Author's Note: so this consists of two deleted scenes from the movie…if you've seen the DS then you'll know which ones they are once you read them…if you haven't seen the DS…then that's why the material is new- it's not because I'm a genius.
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He's a Pirate
Jack Sparrow. A name I knew as well as my own. I had read all about him when I was still obsessed about pirates. I thought he was incredible. I mean, sacking a whole town without firing a shot? No one had ever done that in history! Maybe Black Beard, but Black Beard was a legend! So that meant Jack was too.
The fact that I was rescued by him, didn't fluster me. Didn't make me swoon. I learned his true nature rather quickly. Putting me in between him and the authorities. Putting me in danger. I wasn't terrified because I knew he wouldn't shoot me. But he's still a scoundrel.
When Will told me about how he had come with Jack from Port Royal and how he had heard Jack and Gibbs talking in Tortuga about using Will as leverage, I was less than livid.
"What sort of a man trades a man's life for a ship?" The answer seemed obvious. She was talking about a pirate- these kind of people aren't known for their kindness and trust.
The answer also seemed to dissolve as Will and I got into more important things…like how beautiful his eyes were and how good it felt to have his hands on mine…and his father being a pirate. I didn't get a chance to actually think about what Jack had done until the two of us were stranded on the island together. He had muttered, "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." I would've rolled my eyes, but I held back the urge. I didn't really have any remorse for Captain Jack Sparrow- that's why I left.
"It's not really that big, is it?" Jack asked me after I had completed my tour of the small island. He was messing with his gun.
Why would Barbossa give him that gun unless it was to shoot me? I was still mad at him for what he had done to Will, so dying by the gun seemed better than dying of no food and drink. "If you're going to shoot me please do so without delay."
He paused, "Is there a problem between us, Ms Swann?"
Yes there's a bloody problem! I thought to myself. I narrowed my eyes, leaning in, "You going to tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship."
"We could use a ship! The fact is, I was not going to tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship. Because as long as Barbossa didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with- which no one has now thanks to bloody stupid Will."
I paused, Will assumed Jack was going to do that. But who could blame him? Jack was a pirate and could've easily done such a thing and never thought twice about it. I looked down, "Oh."
"Oh." He said, standing up and putting his gun away. It seemed as if he was mocking me.
I looked at him, "He still risked his life to save ours…"
"HA!" he said. Did he think I was kidding? Barbossa was most likely going to kill him. I would rather have picked the deserted island than death. I imagine that would be the same for Will.
"So we have to do something to rescue him!" said, running after Jack.
"Off you go then- let me know how that turns out."
"But you were marooned on this island before weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then!" I said, sounding desperate. But I didn't care. Barbossa was going to kill Will, and I'd do anything before I'd idly let that happen.
Jack turned sharply, "To what point and purpose young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice – unlikely - young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."
I sigh and follow him, he starts knocking on a tree and taking strange steps and jumping while I'm talking…all very distracting, but I keep going anyway. "But you're Captain Jack Sparrow . You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not?" I tried using my knowledge of him to my advantage, not quite sure if it was going to work or not, but I had to try. The anger I had for him quickly faded once I remembered who he was. A legend. "How did you escape last time?"
He paused, acting like was going to say something and then does, "Last time…I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time…" he opens a door that he had been jumping on and look in "…the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably…have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that."
I sigh, he has two bottles of rum in his hands and he pretty much tells me there's no hope. No hope for Will, the man who risked his life to save mine! And not only that, Jack Sparrow was supposed to be some legend, and here I find that all the rumors about him on this deserted island is false? I felt like my child hood dreams were fading away. "So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!"
Jack pauses, smirks and says, "Welcome to the Caribbean , love." And then pushes me aside. I frown and run after him.
"So is there any truth to the other stories?" Why would there be? If he had lied about this, then how many other stories were just made up?
He looks at me, his face turning serious, "Truth?" he questioned. He raises up his sleeve, I find a brand and a tattoo. He raises his other sleeve and I see a hideous scar. I back up a bit, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Then he pulls aside his shirt and I see two horrible bullet scars in his chest. "No truth at all."
I pause as he opens a bottle and sits down. I'm not sure of what to say. What do you say to something like that? But he says something before I get a chance to, "We still have a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships and our chances will improve."
"What about Will?" I ask, getting discouraged, "We have to do something."
He pauses and put the cork back into the bottle, "You're absolutely right." He rolls the bottle to my feet and opens another one, "Here's luck to you Will Turner," and takes another drink. I sigh and pick up the bottle. The rest is hard to explain. All I know is that I got drunk and got Jack really drunk.
Not giving up on Will, I pretty much burn all the trees on the island…and the rum. I think the rum part was what most upset Jack- but what was more important? Jack's stupid rum or Will? I choose Will, though I'm not quite sure Jack would've.
The whole thing still puzzled me. Why wouldn't Jack exchange Will in for a ship? Not like I wasn't relieved to here that Jack actually had a conscience, but most pirates don't. That's what struck me. One life couldn't make a difference to them, so why was Jack so different? I unfortunately didn't have time to think about it because I was thrust into the hands of the Navy. Jack and I, that is.
"…Do this for me, as a wedding gift." What was going through my mind as I uttered those words…well I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking about Will when I agreed to marry James…sounds a little odd- but it's the truth. He had risked his life to save mine, and I felt like I needed to repay the debt, that's why I was pulling out all the stops to rescue him.
The sad thing is, I didn't fully realize what I felt for him until we returned to Port Royal. I always knew I had a bit of a…fascination…obsession with him, but nothing to disturb my regular routine…usually. But when we got back to Port Royal after all Will and I had gone through and what he had done to save me and vice versa- I realized that I truly love him. Suddenly the commitment I made to Commodore Norrington falls away and I only have thoughts for Will. Jack leaves, the friendship between he and Will seemed obvious and Will and I are together finally. "No…" I say to my father, looking into Will's deep brown eyes, "He's a pirate…"