This story takes place after the events of the first potc it could have taken place after he was sent to davy jones locker or after the third movie but i cant handle that much cast or that much crew so this story will have to follow jack as he makes himself infamous in the world of onepiece-onepiece belongs to oda, Jack the character and Potc belongs to disney I own nothing.
Jaack, jack, wake up jaaack, jack was having a pleasant dream laying on a piece of driftwood on a beach where he finally found the pearl,recounting his memory he'd been partying with gibs and the rest of the crew having a party or drinking past the point of drunkenness.
Sniff sniff jack smelled something hitting his sense, ah the sea a beautiful and vast body of water streaching for eternity in each direction. He felt heavy headed, no the smell was vastly different than the sea he'd known. jack felt different his head was enormously heavy and he smelled terrible where was he learching trying to up right himself up feeling strained as his bearings returned to him.
A beach, a beach with no ship in sight where's my ship. stumbled jack as he searched the four cardinal directions of this, that, and that, which ever ways.
Jack knew that his crew wouldn't have left him and do what that slimy mutinous scaly stray backstabbing cur had done to have left him to die here right. They hadn't taken any of his effects his compass was still here. he felt fine in the i really gotten passed out drunk sort of way.
Jack checked his pockets, opened his compass which had been a gift given to him from a sea witch called tia dolma, which when opened points to the thing you want most but for jack that which he wanted most was direction of the crew or what could be said to mean the black pearl.
nothing, the compass starts rapidly spinning. eventually he shuts it as jack thoughts strayed pointing to out into the sea.
aww bugger...