Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black
Pearl.
Authors Notes: I saw Pirates of the Caribbean a while ago and I enjoyed it thoroughly, so much in fact, that I wrote a fic about it. The story is about what would happen if some of my friends and I were pirates and we met Jack and Will.
Contains some spoilers.
Depicts scene change
Pirates of Insanity
Chapter One
It was late at night, dark as two figures stumbled their way into town. Well, actually, one of those two figures stumbled, in but that's beside the point. The point is that at exactly midnight, two men arrived in a small town of England.
The first man had almond colored skin and heavy black makeup around his eyes that made him look akin to that of a raccoon. He had a vibrant red bandana on his head and various other knickknacks spread all over his body and clothing. He wore a black overcoat over a white shirt, and black pants tied with a white, ratty sash. On top of the bandana he wore a three- pointed hat that was a dirty black from its constant use. He had a few gold teeth in his mouth, and a slight mustache and beard that were tied into two separate braids. His hair was straggly, some choice strands of it sporting beads and other such items. He carried only an old rusting sword and a pistol with only one shot and no extra ammunition.
The other man accompanying the aforementioned man was much younger than the other, young enough to possibly be the other man's son. He was unquestionably better kept than he other man, and had a goatee and chestnut brown hair that fell down to his shoulders. His hair, however, for the most part was held back in a ponytail at the back of his head, as it was tonight. He wore a white loose shirt with a brown vest over it, and he carried a beautifully crafted sword that he had made himself. It was made of folded silver, with gold inlaid in the handle, and had perfect balance to boot.
Both men had only one trait in common, and that trait would be the color of both men's light brown eyes.
"Tell me again," the younger of the two asked, "Why we're here?"
"We're here to find a crew to help us get back to the island so we can collect the rest of the treasure we left there," the older man said patiently.
"Then, why couldn't Elizabeth come?" the younger man asked.
"She could if she truly wishes to, but we might run into danger again," the older man replied.
"Well, I would very much like to come," a female voice said from behind the two.
"Elizabeth, how lovely to see you," the older man smiled flatteringly.
"Spare me, Jack," Elizabeth said tiredly to the older man.
"Elizabeth, Jack's right, it could be dangerous," the younger man whispered to Elizabeth.
"I know Will, but I had to come. I love the adventure," Elizabeth said.
"Well," Jack interjected, "I suppose then that we now have three crew members."
In Town
"I'm bored," a girl said, talking to her crewmates.
"Me, too," another girl responded.
"We shouldn't have let that last ship blow up," yet another girl responded.
"What we do you have a mouse in your pocket," the fifth girl said, " you're the one that said we should take a stand aren't you?"
"It worked, didn't it?" the fourth girl retorted.
"If you mean 'it worked' by the fact that we didn't get captured, then yes it worked, but we lost all of our plunder in the collision!"
"We'll get more," the fourth girl said casually.
"See? That's what I hate about you!" the fifth girl yelled exasperatedly.
"Well then, cap'n Kay, why don't you just throw me overboard? You are the captain, after all," the fourth girl half laughed.
"Swords," Kay muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me?" the other girl responded, "I didn't catch that, could you say it a little louder?"
"I said swords! I don't throw you overboard because you're good with swords! Damn you Meg!!!" the captain shrieked. By this point everybody in the joint was casting them funny looks. The three strangers now identified as Jack, Will, and Elizabeth were among those on-lookers.
Jack got up and strode over to the table, "Excuse me, but could you be a little more loud? I don't think that the people in the land locked countries heard you."
"Think you're funny do you?" the second girl snarled.
"Well I guess I might be, what do you think?" Jack responded.
"I think I might take this," she pulled out a fancy sword, "and run it down your throat if you don't go away."
"Well I heard you were bored, I have a job and I'm looking for an able-bodied crew, but I guess you're not interested," Jack said slyly, shrugging and starting to walk away, only for his wrist to be caught and for him to be hauled back toward the table by the first girl.
"You have our attention," she looked him up and down then said slowly, "Mr. Sparrow."
"I think we should discuss it elsewhere," Jack said, "If you're interested, meet me at the dock, we're by the ship named the Black Pearl." With that Jack strode back to his table and motioned for Will and Elizabeth to follow him.
"Well Cap'n, ready to stop being bored?" the first girl asked.
"I'll go get Moonlight," Meg said rising to her feet. She stepped out of the tavern and walked around it until she found herself in a pitch-black alleyway behind the tavern.
There were clotheslines full of clothes hanging above the street casting bleary shadows. By past experience Meg knew there was a small weapon booth in the darkest corner of the alley. She looked over and found her eyes locked with Moonlight's milky white ones.
Moonlight was about 5'6'' with a fair completion snow-white hair and milky white eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. He usually wore all black so that the only thing you saw when you looked at him in the dark were his sultry eyes staring at you. This strange quirk about Moonlight tended to freak most people out. Also, looking at him in the dark she could see a few strands of his white hair peeking out from under a black skullcap.
"Come on," Meg called jerking her head.
"Why?" Moonlight looked at her skeptically.
"We have a job," Meg grunted.
"What?" Moonlight murmured back.
"Jack Sparrow, no particulars," Meg said in monotone, "On the Black Pearl."
"Fine," Moonlight stepped out of the shadows coming face to face with Meg, "let's go."
She noticed he had a new gun in his hand, and a voice from the shadows yelled, "Hey! You have to pay for that!"
Moonlight pointed the gun towards the voice and pulled the trigger. The bang was deafening and reverberated in the ally way. It was soon followed by a choking sound from the shadows and that was the last they heard.
Meg shrugged, mumbled something about 'cheapskates and arms,' and heard Moonlight fall into step behind her. About halfway to the dock a sword slid over Meg's right shoulder. It was a Scimitar.
"That merchant had some interesting wares," Moonlight said offhandedly, "I thought you might like this."
As the sword slid down she caught it and noticed that the hilt looked like it was in the shape of a dragons mouth.
"Thanks. It looks more decorative and it might break my wrist if I used it, but it's cool," Meg said.
Shortly afterwards they arrived at the dock.
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Authors Notes: I hope you enjoyed the missing part of chapter one that I hadn't realized wasn't there for a while...sweatdrop Well, what do you think so far? I still need to get some info from my friends before I keep writing this so it might take a while. It might not, I really have no idea. Please review. My beta reader/editor is the greatest.
Authors Notes: I saw Pirates of the Caribbean a while ago and I enjoyed it thoroughly, so much in fact, that I wrote a fic about it. The story is about what would happen if some of my friends and I were pirates and we met Jack and Will.
Contains some spoilers.
Depicts scene change
Pirates of Insanity
Chapter One
It was late at night, dark as two figures stumbled their way into town. Well, actually, one of those two figures stumbled, in but that's beside the point. The point is that at exactly midnight, two men arrived in a small town of England.
The first man had almond colored skin and heavy black makeup around his eyes that made him look akin to that of a raccoon. He had a vibrant red bandana on his head and various other knickknacks spread all over his body and clothing. He wore a black overcoat over a white shirt, and black pants tied with a white, ratty sash. On top of the bandana he wore a three- pointed hat that was a dirty black from its constant use. He had a few gold teeth in his mouth, and a slight mustache and beard that were tied into two separate braids. His hair was straggly, some choice strands of it sporting beads and other such items. He carried only an old rusting sword and a pistol with only one shot and no extra ammunition.
The other man accompanying the aforementioned man was much younger than the other, young enough to possibly be the other man's son. He was unquestionably better kept than he other man, and had a goatee and chestnut brown hair that fell down to his shoulders. His hair, however, for the most part was held back in a ponytail at the back of his head, as it was tonight. He wore a white loose shirt with a brown vest over it, and he carried a beautifully crafted sword that he had made himself. It was made of folded silver, with gold inlaid in the handle, and had perfect balance to boot.
Both men had only one trait in common, and that trait would be the color of both men's light brown eyes.
"Tell me again," the younger of the two asked, "Why we're here?"
"We're here to find a crew to help us get back to the island so we can collect the rest of the treasure we left there," the older man said patiently.
"Then, why couldn't Elizabeth come?" the younger man asked.
"She could if she truly wishes to, but we might run into danger again," the older man replied.
"Well, I would very much like to come," a female voice said from behind the two.
"Elizabeth, how lovely to see you," the older man smiled flatteringly.
"Spare me, Jack," Elizabeth said tiredly to the older man.
"Elizabeth, Jack's right, it could be dangerous," the younger man whispered to Elizabeth.
"I know Will, but I had to come. I love the adventure," Elizabeth said.
"Well," Jack interjected, "I suppose then that we now have three crew members."
In Town
"I'm bored," a girl said, talking to her crewmates.
"Me, too," another girl responded.
"We shouldn't have let that last ship blow up," yet another girl responded.
"What we do you have a mouse in your pocket," the fifth girl said, " you're the one that said we should take a stand aren't you?"
"It worked, didn't it?" the fourth girl retorted.
"If you mean 'it worked' by the fact that we didn't get captured, then yes it worked, but we lost all of our plunder in the collision!"
"We'll get more," the fourth girl said casually.
"See? That's what I hate about you!" the fifth girl yelled exasperatedly.
"Well then, cap'n Kay, why don't you just throw me overboard? You are the captain, after all," the fourth girl half laughed.
"Swords," Kay muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me?" the other girl responded, "I didn't catch that, could you say it a little louder?"
"I said swords! I don't throw you overboard because you're good with swords! Damn you Meg!!!" the captain shrieked. By this point everybody in the joint was casting them funny looks. The three strangers now identified as Jack, Will, and Elizabeth were among those on-lookers.
Jack got up and strode over to the table, "Excuse me, but could you be a little more loud? I don't think that the people in the land locked countries heard you."
"Think you're funny do you?" the second girl snarled.
"Well I guess I might be, what do you think?" Jack responded.
"I think I might take this," she pulled out a fancy sword, "and run it down your throat if you don't go away."
"Well I heard you were bored, I have a job and I'm looking for an able-bodied crew, but I guess you're not interested," Jack said slyly, shrugging and starting to walk away, only for his wrist to be caught and for him to be hauled back toward the table by the first girl.
"You have our attention," she looked him up and down then said slowly, "Mr. Sparrow."
"I think we should discuss it elsewhere," Jack said, "If you're interested, meet me at the dock, we're by the ship named the Black Pearl." With that Jack strode back to his table and motioned for Will and Elizabeth to follow him.
"Well Cap'n, ready to stop being bored?" the first girl asked.
"I'll go get Moonlight," Meg said rising to her feet. She stepped out of the tavern and walked around it until she found herself in a pitch-black alleyway behind the tavern.
There were clotheslines full of clothes hanging above the street casting bleary shadows. By past experience Meg knew there was a small weapon booth in the darkest corner of the alley. She looked over and found her eyes locked with Moonlight's milky white ones.
Moonlight was about 5'6'' with a fair completion snow-white hair and milky white eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. He usually wore all black so that the only thing you saw when you looked at him in the dark were his sultry eyes staring at you. This strange quirk about Moonlight tended to freak most people out. Also, looking at him in the dark she could see a few strands of his white hair peeking out from under a black skullcap.
"Come on," Meg called jerking her head.
"Why?" Moonlight looked at her skeptically.
"We have a job," Meg grunted.
"What?" Moonlight murmured back.
"Jack Sparrow, no particulars," Meg said in monotone, "On the Black Pearl."
"Fine," Moonlight stepped out of the shadows coming face to face with Meg, "let's go."
She noticed he had a new gun in his hand, and a voice from the shadows yelled, "Hey! You have to pay for that!"
Moonlight pointed the gun towards the voice and pulled the trigger. The bang was deafening and reverberated in the ally way. It was soon followed by a choking sound from the shadows and that was the last they heard.
Meg shrugged, mumbled something about 'cheapskates and arms,' and heard Moonlight fall into step behind her. About halfway to the dock a sword slid over Meg's right shoulder. It was a Scimitar.
"That merchant had some interesting wares," Moonlight said offhandedly, "I thought you might like this."
As the sword slid down she caught it and noticed that the hilt looked like it was in the shape of a dragons mouth.
"Thanks. It looks more decorative and it might break my wrist if I used it, but it's cool," Meg said.
Shortly afterwards they arrived at the dock.
.
.
.
.
Authors Notes: I hope you enjoyed the missing part of chapter one that I hadn't realized wasn't there for a while...sweatdrop Well, what do you think so far? I still need to get some info from my friends before I keep writing this so it might take a while. It might not, I really have no idea. Please review. My beta reader/editor is the greatest.