On Familiar Tides

by OptimusPrime2017

Jack Sparrow isn't the only Sparrow anymore. Follow young Jack Sparrow Jr as he finds his way into pirate life. As for his father; old enemies and allies return to him in strange ways, either wanting to help him or really wanting to kill him. Will the Sparrow's be able to fight off this threat before they're the ones dead? LOOK FOR THE SEQUEL - A Sparrow's Quest!

21. Chapter 20: Far From Over

Okay, so just thought of a new name for the fanfiction. "On Familiar Tides" came up in my head, so I think I'll change it to that. From now on, "Pirate Blood" will be "On Familiar Tides"! So, yay. Enjoy chapter twenty!

Chapter 20:

Davy Jones just glared down at him, muttering under his breath. He raised his sword, ready to strike.

"So, that's a no, right?" Captain Jack asked, preparing himself.

"Today is the day that you die, Jack Sparrow." Jones declared, swinging his sword.

The captain thrust his up so that it intercepted the sword. He gave a cocky smile. "No, ye got that wrong. Not today, mate. Not today."

The sound of cannonfire made him jump slightly. The cannonball itself landed right in between the two of them. He swung his sword in rapid strikes at Jones, but the tentacled captain blocked each attack. He slashed back at him, only twice as hard. Captain Jack kept up with defending himself, but hardly. It was obvious that he'd lose if this battle continued. Maybe he could negotiate his way out of it?

He was caught off guard when Jones kicked him square in the chest, sending him crashing into the nearest tree trunk. The winning pirate turned to see that his crew was struggling against the Pearl and Dragon's men. He'd lost about one-fourth of them already. Jones sighed, obviously deciding to spare the rest of them.

"Fall back to the boats!" He roared. Then he turned to glare at Captain Jack as he got up. "This isn't over, Jack Sparrow."

The captain nodded in agreement. "Yer right, it isn't."

He stumbled over to young Jack's side as they watched Davy Jones and his crew board the rowboats, heading back for the Dutchman.

"At least we broke the curse for that thing to go underwater." He mumbled to himself.

The crew boarded the large ship and it slowly began to sail away. Gibbs ordered the two crews' worth of men that they had to start tending to wounds immediately. Then he came over to him.

"Ye alright, Captain?" He asked.

"Aye. Not even scratched, really, mate." Captain Jack told him. "This is far from over."

The First Mate nodded in agreement. "Aye, I can tell. What's our next move, Jack?"

"Once everyone is fit to go, we'll travel for an hour into the trees. Then, we rest." He decided.