Yes! I to have to write a story about my version of something in that coolest movie ever! Who doesn't like Captain Jack Sparrow? Well, here's my story.

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A pirate's Life for me

A skinny boy about the age of eight ran across the streets, passing by the markets and bussy streets of Britin's Port, Royal. His hair was tamed by a single tie in the back of his head. His hair was well main-tained and his clothes suited only the best childern his age. He was clearly part of a rich family.

He held his favorite book in his arms. A book about the sea life. He held it to his chest as he ran down the streets. He quickly crossed over into the huge area that was his father's. He crawled through the gate bars and into the yard. He passed by the guards who just waved at the young Master.

He didn't pay any attention to them. His striking brown eyes kept straight ahead of him. His slightly tanned skin from minutes, maybe an hour or too sitting at the docks reading his book. His face paced with sweat.

'I'm going to be late.' He thought to himself. He was punished when he was late for something. He quickly flung open the main door to the house and went inside. He slipped off his dirty shoes at the door. He didn't want to get punished for dirting the floor also.

He quickly dashed down the hallways into the study he was supposed to be in half an hour ago. He panted at the door, before settling his breath. He cleaned his brow of sweat with a quick swipe from the back of his hand. He reached out a hand and grabbed the knob. He slowly turned the door knob and pushed it open.

Inside were his new teacher and his Father. He gulped at the sight of the taller man that was his father. A burtal man of the military who was a royal hero in his days. Now, he sat behind a desk most of the time, planning out what the forces would do next. The boy knew for a fact that his father hated the job, dispite the good pay. His father wanted to be at the front line of the british troups, not behind them.

"Boy. You're late." He said to his son.

The boy silently gulped and closed the door behind him. He nodded slightly. "I was reading Father."

"Reading? But, you can barely understand the way the letters work, let alone read a book. You're lying boy." He said, taking a menacing step towards his son.

His son stood his ground, but felt like he shrunk back a few feet. His also felt trapped and his breathing came to his lungs in quick gulps and rasps. "Father.. I can understand.. some. I was.. practicing."

His father glared down at his son. Years of training for getting the truth from criminals still stuck in his mind. It was being refreashed everytime his son would try to lie. "Where, were you practicing?"

"At.. At the docks.. sir." He said.

"Give me the book." His Father ordered. He extended his hand to get the book from his son.

The boy, took a quick glance at his father. His dad would surely beat him if he didn't give up the book. The boy questioned weather or not to give the book up. But, he conceided to the man's wishes. He didn't want to limp around the house like last time.

His father only took a glance at the book before throwing it into the fire. The boy flinched as the book caught on fire. He saw his Teacher, grimance at the burning book.

"No more on this, late business. You should know better. I will give you, your punishment after the lesson. Is that clear?" His father said, looking down at the shaking boy.

"Yes.. Father." He said, still shaking. He waited for the quick punishment. Usually he would get a shake, or maybe a push into the book shelf? But, his father passed his with a grip on his shoulder. A grip that promised strong pain to come for him after the lesson.

The boy gulped and waited for his father's footsteps to echo away from the door, before almost fling to the fireplace. He reached in and grabbed the book, dispite the fact that it burned his skin. He yelled in pain, then yanked the book out.

The Teacher rushed over to the boy. "You stupid boy! Don't you know any better?"

"I do. But this is my favorite book." He said with a whimper as he tired to put the fire out with the rug.

"That won't do boy." Said the teacher. He grabbed a vase and poured it on the book. A few droplets hit his skin, which made it burn worse with the sudden coolness of the water.

The boy hissed in pain, holding his burnt hand by the wrist.

"Now now." said the Teacher. "We must get something to cool your hand down with."

"No.. that's hurts." The boy whimpered. The Teacher rushed the boy over to a sink and turned on the cold water. The boy screamed out in pain from the water. Blood was dripping from the boy's hand. The fire had gotten to the blood already. The Teacher dunked the boy's hand into the sink again. This time, it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did last time.

"Now. We need to wrap it." Mumbled the teacher. He ordered some gaze from one of the Maids in the house. She ran to go get it for him. The teacher eyed the burn. It wasn't that bad. Maybe a bit of a scar might appear where he was really burned, but other then that he would be fine.

The maid rushed back with a roll of gaze in her hand. "Here you are sir."

The teacher took it from her with only a nod back to dismiss her. He started to wrap the wound with the gaze. The boy turned away from his wound, staring off.

"Boy. What is your name? I never quite caught it when your Father told me." Said the teacher.

"It's Joanathanel Anthyem Courtieas Kapural." he said to the teacher.

"Such a long name, for such a small boy." The teacher chuckled.

Joanathanel turned his head to the teacher. "Then re-name me." He dared.

"Alright." The teacher said, finishing the tieing for the boy's wound. The Teacher mumbled the boy's name over and over again. "Joana... no.. sounds wrong. Nathen? Nah.." The teacher rolled over a few more names.

Joanathanel watched the teacher pace back and forth, across the titled floor. The teacher would mumble a name or two every few seconds.

"I got it!" The teacher proclaimed. It almost made Joanathanel fall from his seat. "I'll call you Jack."

"Jack? What sort of name is that?" 'Jack' asked with a slightly tilted head.

The teacher frowned. "It was actually the name of my great grandfather."

'Jack''s eyes went wide. "Oh.. Jack is a ... very good name. I like it. Really, I do."

"Then Jack it is." The teacher said, extending a hand to Jack.

Jack grabbed the extended hand with his uninjuried one.

"Oh.. dear me. I forgot to introduce myself to you." The teacher said. "My name is, Kate Sparrow"

"It's nice to meet you, Miss. Sparrow." Jack said, shaking her hand in a polite manner.

"And it is very nice to meet you, Jack." Kate said, smiling down at her new student.

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Part 1- The new Teacher's Look

Jack sat down in the study with a busted lip. The swelling had gone down a tad bit. Atleast it wasn't bleeding anymore. Jack was holding the burnt book in his hands. He had to hide it from now on from his father, who would beat him again for saving the book.

It saved him that his father didn't ask how he got the wound on his hand. Jack nearly sighed in relief for that one. He heard the clicking of the door and snapped his book shut. He then hide it under the desk.

He turned to see who had walked into the study. It was his Teacher. Miss. Sparrow. She was wearing a loose shirt, that could be mistaken for a pirate shirt. Jack was certain, his new Teacher wouldn't dare to dress as a Pirate dresses. He took a glance at her. She sure did look like one though. Her hair was tied in trinkics and beads. Her hair was tied this way and that way. It looked like she barely brushed it at all! What shame!

Jack's eyes were wide as he stared at his new teacher. This would get her fired for sure if she walked around like this! He couldn't say a single thing to her.

"'ello Jack old boy." She said, sitting down across from him. It was not like a teacher to sit down when first arriving. This was completely different from the others. She was even speaking like a Pirate instead of a teacher!

"'at's the mat'er? Cat got ye tongue?" Miss. Sparrow asked him. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at her new student. He was completely daffolded. Just the way she wanted him. "Now, Jack. Do you know why I look like a Pirate and am acting like one?"

"No ma'am." Jack answered back.

"because, today we're learning about Sir Frances Drake. A great Pirate that served the Queen. He was a very noble type of person. And, you are going to learn about him." She explained.

"Learn about a Pirate?" Jack questioned. This was very wrong. He knew he would be punished for learning things such as this.

"Don't worry. He is part of our history. Our culture. Dispite the fact that he's a pirate, he saved our arse more then once. He even made the Queen rich enough, to pull the taxs away down. Britian was becoming a great Nation once more." She explained. She pulled out a map and put it on the desk. She pointed to a spot on it. "This here, is the great land of Britian."

Jack nodded, looking down at the map. He wasn't sure where this was going, but it was much more fun then any other lesson he had recieved before.

"And here." She said, pointing to another location. "Is the new land. Spain, invaded this region right here." She circled a finger around the area. "And we, were here." She circled the next area.

"Oh. I know this. The Spainish fleat, was patrolling the seas there. None of Britians ships could get any further down then this area." he pointed to the lower region, around New York. "They could barely touch that area without the fleat going after them."

"That's correct." She said, smiling at him. "But, do you know what they were called?"

"The... the..." Jack said, rattling his brain for the information.

"The Armoda. The greatest fleat of Spain. The top of the heap kind of people. They were undefeatable!" She said, standing up to show the grasp of emotion in this section. "They were the best of the best. Until." Then she settled down a bit. "Sir Frances Drake came along. He came in a little boat, nearly half, maybe quater the size of the Armoda. And took them down in one day."

"That's.. That's impossible! How could one man bring down an army?" he questioned.

"Well, I'll tell you." She said, calming him down. She pointed to the area where they battled it out. "Sir Frances Drake was a smart man. He knew the seas in a way, only the true Pirates knew. He felt a storm brewing over-head. No one believed it. He promised the Queen that day, that he would take down the Fleat, and bring back all the riches on board! He did just that."

Jack gasped. This was amazing! He never heard such a fantastic story before.

"He sailed out in his small boat, and comfronted the Armoda. He then, asked them to surrender." Miss. Sparrow said, almost whipsering. Jack was concentriating on her, so intently, he was nearly touching her nose as he leaned in. "Then, BOOM!"

Jack nearly fell out of his chair! He didn't expect that!

"They opened fire on poor Sir Frances. He was caught by the Fleat, until, the storm." She explained, getting up and going about the room, doing voices as the Spainish, then as Frances Drake, explaining the events that went on. "After all that, the storm sunk the Armoda. But, Sir Frances' boat was still there. See, a big ship is harder to handle around a storm. A little ship is able to toss and turn. A huge ship, is not that way. It cannot bend with the tide and waves of the sea. Sir Frances knew that. He rode over to the ship, and grabbed the riches, then made his way back here where he was knighted."

Jack started clapping afterward. It was like a peformance, not a lesson.

"I never knew Pirates could be good people." Jack said, amazed by the story he was just told.

"Ah! Pirates are the same as regular people. Some are good, some are bad. Some, are inbetween. It all depends on the heart in the chest, that makes a Pirate a Pirate." She explained. "See, a ship to a Pirate, is not just a ship. It's an adventure on the high seas, finding treasure and glaunt fights! It's learning the ways of the sea water and becoming one with it. It's... it's.."

Jack leaned in again to listen to what she had to say.

"It's freedom. Pure Freedom, from rules and limits. Though, there is a Pirate code that is to be followed. Most consider them guidelines, not actual rules." She said, sitting down across from Jack again.

"Can you tell me? About the Pirate rules and everything?" He questioned.

"Another day lass. Another day. We have to study math now." She said, looking at the old clock near the fire place. "Besides, lunch is coming soon. You wouldn't want to miss that."

Jack, for the first time in.. well.. as long as he can remember. He smiled. "You're right. Let's move on."

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For those confused about this, Joanathanel IS Jack that we all know and love. But, younger. This is like a Jack's Childhood story. If you're wondering about anything in here, weather it's true or not, please leave it in the review.

I'm pretty sure anyone who's taken American History knows about Sir Frances Drake (He was knighted by the queen for making her rich. The Spainish got ticked off at that, so she had Drake kick their butts.) Also, it's true that he was in a very small ship and used the storm to his advantage. Everything else about him, is unknown or made up by me.

Ok everyone. Please review! I know I spelled quite a few things wrong. I'm a horrible speller. Please, don't flame me for it. I already know my problem. But hey, I used to be much worse at spelling then this.

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