Author's Note: This story
takes place approximately 10 ½ years before "Pirates of the Caribbean :
Curse of the Black Pearl" begins.
Because of this, you will see some characters behaving slightly
different than they do in the movie. Jack Sparrow, you will note, is slightly
less daft in my story, just because he is younger and …somewhat less drunk.
But, I promise, it's a good story. ^_^"
Also…I love reviews. They make me write faster. Most of the time.
On second note…this is rated PG at the moment. Before all is said and done,
however, it will more than likely be PG-13. Thanks, and enjoy the ride! ^_^
"My Darling Ocean"
Chapter One – "Setting Sail"
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"Hoist the mainstay! A little more to starboard, Barbossa!"
A loud pirate captain's voice rang out across the horizon as the Black Pearl pulled out of Tortuga's harbor. Fully rigged, she'd been docked for several days now in anticipation, and she and the crew were finally ready for the maiden voyage.
Jack Sparrow strolled along deck, observing the crew. It was a fine crew, at that. Each and every one was skilled at their trade- and each of which was as daft as the captain; though none near as beautiful.
He took a seat at the wheel as he waited, turning it slightly with the tight. The large circlet of wood felt so familiar to him, so perfect. It was like the ship was meant for him, and him alone...and he was meant for the ship. He smirked to himself; a young grin playing on his lips as he gazed out at sea. "Bring me that horizon..."
A feminine hand appeared on his shoulder, quickly accompanied by a voice. "Who committed mutiny and appointed you cap'n, luv?" Captain Anamaria Risotto flashed him a wry, girlish grin from behind, and he immediately jumped up.
"Captain! I din't see ye there...and...eh...heh..." He scratched the back of his neck as Anamaria merely smirked, rolling her eyes and taking a seat where Jack had been sitting.
"The Pearl is mine, Sparrow. Hence the title of 'Captain', savvy? 'F it was yours, ye wouldn' be firs' mate, now, would ye?"
"Aye...but the firs' mate should get to steer a bit!"
"Should, luv. But pirates don't always follow the rules... now go an' get me that compass!"
"But why do ye wan' it if it doesn' even work?!"
"It does work. It jus' doesn't point north, savvy?"
"Whatever ye say, luv..." He skeptically headed into the cabin to Anamaria's chambers, with a slightly drunken air about him. It was odd enough being out on sea, again, much less with a lady captain. It was usually terrible bad luck to have a woman aboard, but Anamaria was one of the best, however inexperienced she may have been. All the same, though, he cursed himself for already picking up several of her mannerisms...it was bad enough that he'd started saying 'luv', but he found himself now saying 'savvy' as well. He'd waved it off, though. Women had odd effects on a man.
He finally brought back the compass, tossing it to her with a slight sigh. "M'lady..."
She grinned wickedly as she caught it, gazing past him to the sea. "That's 'Captain' to you, mate."
"Aye..."
"Look alive, luv. We're back at sea! At leas' now will ye stop complaining?"
Jack turned to her, nodding with a slight smile. "Aye..."
She merely smiled in return, turning to him. "Good."