This takes place after another fan fic of mine "Sins of the Father", so you might want to read that first. Also, The only thing I own in this are my original characters, Jacquelyn and I'm sure others. But basically, if he/she/it was not mentioned in POTC, then it's mine, savvy? Enjoy!
"Where are we?"
"England, probably"
"How is that possible?" Jacquelyn asked. It had been nearly two months since she last saw land. Almost seven since she escaped Port Royal with her father, the pirate.
"England owns everything, love. Even the prices on my head. And yours." Captain Jack Sparrow stood over his charts, empty bottles holding the tearing edges down. He looked up at her. Daughter Jacquelyn was a wanted woman now. She was seated in a large chair, legs crossed at the ankles, back straight, head held painfully level.
"You can relax y'know, love. You on a pirate ship. You have been for some time now."
"And en route to England. How can I relax when we're going to England?"
"One of it's prizes, not England itself. Just one of many jewels in the crown, so to speak: India."
Jacquelyn stood up and looked out the cabin's large window, onto the sea. "India? It's awfully exotic. And that was an excellent metaphor, Father."
He smiled and sat back down, grabbing a half-empty bottle from under his chair. "India," he sighed. "Haven't been there in a while. S'where I got this little mark." He held up his arm and showed her the P scarred into his flesh, thanks to the East India Company.
"Then is it wise to go? You're a marked man." The door creaked open. Mr Gibbs stood in the door way.
"So are you." he turned his attention to his first mate. "Yes Mr Gibbs?"
"Land's in site, sir. Seem about a league from port. Little place called Bombay."
Sparrow nodded and waved him away. Jacquelyn stood behind her father. "Bombay it is then."
The Black Pearl, light as she was, was too big too pull into port. Gibbs, Ana Maria, and two or three stayed aboard as a dinghy went in. Mr Cotton's parrot squawked "Land ho! Land ho!" continuously. Jack's eye twitched. "If you don't stow it, bird, I'll blow your beak off."
An obnoxious "Aye aye, Cap'n!" was the reply.
Small fishing boats were a few hundred yards off. Nets gleaming with silvery fish were being pulled in. Seagulls cried shrilly, flying only inches from the catch.
"Cover you eyes, love," Jack warned "These people aren't exactly decent."
Jacquelyn laughed. "And you are?" She turned and gasped a little as they passed the boats. The men were practically naked, save for white turbans and fragile undergarments. Her head immediately turned to her lap as Jack laughed, waving to the natives. "And you thought the those islands were bad."
"Where are we?"
"England, probably"
"How is that possible?" Jacquelyn asked. It had been nearly two months since she last saw land. Almost seven since she escaped Port Royal with her father, the pirate.
"England owns everything, love. Even the prices on my head. And yours." Captain Jack Sparrow stood over his charts, empty bottles holding the tearing edges down. He looked up at her. Daughter Jacquelyn was a wanted woman now. She was seated in a large chair, legs crossed at the ankles, back straight, head held painfully level.
"You can relax y'know, love. You on a pirate ship. You have been for some time now."
"And en route to England. How can I relax when we're going to England?"
"One of it's prizes, not England itself. Just one of many jewels in the crown, so to speak: India."
Jacquelyn stood up and looked out the cabin's large window, onto the sea. "India? It's awfully exotic. And that was an excellent metaphor, Father."
He smiled and sat back down, grabbing a half-empty bottle from under his chair. "India," he sighed. "Haven't been there in a while. S'where I got this little mark." He held up his arm and showed her the P scarred into his flesh, thanks to the East India Company.
"Then is it wise to go? You're a marked man." The door creaked open. Mr Gibbs stood in the door way.
"So are you." he turned his attention to his first mate. "Yes Mr Gibbs?"
"Land's in site, sir. Seem about a league from port. Little place called Bombay."
Sparrow nodded and waved him away. Jacquelyn stood behind her father. "Bombay it is then."
The Black Pearl, light as she was, was too big too pull into port. Gibbs, Ana Maria, and two or three stayed aboard as a dinghy went in. Mr Cotton's parrot squawked "Land ho! Land ho!" continuously. Jack's eye twitched. "If you don't stow it, bird, I'll blow your beak off."
An obnoxious "Aye aye, Cap'n!" was the reply.
Small fishing boats were a few hundred yards off. Nets gleaming with silvery fish were being pulled in. Seagulls cried shrilly, flying only inches from the catch.
"Cover you eyes, love," Jack warned "These people aren't exactly decent."
Jacquelyn laughed. "And you are?" She turned and gasped a little as they passed the boats. The men were practically naked, save for white turbans and fragile undergarments. Her head immediately turned to her lap as Jack laughed, waving to the natives. "And you thought the those islands were bad."