dear Dominique is the original, the only, Captain Jack Sparrow" Angelica said, smiling at me.
"He looks different from what I have heard about him..." I frowned, still looking at Jack as he moved around on the ship, helping with the ropes.
"Si, I think that is one of his letdowns is that he is more handsome than they say" Angelica said, he voice soft and somewhat distant.
"Do you think he might talk to me sometime?" I asked curiously, turning to look at Angelica.
"He might, you are only one of two women on this ship, Jack is drawn to rum and women like a moth is to a flame" Angelica said, smiling.
"Are you going to go say hello to him?" I asked teasingly, smiling as I remembered Angelica's past with Jack.
"I will later, you are free to roam the ship, just be careful of the men on board" Angelica warned me, I nodded and climbed over the railing of the deck and climbed down, ready to explore.