Chapter 1: Ten years later (Jewel)
Jewel Sparrow lay on her hammock on Shadow Island, her eyes open, one leg hanging off the swinging bed. On her stomach a small animal is curled up. This small creature is Jewel's monkey, Maika. She was thinking about nothing in particular.
Although no one knew, Jewel Sparrow was a pirate, which could be easily given away by the "P" burned into her right arm. She could also easily be identified as a Sparrow by the tattoo above the "P" of a sparrow flying above an island. She and her brother, Jack, both got one just before Jack acquired the Black Pearl ten years before. She covered these marks up with her long-sleeved, dark blue shirt, which the sleeves went about three inches past her fingertips and the shirt itself was like a short dress on her. Over this she wore an ankle length, sleeveless, grey duster that was made of a thick material. She wore brown, baggy pants, with a belt from which hung her change bag, her sword, and her pistol. Her hair was dark brown and had numerous hair wraps, beads, and braids in it. She wore a bandana on her head that covered half of her forehead, the whole top, and ties behind her head. On her feet were brown leather shoes that were extremely comfortable. Standing at 5'6", she was about three inches shorter than her brother. She had dark brown, tantalizing eyes that were almost hypnotizing. Her voice was soothing to listen to, and she always smelled of a mix between rum (which she always drank) and strawberries (which she always ate).
As the shadows of the trees around her grew longer, Jewel grew more and more restless. It had been ten years since she'd seen Jack, and she missed him terribly. She missed being on the Pearl. She could sit on the side of the ship and stare off into space, feeling the wind blowing in her face. There was a certain freedom about being on a ship that she absolutely loved. She didn't like being cooped up on a island for so long. Jewel closed her eyes, and soon enough she fell asleep.
A couple of hours later, she was awaken by the sounds of screaming and cannons going off. She jumped off her hammock, making sure Maika was okay, took the hammock down as quickly as she could, shoved it into her bag, which had some food, rum, an extra clothes in it, and threw it over her shoulder. She called to Maika, who scrambled up her shoulder, and ran towards the screaming. If that's what I think it is, I should either be very happy or quite scared. She thought. As she got to the other side of the island, her thoughts were confirmed. Floating just offshore was the Black Pearl. And standing on shore, tall and proud, was Jack Sparrow.