NOT ALL TREASURE IS SILVER AND GOLD

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack or anyone else mentioned in the movie. I own people who do not make appearances in the movie.

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Chapter Three:

We arrive in Kingston almost a week later, due to the fact that we were blown off course by an approaching storm. Good thing we outran the storm or "The Black Pearl" would be resting at the bottom of Davy Jones' locker. The port is relatively empty, which surprises me to no end because Kingston is a huge town full of trade. Maybe trade has fallen out of place in this colony. Who knows?

I remember coming to Kingston when I was about 16, after spending a year on "The Pearl", the ship in which "The Black Pearl" gets her name from. The man who had taken me off the streets and proclaimed me to be a pirate thief went by the name of Captain Roberts and only by that name.

Captain Roberts had me on his ship for a year and I guess he got tired of me because he left me on the shores of Kingston, alone. I felt marooned on the island, without any food or water, no money. I had done good on his ship, getting booty from anyone and anything. I had been a good thief and was always rewarded but when I was dropped, I thought he had been disappointed in me.

I found out years later that the reason he left me was because he didn't want me to become a 'true pirate'. Silly reason if you ask me, but that's how it went.

I had walked around in the pouring rain, mud staining my pants, for about two hours, until I came across the blacksmith's shop. It was the only place I could stay warm and safe before night fell on the bustling colony. That was one of the reasons I went into the blacksmith's shop. It reminded me of my past.

The blacksmith came out and noticed me, shivering and sitting there on the ledge alone. He was a nice man, probably no older than 40, who had finally opened his own place for business. He wore one of those powdered wigs that most men wore back then but he had no real social status so I didn't know the exact reason he wore it.

He called himself Mr. Rogers and he took me in, called me his son. I became a blacksmith by trade, a good one at that. The best way to describe what I was like as a blacksmith is to look at Will Turner and his work. I dedicated myself to my work, just as he did, but I didn't have a "strumpet" to woo. Rumors began to fly that I was a Eunich or not even into women. They weren't true. I did have my eye on a woman, but she was out of my league. I mean way out of my league. She didn't want anything to do with me so I let it go.

I was barely sixteen-and-a-half before I made my way back towards the sea once more, this time on a Navy vessel. A war was raging on and I couldn't get out of it. If I had refused, the govenor of Kingston would label me a pirate and hunt me down until I was dead. I guess it was a pretty good idea because if we got attacked by pirates, I'd be taken captive.

I had lusted to be a pirate ever since I was set ashore. I wanted to feel the thrill of taking from people, to feel the thrill of being a thief again. It's a stupid feeling but being a pirate for a year has changed my life.

The Navy was going to England before setting out for the Dutch, who have decided to wage war against Kingston. I don't know why we were going to England instead of just going to Holland to fight them on their own turf, but going to England gave me an idea, an idea that would get me out of the Navy for a good amount of time.

It was policy for every sailer to go to church but I never went. I believed in God, yes, but I never wanted to go to His church. If I had told someone this I would have been proclaimed a witch and hung.

We were in England for about 3 days but since I didn't want to leave, I decided to impersonate a cleric for the Church of England. It wasn't easy but I chose one of the youngest looking Clerics and one that looked a lot like me. It turned out great, until the Navy came back looking for me two weeks later.

No wonder why I don't like Church. Clerics are boring people and I'm not much of a boring person myself, but I was good. I had even gotten thank you's from people that I had never met because I had "given them a new meaning to life!"

I was on the run for a while, trying to get my way back onto a ship and back to Kingston or Port Royal. It was then I decided to go back to the Church of England, take up being a cleric again until I met pirates.

I remember one person, who went by the name of Danielle Green, who came to me for guidance. She was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair that she always kept in a pony-tail (I stalked the woman! I admit it!), and a body to die for. Well, she had no idea I wasn't who I said I was.

"Father Smith," she said, softly, getting into the confessional. "I have a confession to make."

I had to stifle a chuckle as she used my "name" and I said, "Yes?"

I could hear her sigh as she began. "I have sinned, Father. The biggest sin ever commited. One that may get me killed."

"And what is that? You know that whatever you tell me I will keep in secret," I told her.

"I killed many men in the last year," she said, in a quiet whisper. "I've plundered ships, commited piracy, and now the English Navy wants my head. I don't want to die. The only reason I became a pirate is to feed my child but they took him and gave him to the govenor. I didn't have any money, Father! Piracy seemed the only way to make some decent money."

"Did you ask for help, my child?" I asked.

"Yes," Danielle replied. "My sister had married a wealthy man who was involved in trade but she refused to help me because I had a child out of wedlock. She had asked me who the father was and honest to God, I don't know! I had been raped, Father, by a drunk, who was then shot the next day. How could I tell her? A woman who has had intercourse out of wedlock is tainted, proclaimed a prostitute! I couldn't let that happen to me."

Raped? This woman had been used in the most violent way possible, without her consent. That was wrong and she had a good reason not to tell her sister and if I were in her position, I'd do the same thing.

"So you turned to piracy?"

I saw her nod. "Yes, Father. I met a captain of a ship and oh was he handsome! He offered to take me aboard his ship and let be become a female pirate. I was good! I was as good as Anne Bonny and Mary Read!"

This was my ticket out of here! "Danielle, can I trust you?"

"Yes Father," she said.

"I'm not really a cleric," I replied. "My name is Jack Sparrow and I need to go back to Kingston. Do you still sail under the Jolly Roger?"

She gasped. "You're impersonating a cleric? But, Father! And yes, occasionally. John is waiting my return right now. Why do you need to get back to Kingston? Isn't that an English colony?"

"I'll tell you the details later," I replied. "Can you get me aboard the ship?"

"Aye," she replied.

I got out of the confessional and pulled her with me. No one paid us any attention as the two of ran through the church. She was the first woman I had met that had sailed under the Jolly Roger and I knew she could be trusted. Pirates always kept to the code and always were able to be trusted.

"Father," she said, stopping me once she led me into the woods. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I am not a cleric, Danielle. I told you I am Jack Sparrow," I said, softly. "I was aboard an English Navy vessel about a few weeks ago but didn't want to go any further so I figured the only way to get out of it is to impersonate a cleric. And it worked! I had them fooled! But not anymore. They're lookin' for me again and I need to get back to Kingston. That's where I lived before I got here."

She looked absolutely confused. "But, wouldn't you be as wanted as you are now if you went back to Kingston? Seeing as it is an English colony and you ran away from the English Royal Navy."

I ran my hand across my chin. "Good point. Where is John heading?"

"Singapore," Danielle replied, "for some trade."

"Will you take me with you?" I asked. "I'm a good pirate, and a good thief. I can be of some service."

She nodded. She motioned me to follow her deep into the woods, where we met up with a few of her friends. We all introduced each other and I was soon taken aboard as a crew member. John, my captain, was thankful that I was brought aboard because he had heard about me from Captain Roberts.

I come out of my memories once more as I'm greeted by the harbormaster. He is an old friend and instantly smiles when he sees me.

"Ah, Jack! How nice it is to see you!"

"You haven' aged a day," I reply, smiling. "I'm staying here for a few days. Anamaria and Gibbs are going to get my ship fixed before we set sail again."

"It'll be two shillings to tie up your boat," he says.

I hand him two coins and I say, "Thank you, George. I'll see ya 'round!"

He waves at me and I head towards the shipyard to tell the owner, Ovry Jacobson, that my ship is in need of repair and that Anamaria and Gibbs'll be helping him.

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