Disclaimer: Ok, I know that Disney owns Jack and Co. And I know my friend wishes she owned Will. And I know my OTHER friend thinks she owns Jack. This could get interesting....
"So Jack," Will asked, "what about this treasure? Where is this island?" Jack smiled his insane grin. "The location of the treasure," Jack said looking around, "is on a small island about three weeks from Port Royal and Tortuga." He whipped out a map and pointed out a small island in the midst of the Caribbean. "Now Mr. Turner," Jack said slyly, "I'd suggest that you and your bonny lass go and mimic the young members of the crew....You know, show her you're not a eunuch..." He dodged a hit to the back of the head and grinned at the glare that Will had just put on his face. The young blacksmith exited the galley muttering something about finding his wife.
Jack Sparrow found himself alone in the galley. He walked to his cabin, silently thanking Arden for not taking his advice about adjourning there with Julian. He went to a nearby cupboard and took out a bottle of rum. He took a swig and grinned as the dark fiery liquid went down his throat. He settled himself on a chair and lost himself to his thoughts. He thought about the newest addition to his crew. That girl had a lot of potential as a fighter, anyone could see from the fight she and Will had had. And her and Julian? Now that was interesting. That girl definitely had a spark in her. Just like her mother.
****FLASHBACK****
At the bar of a dark and musty smelling bar in the depths of Tortuga sat a pirate. He looked young, a man in his prime. His dark hair was long, but not very. Some of it was braided and there were some beads in the braids. His brown eyes were rimmed with kohl and had a spark in them dulled only by the alcohol this man was consuming. The hand that clasped his flagon of rum had silver rings on it, while on his arm was a sign of a tattoo of a bird. On his head was a bandana topped off by a hat. He wore a sword and on his belt were a pistol and a compass. This man presented quite an interesting picture to the pair of emerald eyes that were watching him. The girl whom the eyes belonged to walked over to the bar and sat down next to the pirate. She was silent for a few moments until..
"Going to stare at the bar all night luv?" It was the pirate next to her. She turned and replied, "No, I was just thinking." The stranger grinned, one or two gold teeth gleaming in the light. "Thinkin' 'bout what, luv?" he asked. "Because there are better things for you to do besides just thinkin' there all by your onesies." At this the girl smiled. She looked at the man in interest.
"Who are you?" the girl asked. The man drew himself up a bit and replied, "The name's Jack Sparrow. The soon to be Captain Jack Sparrow." The girl looked amused. "Captain Jack Sparrow," she said. "Has a nice sort of ring to it." Sparrow grinned his mischievous grin at her.
"No need for you to tell me your name, luv," he said. "You'd be Claire Hawkins, wouldn't you." Claire nodded. "You're quite famous on this island for your...talents." Claire blushed, but quickly recovered. "Are you expressing an interest Sparrow?" she asked. She received her by Jack's hand moving up her leg and another hand holding out several coins. "This enough luv?" he asked. She nodded, smiling as she led him up the stairs....
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The second Claire closed the door of her small room, she found herself being pinned up against it. Jack bore down on her, his mouth crushing hers in a bruising kiss. She returned the kiss with equal ferocity stopping only when Jack left her mouth to look at her for a moment. "Don't worry Sparrow," she said. "You'll get your money's worth." She was immediately silenced by him kissing her again, one of his hands beginning to fiddle with the buttons on the front of her dress. Soon they were all undone and there she was, standing there in a shift and a corset, being pinned against the wall. She began unbuttoning Jack's vest, then moving on to his shirt, which was already open partially anyway. Soon both lay on the floor and she stopped kissing him to look for a moment. He was very tanned with several tattoos on various parts of his torso. A few jagged scars were on his arms, and the tattoo of a sparrow flying over the ocean was apparent. He did not have the brand that several pirates she had met had, but he would soon enough.
"Like what you see, luv?" he asked grinning. "Perhaps," she said. He reached for his sword, causing her to draw in a breath suddenly. All he did, however, was slice through her corset strings. Soon that fell away as well. Jack quickly spun her around until her back was to the bed. Leaning back a little she fell backwards onto it with the pirate on top of her. His beads and baubles were shining by the light of a single candle that burned next to her bed. She grinned up at Jack.
"Don't you think we're a little overdressed for this Captain?" she asked. At the use of the title, Jack laughed. "I agree, luv. But this light's bothering me too. He moved and right before he blew out the candle, he caught a glimpse of the girl bringing the shift above her head.
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Jack Sparrow was drunk. It was a rare occasion that he was usually this drunk, but at this moment, he felt it. Ten bottles of rum stood in front of him, and the shattered remains of others lay on the floor to make way for the ones on the table. He had been drinking for hours and didn't look like would have stopped if he hadn't passed out. That was how Gibbs found him.
"Cap'n?" Gibbs said. He walked over to Jack and shook him a little. No response. "Cap'n?" he tried again. No answer. Gibbs left the cabin and went down a couple of doors, knocking on one. "Will?" This time there was a response. Will Turner appeared a moment later looking quite disheveled, but that could have been from sleep.
"What's the matter, Gibbs?" Will asked. Gibbs shrugged, "Jack passed out and won't wake. What do you propose to do?" Will looked a bit exasperated. "Gibbs, why don't you wake him up the way we woke you up?" Gibbs' face lit up. "Aye, that'll about do it," he said. Five minutes later it was a very wet and unhappy Jack Sparrow who woke up spluttering. He had been leaning back in his chair and now was on the floor.
"BLOODY HELL!!!" Jack sat up looking at the very bemused Will Turner and Joshamee Gibbs standing in front of him. "Well that probably woke up the whole ship," said Will, holding in a laugh. Gibbs nodded. Jack gave them a death glare and they backed off...slightly. Wincing a great deal, Jack got off the floor and started to make his way toward his bed.
"Whatever time it is," Jack said, "just tell Anamaria to man the helm for a while.....ye may want to use a different word though. Oh and tell the young Miss Hawkins and Mr. Miller to be keepin' their personal business out of the galley and in their cabins, savvy?" Will nodded, still holding back laughter.
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A/N: SORRY ABOUT THE OBSCENELY SHORT CHAPTER!!! Oh and the fact that I haven't updated in forever. Busy times, busy times. I switched schools and joined a musical so my time has been slightly nonexistant. Did anyone see Oscar Night? I did!! Did anyone fall asleep during Oscar Night? I did!
"So Jack," Will asked, "what about this treasure? Where is this island?" Jack smiled his insane grin. "The location of the treasure," Jack said looking around, "is on a small island about three weeks from Port Royal and Tortuga." He whipped out a map and pointed out a small island in the midst of the Caribbean. "Now Mr. Turner," Jack said slyly, "I'd suggest that you and your bonny lass go and mimic the young members of the crew....You know, show her you're not a eunuch..." He dodged a hit to the back of the head and grinned at the glare that Will had just put on his face. The young blacksmith exited the galley muttering something about finding his wife.
Jack Sparrow found himself alone in the galley. He walked to his cabin, silently thanking Arden for not taking his advice about adjourning there with Julian. He went to a nearby cupboard and took out a bottle of rum. He took a swig and grinned as the dark fiery liquid went down his throat. He settled himself on a chair and lost himself to his thoughts. He thought about the newest addition to his crew. That girl had a lot of potential as a fighter, anyone could see from the fight she and Will had had. And her and Julian? Now that was interesting. That girl definitely had a spark in her. Just like her mother.
****FLASHBACK****
At the bar of a dark and musty smelling bar in the depths of Tortuga sat a pirate. He looked young, a man in his prime. His dark hair was long, but not very. Some of it was braided and there were some beads in the braids. His brown eyes were rimmed with kohl and had a spark in them dulled only by the alcohol this man was consuming. The hand that clasped his flagon of rum had silver rings on it, while on his arm was a sign of a tattoo of a bird. On his head was a bandana topped off by a hat. He wore a sword and on his belt were a pistol and a compass. This man presented quite an interesting picture to the pair of emerald eyes that were watching him. The girl whom the eyes belonged to walked over to the bar and sat down next to the pirate. She was silent for a few moments until..
"Going to stare at the bar all night luv?" It was the pirate next to her. She turned and replied, "No, I was just thinking." The stranger grinned, one or two gold teeth gleaming in the light. "Thinkin' 'bout what, luv?" he asked. "Because there are better things for you to do besides just thinkin' there all by your onesies." At this the girl smiled. She looked at the man in interest.
"Who are you?" the girl asked. The man drew himself up a bit and replied, "The name's Jack Sparrow. The soon to be Captain Jack Sparrow." The girl looked amused. "Captain Jack Sparrow," she said. "Has a nice sort of ring to it." Sparrow grinned his mischievous grin at her.
"No need for you to tell me your name, luv," he said. "You'd be Claire Hawkins, wouldn't you." Claire nodded. "You're quite famous on this island for your...talents." Claire blushed, but quickly recovered. "Are you expressing an interest Sparrow?" she asked. She received her by Jack's hand moving up her leg and another hand holding out several coins. "This enough luv?" he asked. She nodded, smiling as she led him up the stairs....
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The second Claire closed the door of her small room, she found herself being pinned up against it. Jack bore down on her, his mouth crushing hers in a bruising kiss. She returned the kiss with equal ferocity stopping only when Jack left her mouth to look at her for a moment. "Don't worry Sparrow," she said. "You'll get your money's worth." She was immediately silenced by him kissing her again, one of his hands beginning to fiddle with the buttons on the front of her dress. Soon they were all undone and there she was, standing there in a shift and a corset, being pinned against the wall. She began unbuttoning Jack's vest, then moving on to his shirt, which was already open partially anyway. Soon both lay on the floor and she stopped kissing him to look for a moment. He was very tanned with several tattoos on various parts of his torso. A few jagged scars were on his arms, and the tattoo of a sparrow flying over the ocean was apparent. He did not have the brand that several pirates she had met had, but he would soon enough.
"Like what you see, luv?" he asked grinning. "Perhaps," she said. He reached for his sword, causing her to draw in a breath suddenly. All he did, however, was slice through her corset strings. Soon that fell away as well. Jack quickly spun her around until her back was to the bed. Leaning back a little she fell backwards onto it with the pirate on top of her. His beads and baubles were shining by the light of a single candle that burned next to her bed. She grinned up at Jack.
"Don't you think we're a little overdressed for this Captain?" she asked. At the use of the title, Jack laughed. "I agree, luv. But this light's bothering me too. He moved and right before he blew out the candle, he caught a glimpse of the girl bringing the shift above her head.
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Jack Sparrow was drunk. It was a rare occasion that he was usually this drunk, but at this moment, he felt it. Ten bottles of rum stood in front of him, and the shattered remains of others lay on the floor to make way for the ones on the table. He had been drinking for hours and didn't look like would have stopped if he hadn't passed out. That was how Gibbs found him.
"Cap'n?" Gibbs said. He walked over to Jack and shook him a little. No response. "Cap'n?" he tried again. No answer. Gibbs left the cabin and went down a couple of doors, knocking on one. "Will?" This time there was a response. Will Turner appeared a moment later looking quite disheveled, but that could have been from sleep.
"What's the matter, Gibbs?" Will asked. Gibbs shrugged, "Jack passed out and won't wake. What do you propose to do?" Will looked a bit exasperated. "Gibbs, why don't you wake him up the way we woke you up?" Gibbs' face lit up. "Aye, that'll about do it," he said. Five minutes later it was a very wet and unhappy Jack Sparrow who woke up spluttering. He had been leaning back in his chair and now was on the floor.
"BLOODY HELL!!!" Jack sat up looking at the very bemused Will Turner and Joshamee Gibbs standing in front of him. "Well that probably woke up the whole ship," said Will, holding in a laugh. Gibbs nodded. Jack gave them a death glare and they backed off...slightly. Wincing a great deal, Jack got off the floor and started to make his way toward his bed.
"Whatever time it is," Jack said, "just tell Anamaria to man the helm for a while.....ye may want to use a different word though. Oh and tell the young Miss Hawkins and Mr. Miller to be keepin' their personal business out of the galley and in their cabins, savvy?" Will nodded, still holding back laughter.
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A/N: SORRY ABOUT THE OBSCENELY SHORT CHAPTER!!! Oh and the fact that I haven't updated in forever. Busy times, busy times. I switched schools and joined a musical so my time has been slightly nonexistant. Did anyone see Oscar Night? I did!! Did anyone fall asleep during Oscar Night? I did!