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Dear Disney and other who worked on PotC, I'm just borrowing your plot bunnies and a few characters. Don't worry; you'll get most of them back. I can't be to sure on how soon you'll get Mr. Turner back though. How about I give you all the others back and we'll bargain for what you want in exchange for him. He is far too hot to give back. Yours Truly Professor Weasley
It had only been a few hours but Rebecca had sailed far enough out to see that she saw no sign of any land on the horizon. She had given up rowing and was now laying on her back, on the bottom of the boat looking up at the cloudless sky. She still couldn't believe that her father was gone. Even more so, she couldn't believe that she had just left the home in which she was born and grew, or at least began to grow up, in. As the sun began to set, the winds blew a cool breeze, making her shiver, so she wrapped her father's coat around herself and dozed off in the middle of the sea.
~*~
As Jack Sparrow sat on the far end of the beach on Tortuga Island watching the sun set, he took another swing of his bottle of rum. Memories of what he had just gotten back from came flooding back as the ocean reflected the sun's red hue. Getting thrown off his own boat and being betrayed by his crew and some he thought were his "friends".
He chugged the rest of his bottle and threw it into the sea. He loved the sea. Sailing on its gigantic waves, the breeze in his hair, the women he'd meet at the towns he pillaged, the gold. But most of all, he loved his ship. The feel of the wood as he's steer his massive ship to the horizon, in search of adventure.
He stood up, swaying as he always did, and was just about to walk to the town for another drink when he saw something wash up on shore further down the beach. He slowly turned and saw a small mast, connected to an equally small ship. Curiosity and the prospect of finding something valuable lured him down the beach the look into the boat.
Once he reached the little boat he looked inside and found a large bundle of clothing with an open bottle of water next to it. On the bundle's other side were a few closed bottles of rum. Jack grinned at the site of more of his favorite drink and reached out to grab it. As his hand pressed against the bundle while gripping the bottles he heard a soft moan. Raising his eye brow, not sure what to expect, he grabbed the edge of the top cloth and pulled it off the bundle and found, not more clothing or blankets, but a small girl.
His crouched there, on the side of the boat in a stunned silence. A small girl had just washed up on shore in a tiny boat with nothing but water, a few bottles of rum (which seems rather odd) and clothes. Jack had never been in such a situation. As a breeze swept about the beach, the girl moaned softly again and began to open her eyes. Jack leaned in and she saw his face and sat up abruptly.
For a few minutes they sat in silence as she stared at him wide eyed, and he met hers with a similar stare. After ten minutes she broke the silence. "Um. where am I?"
"Tortuga. You've washed up on Tortuga."
She sat there absorbing the information, which really meant nothing to her except that what she had seen earlier that day was real. Her father was dead. Her home was gone. She was on her own. It was not just a horrible dream.
"Who are you?" she asked eying him as she slowly backed away. From his appearance she knew he was a pirate.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." He noticed that she was backing away from him into a corner of the boat. "Are you alright, lass?"
"Yes I'm fine." Her quivering voice contradicting her words.
"I'm not gonna hurt yeh." He held his hand out to her, looking into her faded blue eyes. She eyed his hand then took it and slowly lifted herself to her feet. She wasn't to sure on how safe going along with this pirate would be, but then again, if he wanted to hurt her he would probably have already done so. "So what's yer name, lass?"
"Rebecca."
"Pretty name." She reached down to pick up her small bag and climbed out of the boat. "I take it, that you have nowhere to go, being that I found you in a washed up boat."
Rebecca nodded her dirty blond head without a word.
"Well, I guess I can 'elp you out then. Now this isn't exactly a place for a young lass such as yerself."
"That's all right, sir. I don't have much of a choice here now do I."
"True. I do have a room in the inn. It'll do fer now I hope."
"It will. Where else would I go?"
Jack smiled down at her as they began to walk up the beach and towards the town.
Dear Disney and other who worked on PotC, I'm just borrowing your plot bunnies and a few characters. Don't worry; you'll get most of them back. I can't be to sure on how soon you'll get Mr. Turner back though. How about I give you all the others back and we'll bargain for what you want in exchange for him. He is far too hot to give back. Yours Truly Professor Weasley
It had only been a few hours but Rebecca had sailed far enough out to see that she saw no sign of any land on the horizon. She had given up rowing and was now laying on her back, on the bottom of the boat looking up at the cloudless sky. She still couldn't believe that her father was gone. Even more so, she couldn't believe that she had just left the home in which she was born and grew, or at least began to grow up, in. As the sun began to set, the winds blew a cool breeze, making her shiver, so she wrapped her father's coat around herself and dozed off in the middle of the sea.
~*~
As Jack Sparrow sat on the far end of the beach on Tortuga Island watching the sun set, he took another swing of his bottle of rum. Memories of what he had just gotten back from came flooding back as the ocean reflected the sun's red hue. Getting thrown off his own boat and being betrayed by his crew and some he thought were his "friends".
He chugged the rest of his bottle and threw it into the sea. He loved the sea. Sailing on its gigantic waves, the breeze in his hair, the women he'd meet at the towns he pillaged, the gold. But most of all, he loved his ship. The feel of the wood as he's steer his massive ship to the horizon, in search of adventure.
He stood up, swaying as he always did, and was just about to walk to the town for another drink when he saw something wash up on shore further down the beach. He slowly turned and saw a small mast, connected to an equally small ship. Curiosity and the prospect of finding something valuable lured him down the beach the look into the boat.
Once he reached the little boat he looked inside and found a large bundle of clothing with an open bottle of water next to it. On the bundle's other side were a few closed bottles of rum. Jack grinned at the site of more of his favorite drink and reached out to grab it. As his hand pressed against the bundle while gripping the bottles he heard a soft moan. Raising his eye brow, not sure what to expect, he grabbed the edge of the top cloth and pulled it off the bundle and found, not more clothing or blankets, but a small girl.
His crouched there, on the side of the boat in a stunned silence. A small girl had just washed up on shore in a tiny boat with nothing but water, a few bottles of rum (which seems rather odd) and clothes. Jack had never been in such a situation. As a breeze swept about the beach, the girl moaned softly again and began to open her eyes. Jack leaned in and she saw his face and sat up abruptly.
For a few minutes they sat in silence as she stared at him wide eyed, and he met hers with a similar stare. After ten minutes she broke the silence. "Um. where am I?"
"Tortuga. You've washed up on Tortuga."
She sat there absorbing the information, which really meant nothing to her except that what she had seen earlier that day was real. Her father was dead. Her home was gone. She was on her own. It was not just a horrible dream.
"Who are you?" she asked eying him as she slowly backed away. From his appearance she knew he was a pirate.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." He noticed that she was backing away from him into a corner of the boat. "Are you alright, lass?"
"Yes I'm fine." Her quivering voice contradicting her words.
"I'm not gonna hurt yeh." He held his hand out to her, looking into her faded blue eyes. She eyed his hand then took it and slowly lifted herself to her feet. She wasn't to sure on how safe going along with this pirate would be, but then again, if he wanted to hurt her he would probably have already done so. "So what's yer name, lass?"
"Rebecca."
"Pretty name." She reached down to pick up her small bag and climbed out of the boat. "I take it, that you have nowhere to go, being that I found you in a washed up boat."
Rebecca nodded her dirty blond head without a word.
"Well, I guess I can 'elp you out then. Now this isn't exactly a place for a young lass such as yerself."
"That's all right, sir. I don't have much of a choice here now do I."
"True. I do have a room in the inn. It'll do fer now I hope."
"It will. Where else would I go?"
Jack smiled down at her as they began to walk up the beach and towards the town.