I'm glad you people liked this, thus far. I'm hoping to add a few scenes in here that are of my own idea. Hope you enjoy them as well!

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor any of the characters. Disney owns them. Though, I'd gladly buy Jack from them!!

Rum

"Drink up me 'earties yo ho." Elizabeth said, telling Jack the next line in the song.

"Drink up me hearties yo ho." I repeated.

"No. More, slurred. Like those pirates in books. Me 'earties yo ho." Elizabeth said.

I raised an eyebrow. "You know Miss. Swann, I never would have expected to see the day when I was taught to talk like a pirate by a Governor's daughter."

Elizabeth gave a faint blush. "Well, when one becomes bored and their life is on the line, it's not that uncommon to act… well different."

I gave a nod of approval. "Besides, I promised I won't tell. So, teach away Miss. Swann."

"Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and daddies, Drink up me 'earties yo ho!" Elizabeth finished.

I let out a sound that sounded like a chocked chuckle. Elizabeth glared at me.

"What? What is so funny?" She questioned, getting a little annoyed at me laughing at her.

"Nothing." I said, with a hint of laughter in my voice. Her glare loosened. "Mommy…" Then I started laughing.

Elizabeth glared him, like she was trying to set me on fire. "Well, if you're going to be a child about all this, then you can forget about me teaching you."

I calmed myself down enough to give her a serious face. "I'm terrible sorry Miss. Swann. Just, I thought you were old enough not to call for your mommy is all." I cracked a smile.

Elizabeth gave a very distinct growling sound at me before getting up and walking away.

I couldn't contain myself. I started laughing. As you have probably all ready guessed it, I had a bit to drink by this point. I laid down against the sand, staring up at the sky.

It was becoming dark out and the sun was about half an hour away from setting. It had taken me a full five minutes to stop laughing. I gave a deep breath calming myself down. The buzz had just about left me at this point. I had started drinking in between Elizabeth talking to me. When I had finished a while ago, she finished the song.

"Jack." I heard her voice call to me. She sat down next to me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked up at her.

"What do you think will happen to Will?" She questioned, her voice full of worry.

"I image Barbossa and his crew will kill him. Blood thirsty little devils aren't they?" I said in a bored voice.

"How can you just lay there and not doing anything when you know what they are going to do to him!" Elizabeth said, standing up. "Don't you dare tell me you've given up!"

"Of course I haven't." I started. Elizabeth giving me an approving look. "They might leave him after they cut his throat open and he still has a chance of living."

Elizabeth's jaw clenched. At this point I was sure if I was standing, she would have slapped me. And I have a feeling it would hurt a lot more then anything Scarlet, Giselle or Anamaria could give me.

"Don't get me wrong love. I truly believe Will has a fighting chance weather we're there to help him or not." I said to her.

"How do you know? You barely even know him." She said, sitting down next to me. I could hear the tears in her voice. She was close to letting it all go.

I sat up on my elbows, looking at her. She did remind me of someone. I couldn't put my finger on it though.

The way She stood up to everyone. The confidence. The spirit. Her drive to help the one she loves more than anything else in the world. She truly did remind me of someone.

"I may not have spent the last eight years getting to know him Miss. Swann, but there is something I know about him that no one else in your town knows about good old Will Turner." I said to her, smirking.

"And what would that be exactly?" She questioned me. It sort of sounded like she didn't believe me. Which, lets face it, wasn't that far of a stretch.

"Why, I know whose blood runs in his veins." I said to her, smirking. I knew Bootstrap better than anyone else in the world. Probably better then his wife too. He was my best friend from the age of 12. There's nothing I wouldn't do for the man if he but asked it.

"You mean his father?" Elizabeth questioned.

I nodded.

"What… what was Will's father like?" Elizabeth questioned.

I sighed, laying back down on the sand. "Bootstrap, was the most honest Pirate on the sea. Probably the only honest pirate on the sea. He always stuck to the code like it was law. He knew everything about ships and sailing. Also, one hell of a sword fighter."

I rolled up my sleeve on my right arm, exposing a scar that was clearly made from a sword. It was a straight line from my shoulder, half way to my elbow.

"This, is when I first met Bootstrap. We got into a scuffle at Tortuga when I was 11 and he was 16."

"Why did he want to fight you?" Elizabeth questioned.

I was more then happy to relay the tale. It kept both our minds off of Will.

"Well, when I was 11, I figured I was old enough to be a pirate. A true one, with a crew and all." I started.

"But, you were just a child." Elizabeth said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Well, that may be true Miss. Swann, but I was very arrogant as a child." And too trustworthy, I added to myself.

"I came into Tortuga, expected line ups of people waiting to become my crew members. When, lows to behold, no one took me seriously. I had a ship. The Black Pearl." I said, remembering how she looked the very day I got her. Her fine wood, polished to perfection. Her sails, crisp and new. Everything about her seemed to be from a dream. Her deck, clean enough to eat off of. The sound of the wind catching her sails. Everything about her was wonderful.

"Jack?" Elizabeth questioned.

Apparently I was staring off. I shook my head a bit, before continuing. "Well, I went into a tavern. I thought I was the best swordsman there was in all the world, since I was trained by one of the best. I also practiced five hours a day."

"Will Practices three hours a day." Elizabeth piped in.

"Yes, I've been informed of that one." I said to her. "Any ways, along with MY story. I challenged the best in the tavern, which happened to be Bootstrap."

"How did you know he was the best?" Elizabeth questioned.



"Well, he was the only one with a sword and wasn't tripping over his own feet." I explained. "So, we walked out into the open and drew swords. Well, I eventually won, due to some cleaver maneuvering."

"You mean, you cheated."

I sighed. "Pirate."

Elizabeth just nodded in understanding.

"Well, after that, these guys came looking for him. They thought I was with him, so they attacked both of us. We both fought against those guys together and ran off to escape. There were way too many, even for the two of us great sword fighters. We both went onto the Black Pearl and set sail. I still didn't have a crew and was stuck on the ship with him, alone, for the next month. We eventually got along."

"So, you mean to say the only reason why Will's father and you became friends was because you both were stuck together, even though you didn't like each other at first?" Elizabeth questioned.



"You would be correct." I said. Once that left my mouth, I realized how similar the story sounded to how Will and I became… well not friends… but not enemies either. Will and I both fought, were thrown into a situation where we both could help one another, then stuck on a ship together, until we got along. No wonder I kept him under my wing. He was more like old Bootstrap then even I realized.

"Were you two best of friends while on the ship?" Elizabeth questioned.

"No. Not even close. We hated each other at first. Always picking fights, only to injure ourselves and end up patching each other up for it later. It took us a good two weeks before we started talking without picking a fight every time." I could remember those days too. Bootstrap and I fighting over who would be steering and who would be deciding where we go. Only after I had tripped him up in the sail lines and hung him over the side of the ship for a good three hours did he finally cave in.

"What happened after the month was up?" She questioned, honestly wanting to know. Apparently she loved stories like this. It was then easy to understand why she would know my tales. She was very avid about hearing stories.

"Well, we finally agreed on something. That we needed to stop for food somewhere. Along the way we picked up two crew members. After getting into a few more scuffles, we decided to call it truce as the Pearl took on her first ship in battle. The Pearl won of course, taking a merchant ship. After that, we returned to Tortuga, picked up a better sized crew, made some small repairs and headed out to sea again. It was a normal pirate life for a few more years. Until, we went to England. Bootstrap met Will's future mother, and married her within two weeks of meeting her. After running out of money, he came back to join my ship. Two weeks later, I hear a story about a treasure on an island that no one can find, expect for those who already know where it is."

"And that's when you picked up Barbossa and his crew, then they-"

"They threw me on this island."

"But what about Will's Father?"

"He, stood to the side and let it happen." I said to her. She gave me a look that seemed a cross between pity and unbelieving. "I can't say I blame him. He had a son and wife to think about. No use in getting himself killed before he could see his son's seventh birthday."

"But, how could he let them do that? Weren't you two best of friends?" Elizabeth questioned. Not wanting to believe that Will's father could ever do that.

"You're not thinking of the big picture, Miss. Swann." I said to her. "Bootstrap already knew he couldn't stop it even if he fought everyone of them one on one in a fair fight. He couldn't. So, he took it upon himself to stay and see things through. When he found out the gold was cursed, he sent off a piece to Will in order to stop Barbossa from releasing the curse. He made them suffer for what they did to me. It's much more then what he could have done before hand." I said, sitting up.

"But still. I don't see how he could have known the curse could be true. What if it wasn't? What would he have done then?" Elizabeth questioned.

I shrugged. "Probably reap with the spoils, then come to fetch me off the island before I starved to death. Or spread the word that I was stuck somewhere for someone to come get me."

"But, that's a huge risk."

"And one we both were willing to take." I said, standing up. I bent down and picked up to rum bottle.

Elizabeth stared down at the ground, seemingly thinking over what I told her.

I took a swing of rum, feeling it rush down my throat and into my empty gut. My stomach growled loudly, being deprived of food for a while. I walked over to the fire and put some more dry branches into it, making sure it stayed at good level.

The air was becoming cooler already. The sun had just set and the night air was taking over.

"Jack." Elizabeth questioned. I turned to look at her. "Did you meet Will as a child?"

I raised an eyebrow. And here I thought she was going to ask a question about me. Of course she was going to ask something about Will! I could almost hit myself for thinking other wise. She was in bloody love with him and didn't even know it!

"Aye. I met him when he was just a baby." I said.

"Oh."

"That's when I became his God Father." I said, smiling at the memory. Will was a baby with the highest pitched scream you had ever heard! He could call anyone to attention when he was upset. As soon as he rested in my arms, he would become as quiet as a mouse. Which is why I was stuck with him for a week while Bootstrap and his wife went off together.

"You're… you're.." Elizabeth started, not really able to comprehend.

"Yes. I'm his God Father. The legal guardian of Will until he reaches 18, which I am happy to say is very soon. About two weeks, as I recall." I said, smiling, I took another swing of Rum. Ok, buzz is back! I'm feeling rather good at the moment.

"Yes. He's going to be 18 in two weeks…" Elizabeth started.

"And when, might I ask, you be turning 18?" I asked, slinging my arm over her shoulder.

"In four weeks." She said, removing my arm from her shoulders.

My brows came together. "Don't you ever just loosen up Love?"

"It's Miss. Swann and no I don't." She said, crossing her arms.

"Well, then. Best be making that change quickly." I said, picking up her discarded rum bottle and putting it in her hands. I grinned at her. "Rum?"

She glared at me for a few seconds, before taking the bottle. She took a swing of it.

"That's the spirit! Now, how about a trip of that song of yours?" I said, grinning. "How did it go again?"

"Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirates life for me." She said.

"Ah yes." I said, putting my arm, linking with hers. "Let's sing. Yo ho, Yo ho, A Pirate's life for me!"

She glared at me, trying to escape my hold, but I held her fast.

"Get into the spirit! It's not every day you get stuck on a island in the middle of the Caribbean with Rum and the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow!" I said, taking another swing of Rum. "Try to have a bit of fun love."

She took a swing, and started to sing bits and pieces of the song with me.

After the fifth time singing it, her bottle was half way gone and mine, well, I don't know. I felt happy and like I was floating. A very good feeling. Not like the one I had when I first got on this island, no sir-e! I felt rather good, if I may say so.

"And really bad eggs, Drink up me 'earties yo ho!" I shouted, traveling around the fire, dancing around it with Elizabeth circling it also, but the other way. "Yo ho, yo ho- Ouch!" rock. "A pirates life for me! I LOVE this song!"

Her and I link arms, traveling around in a circle. I can barely tell she was laughing. We lose the contact. I turn to her. "Really, Bad eggs!" My favorite part of course! Uh oh. Balance loss.

I can fell myself loss all sense of balance. And if I don't go down soon, I'm going to lose what little I ate. I felt myself go back and made a little sound as I fell.

Elizabeth was standing, seemingly lost in her own drunkenness.

"When I get the Pearl back-" I pull her down to sit next to me. I want to know she's paying attention. I have something important to say. It's about me Pearl! "I'm going to teach it to the whole crew! And we'll sing it all the time!"

"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main." She says to me.

My eyebrows go together. Is that all? I thought my legends would go further then that. "Not just the Spanish Main love. The entire ocean. The entire world. Where ever we want to go, we go. See, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a haul and deck and sails, that's what a ship needs. But, what a ship is. What the Black Pearl, really is… is freedom." I direct my attention to the sea, staring out.

I can just imagine the Pearl, sacking ports left and right. The legend of the infamous captain on board of her, steering her to the greatest treasures the world had ever known. Her crew, as quick and cunning as their captain.

I feel her leaning against my shoulder.

"Jack. Must be really terrible for you to be trapped here." She says. I'm assuming she means being trapped here for a second time, by the same people. But hey, let's not think of that right now. I have a very, VERY lovely woman on my shoulder.

I look around, just to make sure no one is watching. You know, can't be too careful. She is, after all, just under aged.

"Oh yes. Terrible." I say, wrapping my arm around her. "But the company is infinitely better then last time, I'm thinking."

Very nice compliment, if I say so myself. Ok, let's add a bit more. That way, I'm sure to have her.

"The scenery has definitely improved." I say, a smirk reaching my lips.

"Mr. Sparrow!" She says, like I offended her. I looked up in confusion as she pulls away from me. "I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

Oh. The high classed act again. She wants a high classed guy. Ok. I can be that. "I know exactly what you mean love." I fix my mustache to look a little more like those high classed men, then give a very high classed look. That should do the trick. I can hear a small laugh. I reach behind her neck and rub her shoulder.

She holds out her bottle. "To Freedom."

I look at her, then the bottle. Didn't I just explain, the Black Pearl was freedom? "To the Black Pearl." There. Corrected. I tap my bottle against hers' and start chugging my bottle. Once I get the taste for rum it's very hard to stop drinking it.

The next thing I knew, I was passed out.

My head was fuzzy and my memory was spaced. I remember a small talk with Elizabeth and that song. But, My head is too fuzzy to remember. One thing I love about being my age. I'm used to rum so I don't get the hang over.

I sniffed the air. It smelled like thick smoke. I open my eyes. The light hits my eyes harshly. I was very close to closing them again, but the smell.

I turn my head to see a huge cloud of smoke. Miss. Swann. She was my first thought. Was she caught in it?

I stand to check it out, but my mind and body seemed to be still spaced out. That's when I see her form tossing a barrel of something into the fire. Barrel… fire.. smoke..

"NO!" I go over to her. "NOT GOOD! STOP!" She tossed another barrel into the fire.

"What do you think you're doing? You burned all the food, the shade… the RUM!" I say as she walked past me. I couldn't help but stare at the think smoke and fire going over the hidden hole of rum. She burned everything! The RUM!

"Yes. The rum is gone." She said.

I turned around and walk up to her. "Why is the rum gone?"

She turned around with a glare. "ONE, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most self respecting men into complete scoundrels."

I'm guessing she's pointing that one at me.

"Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out there looking for me, do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"

And all the while my mind is going, Food… gone. I can understand. Thickens the smoke. Shade… gone. Harsh, but could feed the fire for long enough. Rum.. GONE!! No reason! NO REASON!

"But why is the rum gone?" I ask again.

She turns around, sitting down. Apparently she was through with looking at me. I can hardly contain myself! How dare she burn my rum! The ONE thing I had going for me on this whole bloody island and she HAD TO BURN IT!

"You just wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour maybe two, keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on the horizon." She said, staring out into the ocean.

My rum.. my buzz giving, liquid happiness, one thing I can stand on this island… gone. She did it! I can't believe her! How dare she do that! It was MY rum! Well, if I have to be a gentleman, I'll make sure her death is painless and quick!

I pull out my gun, getting ready to shoot her.

How could she do that? Burning it! How dare she! But, I did promise Will… I can't go back on my word.

I'd better get out of here before I really do shoot her. I tuck my pistol away and get as far away from her as possible.

Sure. Get what you want out of me! Learn my back story then throw away my one true happiness on this island! She's as cunning and deceiving as… well… ME! A woman shouldn't act like that!

I shouldn't have given her any rum.

I could kick myself for this one! Imagine! The guys back in Tortuga hearing that a Governor's daughter got the better of Captain Sparrow! They would laugh me right off the island! My reputation is completely ruined!

Besides, there's not sure way anyone would see that signal! NO POSSIBLE WAY! She took a HUGE risk with doing that! How could she?!?

And she pretended to actually CARE about me last night! "Must have been terrible for you jack, trapped on this island, must have been terrible for you." I say to myself, imitating her. I turn around and shout. "Well, it bloody is NOW!"

I turn back around and low and behold. Right over the Horizon, a ship with white sails. Anchored. With a row boat coming out to investigate.

Crap.

"There will be no living with her after this." I say, looking back to the beach where I left her. She'll probably be saying 'I told you so' soon enough.

That's my SECOND chapter. I just felt like I needed to give Jack a back story. I always thought Jack would be telling Elizabeth some story about his past. Besides, I wanted you all to know my take on how Jack and Bootstrap met.

Someone asked me (My friend would read this before you all did. Hi ya Ashley!) how I get into Jack's mind frame. Simple. Stay awake for 30 something hours. It makes you much more laid back and sort of lazy. Which is, in fact, how I see Captain Jack. The next is the rescue and on the Dauntless.