Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. I wish I owned Jack. Or Johnny Depp. I DO own
a poster with a 3 ft Johnny head on it. And some Johnny Depp movies. AND a
copy of Entertainment Weekly from like 2 weeks ago.
AN: This is my first fanfic ever. Please be nice and review?
The Sparrow and the Swann: Chapter One
At a small house in the outskirts of Tortuga, an old woman sat with the last of her family. She lay on a bed, surrounded by two small children, a boy and a girl. A younger woman was in the tiny kitchen, cooking a stew for the nightly meal.
"Grandmamma, will you tell us a story?" Young Jack was restless and bored. The smell of the stew wafting in from the next room did not improve his restlessness. He hadn't eaten all day; he'd been too worried about his grandmother.
His younger sister Hannah piped up. "Please Grandmamma, tell us a story. We'll be good; we'll listen and be quiet.
The old woman softly laughed at this; the two children were always bickering over toys, food, and more trivial things. "What story would you like to hear? The one about the princess and the prince? Or."
She was interrupted by Hannah. "No.we hear those all the time. Are they real? I want to hear a real story!"
Their grandmother smiled. "I don't know any real stories like that; I don't know any princesses or princes."
Hannah looked forlorn; she heard the same story everyday and she wanted something that meant something to her, as young as she was. Jack wanted a real story too. They were growing up in Tortuga and he wanted to hear about pirates. He was amidst them and he wanted a pirate story. He didn't know what to say until he thought about the grandfather who he barely remembered. He looked at his grandmother. "Can we hear a story about Grandpapa then?
Catherine, the younger woman in the kitchen turned around, obviously startled. She was surprised the children wanted to know. She didn't even know the whole story. The small house was silent as they waited for the old woman's response.
The old woman smiled at her grandson's curiosity. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering. She looked back at the children who were waiting expectantly. She smiled and began "I hated Jack Sparrow the first time I met him. But he rescued me. from my corset and my old life of stuffy rich splendor."
AN2: You like? Should I continue? In the next chapter I will start from the beginning..it's like Edward Scissorhands, for all the people who have seen that.
AN: This is my first fanfic ever. Please be nice and review?
The Sparrow and the Swann: Chapter One
At a small house in the outskirts of Tortuga, an old woman sat with the last of her family. She lay on a bed, surrounded by two small children, a boy and a girl. A younger woman was in the tiny kitchen, cooking a stew for the nightly meal.
"Grandmamma, will you tell us a story?" Young Jack was restless and bored. The smell of the stew wafting in from the next room did not improve his restlessness. He hadn't eaten all day; he'd been too worried about his grandmother.
His younger sister Hannah piped up. "Please Grandmamma, tell us a story. We'll be good; we'll listen and be quiet.
The old woman softly laughed at this; the two children were always bickering over toys, food, and more trivial things. "What story would you like to hear? The one about the princess and the prince? Or."
She was interrupted by Hannah. "No.we hear those all the time. Are they real? I want to hear a real story!"
Their grandmother smiled. "I don't know any real stories like that; I don't know any princesses or princes."
Hannah looked forlorn; she heard the same story everyday and she wanted something that meant something to her, as young as she was. Jack wanted a real story too. They were growing up in Tortuga and he wanted to hear about pirates. He was amidst them and he wanted a pirate story. He didn't know what to say until he thought about the grandfather who he barely remembered. He looked at his grandmother. "Can we hear a story about Grandpapa then?
Catherine, the younger woman in the kitchen turned around, obviously startled. She was surprised the children wanted to know. She didn't even know the whole story. The small house was silent as they waited for the old woman's response.
The old woman smiled at her grandson's curiosity. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering. She looked back at the children who were waiting expectantly. She smiled and began "I hated Jack Sparrow the first time I met him. But he rescued me. from my corset and my old life of stuffy rich splendor."
AN2: You like? Should I continue? In the next chapter I will start from the beginning..it's like Edward Scissorhands, for all the people who have seen that.