Title: Journey To The Past

Author: Ella Enchanted

Rating: PG-13 for now but will probably change later for violence.

Distribution: Sure. Let me know where it's going!

Summary: What was Jack's home life like? Did he have a loving family or girl? Read on to find out!

Disclaimer: None of these characters, places, etc. belong to me. They belong to Disney, ya da ya da ya da. I DO however own any character(s) that did not appear in the movie. Nuff' said? On with the show!

Author's Note: I'm STILL looking for a beta reader. If anybody's interested please email me at tinkerbellstoyshoppe@yahoo.com It's that time of the month again……just kidding. It's that time to thank all the bitchin reviewers who have taken the time to read and appreciate my story. I LOVE YOU ALL! They are:

Pirate girl- Tell your monkey I said thanx! And the Lucie/Jack reunion chpt will be up shortly.

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Arabella- Thank you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much for being an addict of my story. I'm so goddamn flattered. My fingers are a little tired from work but oh well.

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Journey to the Past

Chapter 3: You Clean Up Real Perdy!

            Captain Jack Sparrow starred back at his reflection in the tiny, dirty mirror hanging on his cabin wall. He looked down at the razor blade in his hand with great disdain. He placed it back down on the small table and started stirring his crème mixture in his shaving cup. After a minute or so the shaving crème was ready. He started untying the two small braids of his beard and placed the beads in the drawer of his nightstand. 'I'll save them for later.' Turning around to the mirror again his heaved a sigh and started rubbing the crème on his beard generously. After his face was completely covered he picked up the razor with a shaky hand. He lifted his head up and placed the cold steel against his warm neck ready for the oncoming strokes. 'I can't do it!' He dropped the razor and started wiping the crème of his face with his small hand towel. Rinsing it clean with some water he grunted and studied his beard in the mirror again. 'Maybe if I just brushed it all together instead the two braids. I can easily reweave them again.' Smiling with satisfaction he started brushing it together with his hands. He heard his door open and Gibbs' pudgy face peek around the doorframe.

            "Are ye almost done?"

            "No, I'm not shavin' off me beard! It'll be fine like this." He stood back and looked at himself but realized he still looked the same. Frowning he untied the red bandana and placed it in the drawer with the beads. "Now what to do with this hair?"

            "Well, first thing, ye gotta take out all of them beads and trinkets."

Gibbs sat down and started helping Jack unbraid the mass and remove every single bead. It took them a good hour to do it, but they finished with a tired sigh and sat down to examine their work. Jack's black hair was frizzed out all around him, which gave him a very Cro-Magnon look. It definitely needed to be thinned out a bit. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Joshamee picked up the scissors and grabbed a handful of the hay like tresses. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Jack cried, "Be careful Gibbs! It took me years to grow all that."

"I'll do me best. Just close yer eyes and ye won't feel a thing." Jack cringed at the crisp sound of the scissors closing in on him. "Yer hair's as thick as molasses."

"Shut it. Just finished would ye?"

It was all over. 'And so is my life' Jack inwardly cried in anguish. Huge mountains of black fur carpeted the wooden flanks. Gibbs finished his job by tying Jack's long, and now thinner hair back with a bit of brown, leather string. He looked over his handy work and smiled with a sense of pride. He'd managed to contain the wild hair that wanted to fly about by putting a lot of oil in it. Jack finally turned around and opened his eyes. When he saw himself he nearly shit a brick. "I look like that bleedin' Turner boy! How much of that oil did ye use?"

"I had to. How else was I supposed to make it stay down? Besides, it'll wash out. An' with yer dry hair it couldn't hurt it neither." Gibbs bent down and started wiping away the heaps of hair. "Cheer up! In a couple o' months it'll grow back. Then ye can redo yer hair. Now ye best be putting on yer new clothes. We're closing in on the port and we'll be there in less than a half hour. Oh, before I forget. Where am I supposed to go while yer gone? Ye haven't said a word 'bout what ye want us to do fer a whole month while yer gone."

"That's because I want to make an announcement if front of the crew, savvy? Now go so I can get dressed." Closing the squeaky door behind him Gibbs sauntered to the upper deck leaving the Captain to his thoughts. Taking a huge sigh Jack picked the brown box off of his bed and opened it to reveal his new clothes.

Inside lay one brand new, pristine white dress shirt with it, accompanied a cravat of the same style. 'I'll be damned if I'm going to wear a frilly cravat while I still live and breath.' He balled it up and tossed it over his right shoulder. He continued removing the contents of the box. A pair of black breeches and a new pair of leather boots that were shockingly similar to the ones he was currently sporting. He also found a long black waistcoat with tails that extended to mid calf, and a royal blue, velvet vest. 'Well, this outfit seems hauntingly familiar.' He looked at the outfit sprawled across his bed and thought of how it reminded him of the same outfit he wore the last time he saw Lucie fifteen years ago. 'Well let's get dressed then.' With that he started at the task at hand.

"Look, alls I'm saying is that he's completely lost his mind. I mean really. Abandoning his crew fer a whole month, while he goes off an' gets himself completely sloshed and probably arrested, then hung." Anna Marie huffed as she steadily moved the wheel of the ship back and forth.

"Listen, Anna. He's doin it so we can reap all the benefits. Think of all the gold we'll have by then. He's got one month to steal as much as he can. One month! That's plenty o' time to easily make us millionaires. Picture it," He held up his hands while he stated the last part. "A nice new set o' sheets to sleep in. A warm meal on yer stomach. Barrels of Rum."

"And a new ship." Anna Maria grinned as she gazed out at the horizon imagining the possibilities of such riches.

"A new ship." He repeated patting her on the back. They turned around at the sound of Jack's silky voice.

"A new ship? But, who would want to leave the Black Pearl?" Bounding up the stairs he came and stood in front of the two pirates.

"Wow, Jack. You clean up real perdy." Anna laughed as she pinched his cheek in a condescending manner. Slapping away her hand he rubbed the sore spot and glared at her. While he was dressed like an aristocrat he certainly didn't feel like one. Grimacing he pulled at the seat of his pants that were riding up his butt. 'Mental note; buy bigger breeches.' He looked down at himself more clearly now that he stood in the sunlight. He smiled haughtily at the sight of how the breeches clung to his ripped thighs and enhanced his best features, his calves (I know what you were thinking you dirty reader, you!). One could see his muscular arms bulging out from the lengths of the sleeves especially when he moved them about. He mentally thanked himself for not dawning the cravat for it surely would have been as hot as Hades. He did, however, love the boots. He just needed to break them in a little. On the whole though, he looked pretty dashing if he didn't mind saying so himself. It wasn't his particular style but he still pulled if off.

"Well, let's just hope he be perdy enough fer the likes o' his dear mum and dad. Or they'll toss him back out like a stray cat." He smiled at Jack and went to drop the anchor.

"Why are we stopping so far from port?" Anna looked back and forth from Jack to Gibbs as she let go of the wheel. Placing her hands on her hips she looked expectantly at the two.

"Because Jack can't show up on a pirate ship, genius. I don't think that would set well with the two." Gibbs finally having untangled the rope let go of the anchor.

"Well, how's he gettin to port then?"

"Life boat." Jack simply stated as he brushed off his jacket one last time. "And nobody has bothered to compliment me on me vocabulary." He frowned and corrected himself, "My vocabulary."

"You better not slip up, Jack. Cause we ain't willing to come save yer sorry ass a second time." Anna helped him lower the life boat.

"Gibbs, gather the crew around so I can make my final announcements."

After everyone had been rounded up from their tasks Jack stood on the railing holding on a rope and addressed the crew.

"Men, as you all know I'm going to England for a month. But in that month's time I will pillage, plunder, rifle and loot till I think we have enough to set us up for a reasonable amount of time. However, none of you will receive a shilling of that booty unless you follow your new captain's orders." He solemly looked around at the faces of his crew. He laughed to himself as he saw the effect his speech had had on them. 'Just as I suspected, they're just as money hungry as the next man.'

"An' who be the new capt'n, capt'n?"

"Good question. Your new captain or captains I should say are none other than…." He could feel the anticipation built up around him. He liked it, the sick sadistic bastard that he was. "Joshamee Gibbs and Anna Marie."

"Him."

"Her." Shocked they both said this at the same time while pointing an accusing finger at each other.

"Yes, him and her." He smiled then looked confused but smiled again. "So, mind your captains while I'm gone. Cheerio." He said the last word in a mock aristocratic voice. He jumped down into the lifeboat and paddled off towards the shore. He took this alone time to pause and reflect about his journey that lay ahead of him. He finally declared himself officially insane for thinking he could pull off a scheme of this magnitude. He even considered pulling the boat around and almost did when a voice that uttered one phrase stopped him. It was Lucie's voice saying "Best friends forever." Then he suddenly thought back to the box that they had buried long ago and the conversation that took place, 'So when exactly do we open the box up again?', 'When one of us dies, or when one of us it to be wed. Which ever comes first.' Wrinkling his eyebrows he grunted, 'Insane. She probably doesn't even have the map anymore.' Frowning he started scolding himself 'Stop thinking such pansy ass thoughts. Just get through this month and we'll all be rich.' He looked up as he finally reached the pier.

When he reached the pier he tied up his boat and started tossing up his bag of belongings onto the deck. Hoisting himself up he picked up his things and headed towards the front of the shore when a hand placed on his shoulder stopped him. "Hold up there, you! It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock... and I shall need to know your name." He turned to face the short, pudgy dock master feeling the creepy sense of déjà vu crawl over him. Laughing he handed the man three shillings and said, "Jack Smith, or Smithy if you'd like." The man turned and started writing down in his log. While his back was turned Jack snatched up the coin purse and dashed off towards the crowd of people 'Works like a charm every time.'

Gazing around the mass of people waiting for other people or ships he searched for a familiar face. Scowling he was disappointed not to find anybody. He realized how stupid he must have looked standing there turning about in circles looking lost as a baby in a topless bar. He snapped out of his reverie when he heard his name being called or rather shouted out to him. Turning in that direction he spotted his mother frantically waving her handkerchief at him while tears streamed down her cheeks. Next to her stood his father beaming with pride at his only son. Slowly swaggering over to them like a drunk he tried to control the way he was walking. Failing miserably he smiled when he reached them and threw open his arms for a hug. "Mother!"

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Sorry to do that to y'all but I'm dead tired from work and I NEED sleep. I'll try posting the rest tomorrow. R/R please. I'll love you and your mother forever and ever! P.S.-If you couldn't already tell, I made up the names of all the ports. So if you truly are offended that I don't know the names of the ports than there a number of things you can do to help. They are; Bite my ass, use your imagination, go to therapy, take up a hobby, get a pet, get a life, f*ck off, or you can tell me a real port there and I'll consider revising it. Sorry, JK! Love y'all, l8tr!