Chapter 2- Connections
She must have been barely of age, although she probably looked a lot younger than she really was. As they walked arm in arm to the tavern, Jack caught a smell of Sarah's hair. True, people rarely shower these days, but her hair smelled wonderful. 'I wish I could say that about mine.' thought Jack as he chuckled aloud.
"What was that about?" asked Sarah.
"Nothing my love, nothing."
When they entered the tavern, Jack spotted some old friends and they quickly chatted, seeing as Jack was anxious to get back to Sarah.
"Well, ma' love, what are 'ye doing in a place like Tortuga?" asked Jack over a glass of rum.
"Well, I was abandoned here a few years back, after my father died. He was a great pirates, like yourself. Have you heard of my father, John Knowles?"
"Why yes, 'ma love, I have heard of him. I've heard of him quite a bit."
"How is that Jack?"
"We go back ma' love, but lets save the stories for later, savvy?"
" What ever ye say Jack."
"Let's toast, to freedom, the Black Pearl, and to you, ma love."
"Well said."
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She had never imagined Captain Jack Sparrow to be this handsome. She didn't know what it was about him, maybe it was the eyeliner, his dreadlocks, or maybe just HIM. He was the most charismatic person she had ever met. She had already fallen for him, and his charm.
'I wonder how he knows my father...' thought Sarah.
Her father was a famous pirate that sailed the seas until he was killed at sea, two years ago. He had been the first mate of a ship, The Legacy, when the crew mutineered. He wasn't exactly ok with the idea, but he just stood back and watched it took place. Him being the first mate, he became the new captain. Just a few weeks after becoming the captain, his crew mutinereed yet again, only this time, it was against him.
Sarah had been on the ship at the time. The crew had taken her father and thrown him off the ship in the middle of the Caribbean, no where near an island. The crew took her and left her at their nearest port, Tortuga.