I received a few good reviews for my other version of Jack's POV in a movie scene, so I figured why not give it another go? Here, is one of my favorite scenes through the whole movie! The part where him and Commodore Norrington meet of course!
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Maybe my luck has changed
Here I stood, dripping wet, being surrounded by guards of the King's Navy while the lass I just saved, huddled close to the Governor. Just my luck I would save the Governor's daughter. Aw well. I did my good deed for the year.
"Shoot him." I hear the Governor say, as he wrapped his coat around his daughter. I believe her name was Elizabeth.
"Father!" She said, almost like she was telling a child who did something wrong, to stop.
"What?" The Governor said. He was clearly confused.
Well, they did find her laying on the docks, wet, with me hanging over her. Her dress was now at the bottom of the sea. A nice, partly see-through bodice, was all that remained of her former clothes. I did get a nice veiw though..
"Commodore. Do you really intend on killing my rescuer?" She questioned to him, giving him a good look. Aw. That lass had some fight in her. Maybe abit spoiled fer my tastes.
They lowered their weapons, which made the beating of my heart slow a bit. Maybe, it was a good thing I saved this lass? Who knows? Fate for Captain Jack Sparrow is always fickle.
"I believe thanks are in order." Said the Commodore, holding out his hand.
Shaking the hand, of a person of the Navy guard, never suited me. It still doesn't. It always got me into trouble. Somehow, I felt this was another one of those times. Then again, if I don't shake his hand, I could be hanged just for being impolite, by the looks of their faces.
So, I reached out, rather hesitant I might add, to his. He snatched my hand and rolled up my sleeve, reveiling that ugly burn mark on me arm. It was the shape of a 'P', standing for Pirate. Damn east Idian trading company! I always knew this would come back to haunt me.
"Had a brush with the East Idian trading company did we, Pirate?" The Commodore questioned. I gave a small grimance. Better not to talk right now.
"Hang him." The Governor ordered.
I looked over at him. He really didn't care that I just saved his daughter did he?
"Keep your guns on him. Gilette, fetch some irons." The Commodore called out. He rolled up my sleeve even further. Probably seeing a bit of my Tattoo. "Well, Well. Jack Sparrow is it?"
He finally let go of my hand. I pulled it back, close to my body. Mental note. It's time to take a shower and to stop putting dead give-away tattoos on my body that I'm a pirate.
"Captain, Jack Sparrow if you please sir." I say to him. Well, if he knows who I am, might as well have him call me properly.
"Well, I don't see your ship. Captain." He said, glancing around in the bay.
That's right. The ship I came in on sunk to the ocean floor. It was a good old ship. Got me around for awhile. Can't believe I really got away with getting that one. I was even luckier because the person who had owned it before, had a small stash of rum onboard that little boat.
"I'm in the market." I inform him. "As it were."
Well, that pretty ship next to us did look like it was up for grabs. Though, I liked that other one a bit better. What was it called? The Interceptor? Supposed to be the fastest in the ocean they say? If I had me Pearl, they wouldn't be saying that anymore.
"He said he came to commandeer one." One of the Officers inform him. I remember that one. He was the one that believed in the Black Pearl.
"Told you he was telling the truth." Said the .. let's just say.. plumper one. "These are his sir." he handed the Commodore my things.
Alright, so this is looking rather bad for me. Then again, I am Captain Jack Sparrow. There's not reason why i can't get out of it. Let's just see what happens for a little while. I bet those idiots will make the same mistake they always do. Shackle me up, then leave me close by the someone without a pistol nor cutlass. They always do.
The Commodore picks up my pistol. "No additional shots nor powder." He says as he inspects it. He picks up my compass next. Can't he be more careful? That compass is a one of a kind. "A compass that doesn't point north." Then, he pulled out my cutlass. "And I half expected it to be made of wood."
Ohh.. what an insault. This man sure had his head up his arse, that's fer certain. Then again, I can play at the insault game as good as any man.
"You are without a doubt the worse Pirate I've ever heard of." He says, smiling at his insault. And that's supposed to hurt, how? Atleast he's heard of me. All the other officers who've caught me, or atleast tried too, didn't even know my name.
I hold up my index fingers to show I want a word in. Then smile as I say, "But you HAVE heard of me."
His smile falls. Clearly I've won this round. He grabs me roughly by me left arm and drags me down the docks, where I believe, Gilette, is waiting with irons. I stand there, letting him put them on me.
"Commodore, I really must protest." Said the lass, chasing after us.
"Careful Lieutenant." The Commodore said to Gilette.
The first shackle went on cleanly. He went on to the other one.
"Pirate or not this man saved my life." The lass said.
I was half cheering her on. If she got her way, I would be free and probably have a Commondeered Ship on my hands too.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickness." He said, sure of his answer. Like a Lass like that would take that? I've delt with wenches and lasses most of me life. They never go down without a fight if they are stuck on something.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." I inform him. It was true. It had all started out as a simple thief job and my life blew into this huge pirating adventure. But even back then, that small moment of 'wickness' was enough to get me hanged.
"Indeed." He said, with anger behind his voice.
The shackles were finally put on. And the man, Gilette stepped away.
"Finally." I said, throwing my chain over the woman's neck. I tightened them just enough to make sure she couldn't escape. So, it wasn't the bravest thing to do, but it was the smartest.
"No! Don't shoot." I hear the Governor say the the men, who were about to fire at me. Just as I planned. The Governor won't let anything happen to his daughter.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." I say to Elizabeth. Then, I look at the Commodore. Now, it's time for the demands. "Commodore Norrington my effects please." Then I remembered. My hat wasn't on my head. It's my favorite hat you know. "And my hat." I said, pointing my index finger.
They didn't move. Alright, time for some more demand.
"Commodore!" I said in a snappy voice. That should work. The Commodore grabbed my effects from the officer.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth wasn't it?" I questioned to lass, near her ear. I know fully noticed she had dropped the coat her father had given her. What a day for me.
"It's Miss. Swann." She said in a hissing voice.
Apparently she doesn't think too kindly of me anymore. No matter. "Miss. Swann if you'd be so kind." I say to her. "Come come dear, we don't have all day." She reaches out and grabs my effects. I take the Pistol from the pile and turn her around to face me. I hold the pistol to her head. Now, I am a gentleman. I would never shoot her. Then again, they don't know that. "Now, if you'd be very kind."
She had anger clearly defined in her eyes. She puts on my hat, then my shealth which holds my cutlass. Lastly, she wraps her arms around me to put on my belt. She tugs a bit, tring to get it around me.
"Easy on the goods darling." I say, as she tugs it once more. She finishes it.
Then she glares at me, in utter embrassment at having to do this and be so close to me. "You're dispicable."
"Sticks and stones Love." I say. Names didn't bother me anymore. I've been called every name in the book and few that weren't. "I saved your life, you saved mine. We're square." It was a fair trade off. I turned her around, looking out at the officers.
"Gentlemen!" I say, then look at the lass. "My Lady." I said in a more polite way. Then, I turned back to the Officers. "You will always remember this as the day you almost caught, captain Jack Sparrow."
I pushed her into the crowd, right at the Commodore. That was a good distraction apparently. I tucked my pistol away in my sash, then turned around. I grabbed the rope. I spotted it abit eariler when I was being shackled. I kicked the bar on the bottom, making it release the pipe it was holding up. It caused me to shoot up. I was barely able to keep my grip on the rope.
As I came to the top, I noticed another one. I grabbed ahold of it, as I let go of the other one. I hear a sort of snapping sound as the rope tightens. I swing around a few times, looking down. Ok, so maybe this wasn't my brightest idea. I hated to be in the air.
"Ahh!" I gave a quick shout as I hear bullets go by me. There were some near misses. I finally got my head together and swung over to another pole. There was a rope, connecting the top of it, to the street below.
Finally, luck is shining down on me for once. I throw my chains over it and slide down the rope, to the street. I run past a lass, who screams as the bullets hit the stone bridge. I run with my hands infront of me, not really knowing where I was going.
I took cover behind a statue as a few guards ran past. I slid the sword from the statue's hand and walked into the nearest place. Of course it was a blacksmith's place. My luck was really changing for the better now.
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I know. You're all probably mad at me for not adding Will in right now. Well, it was only supposed to last one scene and I made it into one and a half scenes. ^_^ You gotta give me some credit for that. Well, I might be doing the sword fighting scene, seeing as how the few people I read that wrote it, got the lines either in the wrong place or forgot a word or two.
So, if I get enough reviews for this story, I'll write it. PLEASE REVIEW!
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Maybe my luck has changed
Here I stood, dripping wet, being surrounded by guards of the King's Navy while the lass I just saved, huddled close to the Governor. Just my luck I would save the Governor's daughter. Aw well. I did my good deed for the year.
"Shoot him." I hear the Governor say, as he wrapped his coat around his daughter. I believe her name was Elizabeth.
"Father!" She said, almost like she was telling a child who did something wrong, to stop.
"What?" The Governor said. He was clearly confused.
Well, they did find her laying on the docks, wet, with me hanging over her. Her dress was now at the bottom of the sea. A nice, partly see-through bodice, was all that remained of her former clothes. I did get a nice veiw though..
"Commodore. Do you really intend on killing my rescuer?" She questioned to him, giving him a good look. Aw. That lass had some fight in her. Maybe abit spoiled fer my tastes.
They lowered their weapons, which made the beating of my heart slow a bit. Maybe, it was a good thing I saved this lass? Who knows? Fate for Captain Jack Sparrow is always fickle.
"I believe thanks are in order." Said the Commodore, holding out his hand.
Shaking the hand, of a person of the Navy guard, never suited me. It still doesn't. It always got me into trouble. Somehow, I felt this was another one of those times. Then again, if I don't shake his hand, I could be hanged just for being impolite, by the looks of their faces.
So, I reached out, rather hesitant I might add, to his. He snatched my hand and rolled up my sleeve, reveiling that ugly burn mark on me arm. It was the shape of a 'P', standing for Pirate. Damn east Idian trading company! I always knew this would come back to haunt me.
"Had a brush with the East Idian trading company did we, Pirate?" The Commodore questioned. I gave a small grimance. Better not to talk right now.
"Hang him." The Governor ordered.
I looked over at him. He really didn't care that I just saved his daughter did he?
"Keep your guns on him. Gilette, fetch some irons." The Commodore called out. He rolled up my sleeve even further. Probably seeing a bit of my Tattoo. "Well, Well. Jack Sparrow is it?"
He finally let go of my hand. I pulled it back, close to my body. Mental note. It's time to take a shower and to stop putting dead give-away tattoos on my body that I'm a pirate.
"Captain, Jack Sparrow if you please sir." I say to him. Well, if he knows who I am, might as well have him call me properly.
"Well, I don't see your ship. Captain." He said, glancing around in the bay.
That's right. The ship I came in on sunk to the ocean floor. It was a good old ship. Got me around for awhile. Can't believe I really got away with getting that one. I was even luckier because the person who had owned it before, had a small stash of rum onboard that little boat.
"I'm in the market." I inform him. "As it were."
Well, that pretty ship next to us did look like it was up for grabs. Though, I liked that other one a bit better. What was it called? The Interceptor? Supposed to be the fastest in the ocean they say? If I had me Pearl, they wouldn't be saying that anymore.
"He said he came to commandeer one." One of the Officers inform him. I remember that one. He was the one that believed in the Black Pearl.
"Told you he was telling the truth." Said the .. let's just say.. plumper one. "These are his sir." he handed the Commodore my things.
Alright, so this is looking rather bad for me. Then again, I am Captain Jack Sparrow. There's not reason why i can't get out of it. Let's just see what happens for a little while. I bet those idiots will make the same mistake they always do. Shackle me up, then leave me close by the someone without a pistol nor cutlass. They always do.
The Commodore picks up my pistol. "No additional shots nor powder." He says as he inspects it. He picks up my compass next. Can't he be more careful? That compass is a one of a kind. "A compass that doesn't point north." Then, he pulled out my cutlass. "And I half expected it to be made of wood."
Ohh.. what an insault. This man sure had his head up his arse, that's fer certain. Then again, I can play at the insault game as good as any man.
"You are without a doubt the worse Pirate I've ever heard of." He says, smiling at his insault. And that's supposed to hurt, how? Atleast he's heard of me. All the other officers who've caught me, or atleast tried too, didn't even know my name.
I hold up my index fingers to show I want a word in. Then smile as I say, "But you HAVE heard of me."
His smile falls. Clearly I've won this round. He grabs me roughly by me left arm and drags me down the docks, where I believe, Gilette, is waiting with irons. I stand there, letting him put them on me.
"Commodore, I really must protest." Said the lass, chasing after us.
"Careful Lieutenant." The Commodore said to Gilette.
The first shackle went on cleanly. He went on to the other one.
"Pirate or not this man saved my life." The lass said.
I was half cheering her on. If she got her way, I would be free and probably have a Commondeered Ship on my hands too.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickness." He said, sure of his answer. Like a Lass like that would take that? I've delt with wenches and lasses most of me life. They never go down without a fight if they are stuck on something.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." I inform him. It was true. It had all started out as a simple thief job and my life blew into this huge pirating adventure. But even back then, that small moment of 'wickness' was enough to get me hanged.
"Indeed." He said, with anger behind his voice.
The shackles were finally put on. And the man, Gilette stepped away.
"Finally." I said, throwing my chain over the woman's neck. I tightened them just enough to make sure she couldn't escape. So, it wasn't the bravest thing to do, but it was the smartest.
"No! Don't shoot." I hear the Governor say the the men, who were about to fire at me. Just as I planned. The Governor won't let anything happen to his daughter.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." I say to Elizabeth. Then, I look at the Commodore. Now, it's time for the demands. "Commodore Norrington my effects please." Then I remembered. My hat wasn't on my head. It's my favorite hat you know. "And my hat." I said, pointing my index finger.
They didn't move. Alright, time for some more demand.
"Commodore!" I said in a snappy voice. That should work. The Commodore grabbed my effects from the officer.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth wasn't it?" I questioned to lass, near her ear. I know fully noticed she had dropped the coat her father had given her. What a day for me.
"It's Miss. Swann." She said in a hissing voice.
Apparently she doesn't think too kindly of me anymore. No matter. "Miss. Swann if you'd be so kind." I say to her. "Come come dear, we don't have all day." She reaches out and grabs my effects. I take the Pistol from the pile and turn her around to face me. I hold the pistol to her head. Now, I am a gentleman. I would never shoot her. Then again, they don't know that. "Now, if you'd be very kind."
She had anger clearly defined in her eyes. She puts on my hat, then my shealth which holds my cutlass. Lastly, she wraps her arms around me to put on my belt. She tugs a bit, tring to get it around me.
"Easy on the goods darling." I say, as she tugs it once more. She finishes it.
Then she glares at me, in utter embrassment at having to do this and be so close to me. "You're dispicable."
"Sticks and stones Love." I say. Names didn't bother me anymore. I've been called every name in the book and few that weren't. "I saved your life, you saved mine. We're square." It was a fair trade off. I turned her around, looking out at the officers.
"Gentlemen!" I say, then look at the lass. "My Lady." I said in a more polite way. Then, I turned back to the Officers. "You will always remember this as the day you almost caught, captain Jack Sparrow."
I pushed her into the crowd, right at the Commodore. That was a good distraction apparently. I tucked my pistol away in my sash, then turned around. I grabbed the rope. I spotted it abit eariler when I was being shackled. I kicked the bar on the bottom, making it release the pipe it was holding up. It caused me to shoot up. I was barely able to keep my grip on the rope.
As I came to the top, I noticed another one. I grabbed ahold of it, as I let go of the other one. I hear a sort of snapping sound as the rope tightens. I swing around a few times, looking down. Ok, so maybe this wasn't my brightest idea. I hated to be in the air.
"Ahh!" I gave a quick shout as I hear bullets go by me. There were some near misses. I finally got my head together and swung over to another pole. There was a rope, connecting the top of it, to the street below.
Finally, luck is shining down on me for once. I throw my chains over it and slide down the rope, to the street. I run past a lass, who screams as the bullets hit the stone bridge. I run with my hands infront of me, not really knowing where I was going.
I took cover behind a statue as a few guards ran past. I slid the sword from the statue's hand and walked into the nearest place. Of course it was a blacksmith's place. My luck was really changing for the better now.
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I know. You're all probably mad at me for not adding Will in right now. Well, it was only supposed to last one scene and I made it into one and a half scenes. ^_^ You gotta give me some credit for that. Well, I might be doing the sword fighting scene, seeing as how the few people I read that wrote it, got the lines either in the wrong place or forgot a word or two.
So, if I get enough reviews for this story, I'll write it. PLEASE REVIEW!