Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own anything… Not even anything remotely to do with pirates of the Caribbean (And if I did, I wouldn't share it) so please don't sue me…I'm not worthy!
"Take what you can get and give nothing back"A/N: OK, first fanfic (agh) so be nice! (But I appreciate constructive criticism) It's a bit slow to start of with but it gets better in the next chapter. Anyway, thanks for reading this far! Enjoy if you do read it! Savvy? *Jacks Pirate Princess*
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Chapter 1
The deck of the Interceptor reflected in the suns warm, bright rays.
'But not like that of the Pearls decks' Jack considered to himself. For her decks are warm, but seemed dark, and cold to the eye.
Jack was once again mislaid in his own thoughts, dreaming of once more being the captain of his ship, The Black Pearl. Everything around him was a vague impression of rushed movements. For what was taking place at that precise moment; he cared not. He was now deep in the world of his own imagination, back on the decks of the Pearl, stumbling along in his usual manner, his braids and trinkets quivering in the gentle breeze, looking onto the horizon. Jack was content with this notion, and would've been happy to carry on in his little world all day, if he did not have a crew to run. He was also happy with the progress they were making on their pursue of the pearl; they were slowly gaining on her.
'Now to get back to where I were' he thought to himself, as he gradually came round to the goings on, on deck.
Gibbs and young Will seemed to be having an in-depth conversation, whilst the rest of the crew were to-ing and fro-ing, doing what crew do really.
As he observed the activities of the crew, he felt a strange sensation. Something was penetrating deep into his mind, burning into the back of him. He was being watched.
His gaze shifted, slowly moved away from the crew, and scanned the boat to see whom, if anyone was watching him. He eventually came to Gibbs and Will, who were now sitting down on a couple of crates that were lying, scattered around on the deck. They were both starring at him intensely.
Once they had realised Jack was watching them, watching him, they turned back to their conversation
"Mmm…this could be very interesting" Jack said to himself softly, as he started to stumble over to where Will and Gibbs were sitting, now back in their conversation. They had not noticed Jack, now slowly making his way towards them.
As he approached Gibbs and Will, he overheard a few words of their conversation; they were talking about him, as he'd thought. He then heard mentions of Barbosa and that island he had been left on 10 years ago.
Jack stopped at their sides, still unnoticed
"So he roped himself a couple of sea turtles and rode off," Gibbs said enthusiastically. Will looked thoughtful, at length he said
"Where did he get the ropes from?" Gibbs sat with a blank expression now upon his face. Jack was laughing quietly to himself 'Stupid fool' he thought to himself.
Suddenly both Will and Gibbs looked up to see Jack staring at them intensely through his intense, deep, brown eyes. His face was set like stone. They did not know how long he had been standing there, but they both felt quite embarrassed in his presence. Jack couldn't hold in his thoughts any longer, he had to finish of their little tale
"With hair…" with this Gibbs turned to Will and flashed a triumphant grin. That was until Jack finished "…off my back" Will raised his eyebrows at Gibbs.
That afternoon, whilst the crew were below deck, Jack had remained at the wheel. Sitting on a crate he had found, that had been lying near by. He looked out on to the horizon, muttering something that seemed to be a song of some sort, most of which was hummed, although one line could be heard, repeated every now and then between the humming
"…And really bad eggs…" Jack continued humming to himself in this manner. The Interceptor was bobbing soothingly on the surface. Small waves splashed up the sides.
Suddenly a cold, steel edge, of a well-made blade tapped his shoulder. Jack was forced out of thought and quickly spun around. Only to see Will standing in front of him, his sword drawn at arms length
"Why are ye not below, with the rest of the crew" questioned Jack, the beads in his hair still trembling from his sudden movements
"There's unfinished business between you and I Jack"
"Oh really, and what would that be then?" Jack answered, sarcasm deep in his tone. He twisted one of his matted braids of hair around his finger sub-consciously
"You seem to have misplaced a few facts about your past Jack"
"Well, what do ye want to know, Will? Me whole life story"
"I do not ask for that, only why you happened to mislay the fact that you were once the captain of the Black Pearl" Jack squinted at this question, he'd been dreading it coming up in conversation since they had started talking
"Well…" Jack paused; he waved his hands up in thought "…it just…didn't seem that important"
"And how did you get off the island Barbosa left you on, with nothing but a gun, with only a single shot" Jack fumbled for the gun he still had. It was there still, at his side, waiting, waiting for the opportune moment
"It's a long story mate, you really don't want to 'ear it" Jack started to stumble off
"Yes I do Jack"
Jack stopped. Will had now, miraculously, in front of him. Jack looked back behind him, to where Will had been, just to check he wasn't hallucinating. He then turned back and pointed both of his index fingers up at Will questioningly. He turned back again once more and then gave up questioning how Will had got in front of him so quickly
"You can trust me Jack. Please" Will was an honest man, Jack knew that, and he would keep true to his word. Jack leaned in close to Will
"Alright, come with me, but you tell a soul an' I'll cut your bloody tongue off" Jack whispered into Will ear in a low, husky voice. Although he smiled as he said this, as he knew that he could trust Will.
With that Jack led Will into the captains cabin to begin telling his 'heroic' tale.