"The Return"
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 (I think!)
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: A year after the end of POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and
CHAPTER: 2.Hard to Starboard
Jack stood at the wheel, greeting the new day that was dawning. Though
no one could tell from his personality, Jack had a thing for the 'small things.' It had
become a ritual to awake before the rest of the crew at dawn and watch the sunset. Jack
stared across the wide span of sea as the brilliant, golden orb awoke from her sleep.
Becoming lost in the captivation of the sun, Jack felt a tap on his shoulder.
He quickly turned around to find his trusty hand, Charles, staring at him
with confusion. "What is it that wakes ya this early, lad?" questioned Jack, trying to spare
himself the embarrassment of revealing to one of his crew that he did this every
morning. Charles stared back at him and replied, "I think I could ask the same of you,
Jack." Jack flashed him a smile and said, "Why shouldn't I be awake? It's a glorious day
and a fine day to be a pirate." Jack gestured to the sun and turned back to Charles. "Well,
don't just stand there. Get a bucket and start cleaning," Jack said as he traipsed off.
Charles' stood there a while longer. He wondered if he would ever know
what made Captain Jack Sparrow the way he was. Charles was young man around the age
of 13. He had been brought on by Jack as a stray. Both of Charles's parents had died
which left him alone, scrambling for food in the streets of Tortugas. Ever since he had
been faithful to Jack, staying at his side whenever a problem should arise. Remembering
Jack's earlier requests, he went in search of the mop, prepared to start a new day's work.
* * *
One by one, the so-called 'able-bodied' crew of the Black Pearl sauntered
on deck, prepared for another day of pillaging and ravaging. All were somewhat
assembled on deck, when from high above came their Captain, bravely repelling off from
the rigging high above. All watched in amazement as Jack neared the ground only to miss
his ground and smash into the mast. For those who were once watching in amazement
now watched in pity as Jack measly stood up and mumbled, "I'm okay.I'm okay."
A man amongst the throng of scallywags cried out, "Where are we to next,
Cap'n?" Jack, after lightly dusting himself off, stood and scratched his head in thought.
All were silent as he slowly paced the deck, when something caught his eye. Jack
reached for his spyglass, pulled it out, and scanned the sea, as if searching for something.
"Ah Ha!" he cried as he pulled the spyglass away. "Land ho, mates."
The crew stood there, looking at the thin strip of land out beyond the
expanse of sea to the right of them. Jack stood there impatiently and yelled, "Come on,
you scabbards. Hoist the sails, hard to starboard." Jack finished his cry of demands and
returned to the wheel. He grabbed it in his hands and flashed a smile of gold that could be
seen from far away. Jack looked to the crew and finished, "We're going to Port Royal!"
NOTE: I know I keep asking this, but does it still make sense? There is a part in the story
that might not and that I might have to explain later on, but I'll get there later. Flames
and praise are WELCOME! Thanks!
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 (I think!)
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: A year after the end of POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and
CHAPTER: 2.Hard to Starboard
Jack stood at the wheel, greeting the new day that was dawning. Though
no one could tell from his personality, Jack had a thing for the 'small things.' It had
become a ritual to awake before the rest of the crew at dawn and watch the sunset. Jack
stared across the wide span of sea as the brilliant, golden orb awoke from her sleep.
Becoming lost in the captivation of the sun, Jack felt a tap on his shoulder.
He quickly turned around to find his trusty hand, Charles, staring at him
with confusion. "What is it that wakes ya this early, lad?" questioned Jack, trying to spare
himself the embarrassment of revealing to one of his crew that he did this every
morning. Charles stared back at him and replied, "I think I could ask the same of you,
Jack." Jack flashed him a smile and said, "Why shouldn't I be awake? It's a glorious day
and a fine day to be a pirate." Jack gestured to the sun and turned back to Charles. "Well,
don't just stand there. Get a bucket and start cleaning," Jack said as he traipsed off.
Charles' stood there a while longer. He wondered if he would ever know
what made Captain Jack Sparrow the way he was. Charles was young man around the age
of 13. He had been brought on by Jack as a stray. Both of Charles's parents had died
which left him alone, scrambling for food in the streets of Tortugas. Ever since he had
been faithful to Jack, staying at his side whenever a problem should arise. Remembering
Jack's earlier requests, he went in search of the mop, prepared to start a new day's work.
* * *
One by one, the so-called 'able-bodied' crew of the Black Pearl sauntered
on deck, prepared for another day of pillaging and ravaging. All were somewhat
assembled on deck, when from high above came their Captain, bravely repelling off from
the rigging high above. All watched in amazement as Jack neared the ground only to miss
his ground and smash into the mast. For those who were once watching in amazement
now watched in pity as Jack measly stood up and mumbled, "I'm okay.I'm okay."
A man amongst the throng of scallywags cried out, "Where are we to next,
Cap'n?" Jack, after lightly dusting himself off, stood and scratched his head in thought.
All were silent as he slowly paced the deck, when something caught his eye. Jack
reached for his spyglass, pulled it out, and scanned the sea, as if searching for something.
"Ah Ha!" he cried as he pulled the spyglass away. "Land ho, mates."
The crew stood there, looking at the thin strip of land out beyond the
expanse of sea to the right of them. Jack stood there impatiently and yelled, "Come on,
you scabbards. Hoist the sails, hard to starboard." Jack finished his cry of demands and
returned to the wheel. He grabbed it in his hands and flashed a smile of gold that could be
seen from far away. Jack looked to the crew and finished, "We're going to Port Royal!"
NOTE: I know I keep asking this, but does it still make sense? There is a part in the story
that might not and that I might have to explain later on, but I'll get there later. Flames
and praise are WELCOME! Thanks!
