Pirates of the Caribbean: Extinction of A Legacy

Author's Note: Yeah… I know… Jack's a bit… OOC… ^^ It goes with my story though!

Randomness: ever see the picture of Jack when he's steering (fake steering) the Interceptor? His head looks a bit too big for his body… seriously… I have the picture as my wallpaper and his head is HUGE! It's like… He looks like a bloody bobble head!

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Chapter X: Home at Last

[circa three (3) years before Jack meets Will]

Everything looked the same as she recalled. The palm trees were still as tall- if not, taller. The breeze was still as cool and refreshing to her lightly tanned skin, and the waters were still as crystal blue as the first time she swam in it. Everything was perfect, even her neighbors were the same. She could faintly see her house from the dock, and her throat felt constricted. As she got off the ship, her breaths were labored. Tears began to spring to her eyes as she saw an elderly man with a silver smile.

"It's nice to have ye back, lass."

Marion sobbed as she hugged Mr. Briggs. She could feel him tremble with his own sobs. It had not been a full decade, but it was close enough. For seven years, she had no contact with her mentor, and she had clumsy footwork to prove it.

Mr. Briggs smiled at her as he wiped his tears. " Have ye been practicing, like I asked ye to?"

Marion hung her head, guiltily. She was not allowed to handle swords, no matter how discreetly she tried, Joseph always caught her.

"I be guessin' yer brother did not take too kindly on ye playin' with swords?" he asked. Marion nodded in response. She turned around and found the merchant ship sailing off already. Her belongings were safely placed on the beach. " I guess you'll be needin' help."

Marion laughed and nodded, " I guess so." Finally feeling safe and at home, Marion took a deep breath and relaxed. Being away from the medallion, Marion felt the lead in her stomach dissipate into nothingness. But she hoped that everyone would be alright back in Port Royal. Little did she know, she should have prayed for safety for the people in her tiny island.

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Isla Del Amor was considered to be a very peaceful isle. Not one ship would attack because of its worthlessness. There was nothing of value one would receive in plundering the gypsy island, but one fearful night… someone decided to break her in.

The attack was swift, and took everyone by surprise. Marion was thankful for the lessons Mr. Briggs had taught her when attacking pirates. They never play fair, so it was best to fight as dirty as possible. For a good six hours, she fought bravely giving the locals time to flee. She soon tired and had to take sanctuary in one of the forts that she and Michael had dug in the dunes. As the attack died, Marion came out of her fort and went out to the cliffs. She had seen the ship that they were sailing, and stood in awe as she watched it sail away.

Most of the people ran to the safety of the caves located underneath the isle. Even though it was submerged, there were walkways out of the caves that lead to one of Marion's hidden forts. She and Michael hid boats in the caves, just in case they needed to escape during the night to explore the nearby islands.

She got a fairly good idea as to why the pirates had attacked in the first place- they were searching for something. But what?

The isle had no fortunes hidden within its sands, Marion knew that, better than anyone. Michael had once convinced her to dig up 'pirate' treasure, and after digging for nearly four months, they found nothing of worth. Well, nothing but a conch shell, which Michael kept. He had offered it to Marion, but she insisted that the discovery was meant to be in the hands of the one whom discovered it.

Mr. Briggs had looked everywhere for her the next day, hoping and praying that the pirates hadn't kidnapped her. He found her, sitting on one of the island's highest cliffs overlooking the sea. She held her knees, with her chin resting comfortably on them.

"By the name of all that's right and holy," Mr. Briggs breathed out in relief, " Thank goodness you're okay."

Marion turned to him and smiled weakly. " I saw the ship… it was beautiful… "

Mr. Briggs looked at her oddly, then sat beside her. " What ship?" Nothing could have prepared the man for Marion's answer.

"The Black Pearl"

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Jack took a deep breath as he sailed onto Port Royal. He knew journeying there would be suicide, but he needed a ship to complete his plan on getting back his Pearl. He had tricked Ana-Maria into letting him accompany her to a gypsy island, where Jack only figured was her origins. And in the middle of the night, he sneaked out of one of the huts and loaded the boat with his necessities.

He stayed with her long enough to help her family as well as the inhabitants of Isla Del Amor to another island not too far away. Apparently, there had been a pirate attack a few years back, and something nagged at the head fortuneteller. In order to escape from bad fortunes, they packed all they had and sailed to a smaller island.

Before he had left the island though, there was a woman who looked to be a few years younger than he was, who helped him load his things onto Ana-Maria's boat.

"I don't think it would be wise to bring so much rum onboard here, Captain," the woman said as she eyed the cases. " Ana would not be so forgiving if her boat sprung a leak."

He couldn't forget about the kind woman. She didn't look out of the ordinary, her beauty did not compare to Ana-Maria's exotic look, but she was beautiful in her special way. Her brown eyes held within them a mystery that Jack could not help but want to discover. The way she moved and spoke had given Jack the impression that she was of noble upbringing, but if she was, why was she on an island with a community of gypsies?

Perhaps she is a runaway, Jack thought. The wind began to blow on harder, causing his hair to whip about in his face, but he couldn't feel anything. His thoughts, for once were not on his Pearl but on a woman he had met as he bartered passage from another merchant ship. Looking down, Jack cursed for not thinking of the task at hand. He slid down a rope and began to pan the water out of the sinking boat.

It was by a miracle that he had not sunken sooner. He stopped his actions as he passed by three skeletal figures hanging by their neck under a rock. He took his tri-corner hat and placed it over his heart, paying homage to the pirates that had been previously hung. He gave a slight salute with his left hand and proceeded with panning the boat.

When that didn't work, he climbed on top of the mast and ignored the stares that were going his way. The boat made it to the dock before it had submerged completely. He swayed onto the dock, still unused to being on land.

'This will be the perfect place to find me a ship,' Jack thought as he jubilantly walked on the dock. A chubby man wearing a white wig stammered as he put his thoughts to a halt.

"It's a shilling to tie your boat on the dock," he said as he looked at his logbook, "And I shall need to know your name."

Jack reached into his coat and took out three silver coins. Looking at the man, he dropped the coins on his book and tipped his head slightly. " What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?"

The man looked to him, then back to the coins, and cleared his throat. " Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."

Jack gave him a slight smile before walking away, but not before taking a small pouch left on a flat deck. He jingled the contents and went on his merry way. He took his time as he figured out his bearings, and figured out that there was some kind of a ceremony happening within the fort.

He smiled at his luck and began to saunter towards the navy docks. Surely with such a big ruckus in the fort, there would not be that many guards watching over the ships. His assumptions were proved correct as two British soldiers tried to keep him from the Interceptor.

" Why is it that you two are left down here?" Jack asked, trying to get their minds away from the ship they were guarding. To sail a ship by one's self would be daft, but Jack was known for his wild ideas.

" Someone has to guard the Interceptor"

Jack nodded his head, and understood why the two men were chosen. They were complete idiots, and would follow any order given to them.

" It seems to me, that a ship such as that," Jack started as he pointed towards a larger ship on the upper coast, ignoring the way the two men followed him, keeping him from even coming close to the Interceptor. " makes this one seem… superfluous really."

The chubbier one from the two nodded, " Its true, the Dauntless is the powerhouse of the navy, but none can match the Interceptor in speed."

"I know one, it is said to be nigh uncatchable," Jack said, swaying as he spoke. He looked at the two men inquisitively and continued, " The Black Pearl"

The chubby man laughed. " Well, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor." The skinny man turned to his companion in disbelief.

" The Black Pearl is real," he stammered, but his friend denied it. "Yes it is, I've seen it."

Jack rolled his eyes in boredom as the two began to bicker about his ship. He continued to stand before them, until he grew impatient. As silently as possible, he boarded the ship and tested the wheel. It wasn't the Pearl, but it would do.

He soon found that the men had finished their argument and was back on task. They pointed their rifles at him and questioned him about his business in Port Royal.

"I'm sorry, its such a pretty boat- ship," Jack said, as he held the wheel in his hand. Soon, the two were in another argument after he had admitted to his plans to commandeer a ship, get a crew in Tortuga and otherwise " steal, pilfer and plunder his weasely black guts out".

'Aye… I have a feelin' I won't be getting me ship soon'

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Elizabeth awoke from her dream, feeling strange and somewhat disoriented. It had been three years since Marion had left, but her warning about the medallion was fresh in her mind. She noticed how quickly things changed as soon as word of the pirate attack on Isla Del Amor traveled to Port Royal. The Captain lost himself in his work, refusing any contact from anyone except for his men.

Will moved out of the Norrington estate and lived with Mr. Brown, the blacksmith. Ever since then, Mr. Brown's business had began to boost. Everyone began to notice the intricate patters woven into the hilt, the quality of the blade itself was superb. It seemed like everyone but her own father understood that Will was the person behind the success.

She turned towards the drawer in her desk and opened the secret compartment hidden within. There lied the golden medallion, encased in dust. She had heeded Marion's warning, until now. She placed the medallion on, liking how it looked on her. She recalled the way Marion's hair flowed freely and compared it to her blond hair. It wasn't as exotic looking, but she looked pretty.

She wondered whether she should tell Will or not. Their friendship had grown lax over the years, and they rarely saw each other. She fondled the coin, before she hid it underneath her gown. Hearing a knock, she scrambled to get a robe on, praying nothing would go wrong.

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Will stopped pounding on the metal to wipe his brow. For years, he had been fashioning the swords in the shop, but it was only until recently that his work began to bloom. He did not spend as much time with Elizabeth, or in the Norrington estate. He focused all his energy into creating a sword that would avenge his guardian.

He had been the last to hear of the attack on Isla Del Amor, but he was one of two people who were hit the hardest with the news. Upon hearing of the attack, Will could not longer stand the shadows that used to comfort him. He could no longer stand the smell of her perfume whenever he entered her room. He had lost his parents before, and it still hurt. There was a lingering dull throb, but the wound was reopened when they heard that there was no one seen on Isla Del Amor. The houses were abandoned and the belongings still remained.

Sighing, Will turned to the sleeping blacksmith behind him and shook his head. Once Will began to take his work seriously, Mr. Brown became drunk more often. At first, it was just for celebration, but then it turned to a daily exercise.

Will placed the half-done blade back into the furnace. It was nearly time to deliver the promotion gift to Governor Swann. Will had not spoken to, or even looked at, Captain Norrington since the makeshift funeral for Marion. Joseph had clearly stated that once Marion's body was found, a proper burial was to occur, Will thought he was being hopeful that his sister was still alive, but it turned out that Joseph meant what he said. Until Marion's body was found, a small shrine had to be placed in the house for her.

Will refused to believe that Marion was dead. A small part of him still hopes that she lives, and that hope is what drives him to make better swords.

He heard a drunken mumble from behind him and nodded. " Aye, Mr. Brown… I best be going."

Will shook his head, wondering how it was that he could decipher that mumble. 'I've been hanging around him for too long.'

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Jack was having the time of his life retelling all the adventures he had while he had a run in with the East India trading company. Of course, he had to tell it in a way that the soldiers wouldn't lock him in irons.

"-and then, they made me their chief."

As soon as Jack finished his last sentence, there was a loud splash. A man from one of the walls up on the fort began to yell out a name. Jack could not make out what it was, but he had a feeling that someone had just fallen from the wall, from the looks on the man's face- the person who fell would be a woman.

Jack looked at the two guards next to him and pointed at the woman. "Are you gonna be saving her, then?" he asked.

"I can't swim."

"Pride of the navy you are," Jack muttered as he started taking off his effects. " Do. Not. Lose. These."

With a graceful leap, Jack dived into the waters and began to swim towards the sinking body. Unknown to him, a sudden wave pulsed, creating a large ripple that traveled to all the ends of the ocean. There was a change in the winds as clouds became darker and the wind became harsher.

He wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and tried to swim to shore, but he found her petticoat making too much drag on the water. He immediately ripped it off and took it off the woman before he swam towards the docks. He gave her to one of the soldiers and hauled himself out of the water.

"Here," he said, taking his dagger, he cut the lace on her corset and took it off. As soon as the pressure was taken off the woman's chest, she began to cough and breathe normally. He saw a golden medallion on her neck, and took a good look at it; recognition struck Jack as he furrowed his brows. "Where did you get that?"

Soldiers began to surround him, and soon he discovered the woman's name. Elizabeth Swann was the daughter of the Governor. Unfortunately, the Commodore seemed to know what he was, and revealed the light pink 'P' branded on his arm.

"Jack Sparrow, is it?" The Commodore said haughtily as he checked Jack's belongings. He named each one until he scrutinized his cutlass. " And I was half-expecting it to be made out of wood."

Jack grimaced as the Commodore continued. " You are by far, the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Jack grinned triumphantly.

"But you have heard of me."

The Governor ordered the men to arrest him, but the woman tried to save his life. Knowing the girl would not succeed, a plan hatched in his mind. As soon as the woman walked closer, and Gillette, the Commodore's helper placed on the chains. He managed to wrap the chains on her neck, and demanded for his things. Elizabeth placed it on him angrily, and looking into his eyes, she glared as defiantly as she could.

"You're despicable," she spat. Jack shrugged and looked at the girl.

"Sticks and stones, love." Turning Elizabeth around, he slowly edged backwards.

Thoughts of the medallion still filled his mind, but he wasn't concerned with it at the moment. " Gentlemen, milady, this is the day, you will always remember as the day you almost caught, Captain Jack Sparrow!"

With an amazing display of acrobatics, quick thinking and luck, Jack managed to escape from the soldiers and hid in a blacksmith's workshop. He tried to break his chain with small pick- axe, but it only managed to dent the metal. He was nearing a breakdown when he spotted the gears within the shop. He found a rod of metal lying on a countertop with a small piece of it buried within the kiln. He retrieved it, and examined the tip. Looking at the donkey, he jabbed the tip on its buttocks, causing a bit of its fur to catch on fire.

He felt quite proud of himself as he placed the chain between the teeth of the gears. The chain broke under the weight of the two gears. Jack's sensitive ears heard the sound of an approaching person, so he hid behind a post and waited.

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Author's Note: Okay, Will thinks Marion is alive. Joseph believes she is dead. Anyone know who Jack's talking about? Now do you see why Will and Norrington aren't talking? Does ANYONE know who Briggs is?! Seriously, no one has sent me a review on their thoughts of who Briggs is… v_v… really… that makes me sad…

The next few chapters are just about Jack and the movie. Marion comes in once in a while… but its mostly Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Norrington and Briggs.