Pirates of the Caribbean: Extinction of A Legacy
Author's Note: YAY! Jack's chapter! I've often wondered how old Jack really is, and then I realized… I can write him as any age I bloody well please! Well, enjoy your chapter loves.
Random quote of the day: "Fortunately, I know a way to counter it. The person who did the waking will buy the sleeping man a drink, and the sleeping man will listen to the proposition of the man who did the waking."
^^ I just LOVE that quote. Not to mention Will's part in there:
"That was for the smell"
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Chapter V: Jack Sparrow
[note: this chapter happens four years prior to the first four chapters]
A well-built man swayed into a nearby bar in Tortuga. His brown eyes were rimmed with kohl, and his hair was neatly done into braids and dreadlocks, along with various sizes of beads, shells and bones. To top it off, he wore a bright red bandanna that kept his 'unique' hair from covering his eyes. The man had the beginnings of a beard, indicating to the men in the bar that he was no younger than twenty or thirty. The clothes on his person were still bright and well kept, as if they were newly bought. He had a pistol and a sword hanging from his belt and a white sash was tied on his waist.
From the rings on his fingers, one would assume he was either incredibly rich, or he was a pirate who just found treasure.
The men eyed him warily, not knowing whether or not to approach him. Many came to Tortuga to find a ship to join, whilst others came to hire. The men glanced at each other, asking themselves the same question: was this man hiring… or looking to join?
A plump waitress came towards the man and smiled seductively.
"What'll ya have, love?" she asked, twirling her blond hair.
" I'll have a rum, if you don't mind, darling," the man replied, his voice deep and husky. He looked at the woman and smirked slightly, " Unless of course, you've got something better to offer?"
The woman giggled at the tanned man and winked. " Well, I believe I could arrange a little somethin'… but ye wait here, I'll get your Rum."
The men continued to eye him until a taller, older man approached the newcomer. He had a worn-out hat and a spider monkey perched on his left shoulder. He had a long black beard gracing his face, and his blue eyes shone with excitement.
"Greetings, newcomer," he said, "What brings you to Tortuga?"
"Business," the man replied mysteriously, "I'm looking for a crew to sail with me."
The other man's monkey began to screech loudly, causing all talk and noise to halt. He grinned mischievously and nodded.
" The name's Barbossa," the man said, as he held out his hand for the newcomer to shake.
The tanned man held out his hand and gripped Barbossa's tightly. " Sparrow. Jack Sparrow."
The men in the bar began to gasp, and talk spread throughout the bar. The waitress came back and gave the newcomer his rum.
Barbossa smiled at him nervously and cleared his throat. " Ye mean, ye be the Cap'n Sparrow? Of the Black Pearl?"
Jack smirked and raised his brows. " You've heard of me then."
Barbossa chuckled nervously. " Who hasn't? For decades, we've heard of naught but of the famous Sparrow plundering and pillaging the seven seas!"
Jack smirked and nodded. " Nice to know I'm well known."
"I'd have thought you'd look older," Barbossa commented. He noted the glint in the man's eyes, and for a moment, he thought the man would kill him.
But Jack only pulled closer and whispered so that only Barbossa would hear. Barbossa pulled in as well and listened as Jack told his tale.
"- Me crew and I drank off of the fountain of youth, but they're all settled now," Jack finished. " Which is why I'll be needing a new crew."
Barbossa grinned and looked around him. " Be back here by tomorrow, and I'll get ye the best bloody crew gold can buy."
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As Jack stepped out of the pub, and back to his beloved ship, a dark figure came from the shadows.
" Barbossa ain't a man ye can trust, Jack," the figure whispered. " I know of his kind. Mutinous they are."
Jack smiled at his long time friend. " Come now Bill, my father entrusted me with the Pearl. He said nothing can ever go wrong with a ship like her," he replied. " Barbossa won't try anythin'. Me name guarantees that."
The figure stepped out from the shadows, revealing a man in his mid-forties wearing a similar outfit to Jack's. The only difference was the lack of a tri-corner hat, as well as Jack's overcoat.
"Just be careful of yourself, lad," Will cautioned, " No legend can save ye from yer own crew."
Jack nodded gravely. " Aye…Tell me, Bootstrap, how is your family?"
Bill seemed to perk up at the mere thought of the family he left in England. "They're faring well. William is four now, I suppose."
Nodding, Jack took another swig at his rum. " Someday, when the treasures of the seas be spent," Jack started, " I'm going to start a family, just like my father did. I'm going to marry a bonny lass, have little Sparrows runnin' around, and I'll treat them like royalty."
" Ye almost had me thinkin' ye be old like yer father," Bill teased as he chuckled at Jack's flushed cheeks. " Don't ye worry lad, you've got plenty of time to start a family."
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Jack retired to his cabin and sighed as he sat on his bed. The Black Pearl was finally his, after years of being under his father's shadow; it was his turn to shine. For years he admired the Pearl, and the freedom it held. He often spent his nights up on the deck just watching, as the never-ending horizon lit up with colors in the morning. Jack's father, who was also named Jack, had made a name for himself in the seven seas. Pilfering, plundering, looting, sacking, but all good things must come to an end.
After his mother had died, his father retired from piracy and settled down in a small isle on the coast of the Spanish Main. He had taken the name 'Carleton Briggs' and planned on a good old age with his loot.
Jack silently hoped that he would do well. He had been in the business of piracy since he was a toddler, and he was a natural. He proved to being a master in all he did, especially commandeering ships. Once he reached the age of twelve, his father had discovered Jack's talent with the pistol. However, Jack had one thing that most pirates were afraid of having- a conscience.
When one was a pirate, they did not feel anything but lust for treasure and the need for freedom. Jack had both, but he was cursed with emotions that often confused him. To compensate, however, Jack was gifted with wit and fast thinking. He could literally talk his way out of the gallows.
Suddenly, the doors opened and broke Jack's train of thought.
" Jack? Are you asleep?"
"No, Bill."
" You better get to it then, Barbossa'll be here in a few hours."
"Aye, Bill."
" You do realize I'm not going to leave unless you sleep?"
Jack sat up from his bed and looked at the older man straight in the eyes. " Look mate, you can either close the doors and pray I'll fall asleep… or I can hit ye with me pistol and watch while ye sleep on me floor, savvy?"
Bill chuckled and put up his hands defensively. " Don't get touchy, Cap'n. Just doing me job. Now get to bed before I force you to sleep in the brig."
Jack smirked and eyed him. " You know, that could be considered mutiny."
" Aye, Cap'n… but its for yer own good," Bill teased as he closed the doors, leaving Jack to himself once more.
' Once I get me crew, The Pearl and I will finally get to know each other better'
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Author's Note: Jack's past. Woo… what a mouthful… The Next chapter is about Jack as well! WOOHOO! ^^ gotta love Jack. Sorry about the OOCness, not to mention the long dialogues and stuff. I just wanted to make sure that you know about Bootstrap Bill.
