Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Pirates of the Caribbean movie, I do
however own the story line and the characters I introduce, such as Madame
Rita for now.
Chapter 1: Never Look Back
Never look back. That's what he'd always known. He survived because he never lived in the past. There's no point in dwelling, of course. But lately, everything had been different.
Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of his ship in the full moon, looking around he was pleased to see his crew were all flesh and blood. This was one way the past was coming back to him, but it was one of the happier thoughts that haunted him.
He hardly slept lately, his dark features looked tired and worn. Whenever he slept on the ship, he had dreams about his early life and the first days of the Black Pearl. He couldn't remember anything that had happened before he left Tortuga on a mission to get the treasure of Isla de Muerta.he didn't even know how he had gotten the compass.
His dreams had been laced with forgotten memories. They had begun to follow him into the day. Sparrow was always thinking about it, but he had no clue to the past, no family to ask. His father had died from illness and his mother hung herself out of depression when he was nine, that's when his career as a pirate really began.
"Cap'n, we're all set to go on land." Gibbs said, surprising Jack out of his thoughts.
"Well, what are we waitin' for, the rum's awaitin'" yelled Jack to his crew. Atleast now he could get a good night's sleep, and possibly some help to his problem.
He had heard there was a Voodoo Priestess that was experienced and learned in this mystical arena. Of course Jack didn't really want anything to do with it. He hadn't even believed in magic until he saw the curse on his old crew was real. Gibbs had found the address for him, and that was where he was determined to go.
"Hey handsome" a woman in a yellow dress said to him. Hmmm, must be new, Jack thought. He was getting closer to the address and the people around him seemed to thin out. Tortuga is a very scary and dodgy place itself, but Jack was getting into an area that almost frightened even him.
He stopped. 'Madame Rita's' was carved into a door. He knocked lightly and went it.
"I was expecting you, Jack Sparrow." There she was sitting in a chair reading a book; she stood to put the book away. Her face was perfectly round and framed with her hair, which was dark brown and very frizzy. It stood out from head, engulfing her body. She was very petit, and her body was average. Her dark skin was surrounded by vibrant, exotic cloths and gold that seemed to just be draped on her rather than actual clothes. She looked very young but her eyes seemed to hold wisdom beyond her age. All together she was a very beautiful and mysterious.
"Then tell me what I need to know luv." She gestured for him to sit in a chair that was placed across from hers, near a fireplace. There was a fire going, which was odd since it was always warm in the town. But when Jack saw the fire he also noticed that the house was unusually cool.
"I shall tell as much as I can, and as much as you need to know." She began.
Jack immediately interrupted, "Now why can't ye tell me all ye know, not just what you think I need."
"Because, some things you must discover for yourself. Now, listen closely and carefully, for I shan't repeat. You must go to Port Royal, the clue to your past lies in a friend from the present."
Chapter 1: Never Look Back
Never look back. That's what he'd always known. He survived because he never lived in the past. There's no point in dwelling, of course. But lately, everything had been different.
Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of his ship in the full moon, looking around he was pleased to see his crew were all flesh and blood. This was one way the past was coming back to him, but it was one of the happier thoughts that haunted him.
He hardly slept lately, his dark features looked tired and worn. Whenever he slept on the ship, he had dreams about his early life and the first days of the Black Pearl. He couldn't remember anything that had happened before he left Tortuga on a mission to get the treasure of Isla de Muerta.he didn't even know how he had gotten the compass.
His dreams had been laced with forgotten memories. They had begun to follow him into the day. Sparrow was always thinking about it, but he had no clue to the past, no family to ask. His father had died from illness and his mother hung herself out of depression when he was nine, that's when his career as a pirate really began.
"Cap'n, we're all set to go on land." Gibbs said, surprising Jack out of his thoughts.
"Well, what are we waitin' for, the rum's awaitin'" yelled Jack to his crew. Atleast now he could get a good night's sleep, and possibly some help to his problem.
He had heard there was a Voodoo Priestess that was experienced and learned in this mystical arena. Of course Jack didn't really want anything to do with it. He hadn't even believed in magic until he saw the curse on his old crew was real. Gibbs had found the address for him, and that was where he was determined to go.
"Hey handsome" a woman in a yellow dress said to him. Hmmm, must be new, Jack thought. He was getting closer to the address and the people around him seemed to thin out. Tortuga is a very scary and dodgy place itself, but Jack was getting into an area that almost frightened even him.
He stopped. 'Madame Rita's' was carved into a door. He knocked lightly and went it.
"I was expecting you, Jack Sparrow." There she was sitting in a chair reading a book; she stood to put the book away. Her face was perfectly round and framed with her hair, which was dark brown and very frizzy. It stood out from head, engulfing her body. She was very petit, and her body was average. Her dark skin was surrounded by vibrant, exotic cloths and gold that seemed to just be draped on her rather than actual clothes. She looked very young but her eyes seemed to hold wisdom beyond her age. All together she was a very beautiful and mysterious.
"Then tell me what I need to know luv." She gestured for him to sit in a chair that was placed across from hers, near a fireplace. There was a fire going, which was odd since it was always warm in the town. But when Jack saw the fire he also noticed that the house was unusually cool.
"I shall tell as much as I can, and as much as you need to know." She began.
Jack immediately interrupted, "Now why can't ye tell me all ye know, not just what you think I need."
"Because, some things you must discover for yourself. Now, listen closely and carefully, for I shan't repeat. You must go to Port Royal, the clue to your past lies in a friend from the present."