Red Tide
Chapter 1
Summary: Jack is finally captured and sentenced to hang but something isn't right with the pirate and it seems by night Jack is fighting to refuse a deal with the "devil", but refusal wasn't an option..
Disclaimer : I own nothing
A/N : hey please R/R I don't mind constructive criticism and feel free to let me know of any grammar errors, hope you enjoy and let me know if I should continue.
Jack didn't mind the comments of him being insane- he was used to it- in fact they kind of amused him. He didn't mind how tightly his hands were tied, the lack of food he had been fed, or even the state his clothes were in, blood stained as they were. But Captain Jack Sparrow was annoyed by one thing- they took his affects. Why the bloody hell did they always take his affects?! He grumbled mentally to himself. The sword he could understand, but did they really expect him to fight his way out of his cell with a compass that didn't point north and a bottle of rum? Jack knew he was kidding himself. It wasn't the affects that were bothering him, although he could have really used a bottle of rum about then. Jack's mind was using a good old defense mechanism it had picked up.. Think about something small so he could forget about the BIG problem. Jack gave himself a grim smile. It was just like him to do that, try and brush off the real problems, try and be carefree. "Maybe I am going insane." jack said quietly. And what was the big problem exactly, jack had to work to focus on it; he had spent the last week doing everything in his power to forget. Oh yes, jack thought darkly his crew was dead, he was imprisoned and bound for port Roayal, and for once in his life Jack didn't think he could get out of it, and even if he could he wasn't sure he wanted to, his crew was dead, and it was his fault, or so he thought, "DAMN YOU SAUL!" Jack screamed out, he didn't care if the guards heard him, for Jack Sparrow was in what was quite possibly the worst situation yet. Jack gave a dry laugh at the situation that soon turned into a coughing fit. And he had always thought himself lucky too..
Jack groaned, as the ship docked in what he suspected was port roayal. Jacks eyes were glassy with fever, jack had been injured more times than he cared to recall but the experience of being sick was something quite new. Never having been seasick and having an unusually high tolerance for alcohol, Jack was fairly surprised to find how easily movement could cause him to spill the meager contents of his stomach onto the floor of the ship for the umpteenth time. The jarring and rough movements of his guards hauling him onto his feet were not appreciated by his stomach at all, and it chose to show its displeasure. Right on the guards polished black boots. All Jack could muster, as a defense was a weak half smile. Unfortunaly jacks charm did little to appease the guard and a knee was swiftly brought up to Jack's gut. Jack remained silent- he may be mad but he was no coward, he would not let them see him cave. He was captain jack sparrow after all, and no one broke, or took the fun out of the life of captain jack sparrow. Jack tried his best to straighten up and flashed one of his trademark smirks. Jack then proceeded to swagger down the ramp out of the ship- never mind what pace his guards were going. If he was going 2 jail he would do it in his own damn time. To the guards displeasure they could do little to quicken the pirates pace.
Commodore Norrington had decided it was in his best interest to keep the capture of jack sparrow a secret until his trial. It was true that Norrington was not required to give the pirate a trial but.he felt obligated to. So he could prove to himself that jack sparrow truly deserved the fate that he was being sent to. Norrington straightened his jacket in an unconscious fashion and proceeded to order the guards that were supposed to be leading sparrow to the jail. Norrington had to stifle a laugh; it looked more to him that jack was leading the guards than the other way around. He wondered silently to himself if anyone could dampen the spirits of the captain, he silently corrected himself, of coarse not, last time they met the captain was smiling all the way to the gallows.`will he smile this time too? ` Norrington though morbidly to himself. Then, before his mind could wander farther, he proceeded to walk through the dusty streets to the governors to announce the captain's capture.
Jack looked around the cell, not much had changed, it was dark for lack of windows, smelled of stale food and urine and to his dismay-arf still had the keys. Jack leaned up against a dirty wall and sighed softy to himself, it has been a while since he had the courage to sleep at night, Saul had taken care of that.with that last though jacks body could hold out no more and he drifted into a feverish sleep.
Chapter 1
Summary: Jack is finally captured and sentenced to hang but something isn't right with the pirate and it seems by night Jack is fighting to refuse a deal with the "devil", but refusal wasn't an option..
Disclaimer : I own nothing
A/N : hey please R/R I don't mind constructive criticism and feel free to let me know of any grammar errors, hope you enjoy and let me know if I should continue.
Jack didn't mind the comments of him being insane- he was used to it- in fact they kind of amused him. He didn't mind how tightly his hands were tied, the lack of food he had been fed, or even the state his clothes were in, blood stained as they were. But Captain Jack Sparrow was annoyed by one thing- they took his affects. Why the bloody hell did they always take his affects?! He grumbled mentally to himself. The sword he could understand, but did they really expect him to fight his way out of his cell with a compass that didn't point north and a bottle of rum? Jack knew he was kidding himself. It wasn't the affects that were bothering him, although he could have really used a bottle of rum about then. Jack's mind was using a good old defense mechanism it had picked up.. Think about something small so he could forget about the BIG problem. Jack gave himself a grim smile. It was just like him to do that, try and brush off the real problems, try and be carefree. "Maybe I am going insane." jack said quietly. And what was the big problem exactly, jack had to work to focus on it; he had spent the last week doing everything in his power to forget. Oh yes, jack thought darkly his crew was dead, he was imprisoned and bound for port Roayal, and for once in his life Jack didn't think he could get out of it, and even if he could he wasn't sure he wanted to, his crew was dead, and it was his fault, or so he thought, "DAMN YOU SAUL!" Jack screamed out, he didn't care if the guards heard him, for Jack Sparrow was in what was quite possibly the worst situation yet. Jack gave a dry laugh at the situation that soon turned into a coughing fit. And he had always thought himself lucky too..
Jack groaned, as the ship docked in what he suspected was port roayal. Jacks eyes were glassy with fever, jack had been injured more times than he cared to recall but the experience of being sick was something quite new. Never having been seasick and having an unusually high tolerance for alcohol, Jack was fairly surprised to find how easily movement could cause him to spill the meager contents of his stomach onto the floor of the ship for the umpteenth time. The jarring and rough movements of his guards hauling him onto his feet were not appreciated by his stomach at all, and it chose to show its displeasure. Right on the guards polished black boots. All Jack could muster, as a defense was a weak half smile. Unfortunaly jacks charm did little to appease the guard and a knee was swiftly brought up to Jack's gut. Jack remained silent- he may be mad but he was no coward, he would not let them see him cave. He was captain jack sparrow after all, and no one broke, or took the fun out of the life of captain jack sparrow. Jack tried his best to straighten up and flashed one of his trademark smirks. Jack then proceeded to swagger down the ramp out of the ship- never mind what pace his guards were going. If he was going 2 jail he would do it in his own damn time. To the guards displeasure they could do little to quicken the pirates pace.
Commodore Norrington had decided it was in his best interest to keep the capture of jack sparrow a secret until his trial. It was true that Norrington was not required to give the pirate a trial but.he felt obligated to. So he could prove to himself that jack sparrow truly deserved the fate that he was being sent to. Norrington straightened his jacket in an unconscious fashion and proceeded to order the guards that were supposed to be leading sparrow to the jail. Norrington had to stifle a laugh; it looked more to him that jack was leading the guards than the other way around. He wondered silently to himself if anyone could dampen the spirits of the captain, he silently corrected himself, of coarse not, last time they met the captain was smiling all the way to the gallows.`will he smile this time too? ` Norrington though morbidly to himself. Then, before his mind could wander farther, he proceeded to walk through the dusty streets to the governors to announce the captain's capture.
Jack looked around the cell, not much had changed, it was dark for lack of windows, smelled of stale food and urine and to his dismay-arf still had the keys. Jack leaned up against a dirty wall and sighed softy to himself, it has been a while since he had the courage to sleep at night, Saul had taken care of that.with that last though jacks body could hold out no more and he drifted into a feverish sleep.