A/N: I'm a bit lost on some of the dialogue from the movie. If anyone can help out with what they think they remember being said, do EMAIL me (DO NOT POST A REVIEW just to tell me what the lines are.) It ends in the middle of a scene, but I don't want the chapter to be too long. I'm also using this new perspective to show how the story is much different now that Will is a pirate and not a blacksmith.

Thanka and enjoy.

Until,

Ollie

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Devils and Black Sheep

By R.C. Carpenter

Chapter 3

The city of Port Royal was a Colonial fortress, settled on Jamaica, the central island in the warm Caribbean. Royal palm trees swayed beside coconut trees. Orchids were sprinkles over the hillsides with poinciana and flaming poinsettias. Hundreds of breeds of birds, lizards, and frogs sang to accompany the sea. The city's location was ideal for trading routes and, for Will Turner and his men, perfect picking for piratical expeditions.

Though the fortress, thought to be the safest place for the English settlers, had been attacked several times, but no band was foolish enough to get in the way of the fleet and the guns that guarded the bay. No one was foolish enough, because they couldn't outrun his majesty's royal ships, The Dauntless and The Interceptor. But The Black Pearl knew better.

They would wait until cover of darkness, when their arrival would cause the most confusion. Merchants, peasants, and any soldier not needed to make the rounds guarding the port would be fast asleep by then. The Black Pearl left no survivors, and to procure a King's ransom, her men would make no exception this time.

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All the men froze in their actions to stare with wide, incredulous eyes at the sight that was floating- sinking into Port Royal's harbor. A goat bucked in one of the sailor's arms, trying to climb aboard the ship he was being loaded into, and the men went back to work.

Captain Jack Sparrow stood with his back straight and his eyes ahead, never looking behind. With his right foot out, he waited for the dock to come to him instead of the other way around. His sinking dingy hit bottom and his stepped off with a little flourish, marching past the few people walking along the dock.

A voice called to him, "Hold up!"

Jack stopped and turned his body to face the man, uninterested in whatever it was the wig wanted to speak to him about.

"It's a shilling to tie your boat up at the dock," the older man said with a stuffy air, pulling out his registration booklet. "And I shall have to have your name."

A momentary set back, Jack didn't think twice as he slapped the money onto the book. "How's about three shillings, and we forget the name?"

The man debated the offer for a fraction of a second before giving a quick smile. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mister Smith."

Jack gave a fake smile, clapped his hands flat together, and bowed slightly before walking back off in his desired direction. He paused at a podium, took a quick glance at a leather pouch, and picked it up. Shaking it, he heard a few coins jingle together. With a shrug, he pocketed the pouch and continued on his merry way.

Sinking into the port, Jack had noticed two fine ships sitting like unsuspecting ducks in the water. With a critical eye, Jack had decided that one of them would work well enough for his self-serving escapade, and now wound through the streets of Port Royal to where one of the ships was docked.

He sauntered down the steps and was not surprised to find himself face to face with two Colonial guards, pride of the King's Navy as it were. "This dock's off limits to civilians!" one cried out.

"If I find any, I shall inform you at once" With that, Jack moved back towards his mission.

Once more, the guards stepped in front of him with a flurry.

Sensing that the two were not going to just let him hop onto the ship and commandeer it, Jack had a thought. "Seems there's a big high toned and fancy to do up at the fort," he purred, hoping to appeal to the men's sense of pride. "How is that two upstanding gentlemen like y'selves did not warrant an invitation?"

The two guards seemed taken aback, but only for a moment, before they recalled their assigned duty. "Some one has to stay here and make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians."

"Ah, yes." Jack pondered a bit further. "But it seems that one over there makes this one look a bit less worth guarding."

"It's true, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, but there's none what can match the Interceptor as far as speed."

A sparkle lit in Jack's eyes. Oh, they really had walked into this one, hadn't they? "I know one," he said, pretending that the name had suddenly come to him from nowhere. "Supposed to be nigh uncatchable…" He paused for effect, hoping he had lured the men in, and then said, "The Black Pearl."

The chubbier guard gave a smug laugh. "Well, there's no real ship what can match the Interceptor."

The guard's companion turned to him, staring blankly. "Black Pearl is a real ship."

The chubby guard snickered. "No it's not."

"Yes it is. I've seen it."

With a harsh glare, the first guard asked, "You've seen the ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil hell itself spat him back out?"

The second thought a moment before replying. "No… But! I have seen a ship with black sails."

"Ah, so you're saying that no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil, but has black sails could possibly be the Black Pearl and therefore it couldn't possibly be any other ship? Is that what you're saying?"

The second smiled. "No."

"Right. There's no real ship," he said and turned back to Jack, "that can match the Interceptor…"

His voice trailed off when he saw that the man he had been speaking with was no longer there. The two guards took a brief scan of the area and saw the man standing aboard the Interceptor, his hands lovingly on the wheel.

"Hey!" they called to Jack.

Jack looked up from the wheel, distracted from a daydream.

"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate!"

"I'm sorry," Jack admitted. "It's just, it's such a pretty boat."

As a quick after thought, he corrected himself, "Ship."

"What's your name?" one of the guards asked.

"Smith!" Jack replied promptly. "Or Smithy, if you like."

The guards didn't seem fooled. "All right, Mr. Smith, what is your business in Port Royal?"

"Yeah!" The other chimed in. "And no lies!"

Jack smiled, his gold teeth glinting in the sunlight. "All right, I admit it. It is my intention to commander one of these vessels, pick up a crew in Tortuga, and rape, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."

The pirate grinned wider.

The thinner guard looked frustrated. "I said no lies!"

His comrade said, "I think he's telling the truth."

"How can you tell?"

"Or perhaps," Jack joined them, "He knew you wouldn't believe him even if he told you?" He winked.

Jack stepped away from the wheel and began to spin a tale of one of his adventures to distract the men from his previous affirmation. He told them how he had come to Port Royal. A few months ago he had run ashore of what appeared to be a desert island, and how the inhabitants had taken him to their chief. After accepting a challenge, Jack had beaten the barbarian, and was made chief in his own right. He was about to tell the guards how he had then left the island after naming a new chief, to return to his life's quest, when a great splash caught all their ears.

"Elisabeth!" came the cry from above.

Jack looked to the guards. "Will you be saving her?"

"I can't swim!" the chubby guard admitted.

Jack turned to the other, who shook his head. He grumbled, "Pride of the king's navy you are."

Quickly, wasting no time, the pirate captain removed his hat and belt, which held his sword, compass, and pistol, and shoved them into the guard's arms. "Do not lose these," he demanded. He thrust his jacket into the other man's arms, stepped up onto the rail, and dove with all the grace of his family namesake.

The girl hit the bottom of the bay. Mustering all his strength, Jack pushed off the sand and pulled the young woman to the surface. He gasped, choking in a breath, but a moment later the two began to sink.

Jack looked to the dress that the woman was wearing. A quick jerk tore the fabric away, and it sank slowly back into the clear waters.

The two guards made their way to the dock where Jack pulled the girl ashore.

"Not breathing…"

Jack pushed the guards aside. "Out of my way."

He flicked his knife up the length of the salmon-colored corset constricting the girl's chest. The corset fell apart and the girl began to breathe instantly. Jack tossed the woman's garment into the hands of the thinner guard.

"I never would have thought of that," said the chubby one, staring in amazement.

Jack lifted his gaze. "Clearly you've never been to Singapore."

As Jack inspected the young girl, to make sure she wasn't hurt, he heard heavy boots approaching the scene and unfortunate words.

"Keep your guns on him."