(((Ok I'm a bad person and told some of you that this took place a few
months before the whole movie happens, but I lied. It takes place like
three years, before Elizabeth and Will and the rest of the gang bang. So
back to the story. Also when the writing is in Italics Mare is
signing...you'll see what I'm talking about, anyway, ONWARD!!!)))
Three years had past since Jack and Mare's meeting. Together, they plundered and savaged the Spanish Main, become known to all and feared by all. Mare is now nineteen years old, and Jack has become like a father, brother, and even like a lover in some small ways. They were inseparable. Jack loved Mare and she him, but they were not beyond friendship.
Mare rested briefly in her endless bailing. Even as she rested the water swelled to past her ankles. She gritted her teeth and pounded on the mast. About eight feet up, at the top of the mast, was Captain Jack Sparrow. He looked down and seeing the water quickly filling the boat, slid down on a cord.
"Cant you do anything wench?" She shoved the bucket into his chest and folded her arms. Jack sighed.
"Alright, but only for a little while, shores in sight." Mare smiled broadly and clamored up the mast, then rested on Jack's perch. She saw indeed Jack was right, and she could already see the small town of Port Royal. Before them was a large rock, with something dangling off it. She shaded her eyes and frowned at the corpses swinging softly in the breeze. She stomped twice on the boom and Jack looked up. She pointed at the dead, and he shook his head, placing his hat on his heart. Soon he simply dropped the bucket and climbed up with Mare. The water had risen at least three inches deeper by the time he reached the top. Jack shrugged.
"No use in savin it now"
They received looks of puzzlement and curiosity as they sailed into Port Royal's docks. Others would have said they sank into Port Royal, but Mare liked to look at the bright side of things. The boat hit the harbor bottom only inches before the dock. Jack gestured to Mare.
"Ladies first." She mimicked a curtsy and leapt onto the dock. She and Jack made their way to the shore when a plump man stopped them.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." He snapped. Jack and Mare exchanged glances and pulled out their money pouches, each slipping the man three shillings.
"What do you say to three shillings and forget the names." The man swallowed and smiled.
"Well come to Port Royal Mr. Smith and, erm, Miss Brown." Jack smiled and then the walked away. As they approached the man's small desk, Jack snatched his money pouch and side tossed it to mare who slipped it under her shirt. Jack always said she looked more innocent, plus she was a girl. Her innocence had dwindled over the years. She now stood at 5'7 and her hair grew to her mid back but was still braided, and secretly under her sleeve she now wore a pirate brand on her wrist.
Together they walked the wharf with an air of boredom, secretly comparing thoughts on the ships. Jack paused in front of a rather small ship.
"What do you think" he whispered pretending to admire some freshly caught lobster. Mare scratched her chin. Then she quickly signed her thoughts to him. Through the years, Jack got tired of her often pointing and her trying to act out her thoughts, so they had developed a type of language, in which mare spoke with her hands. It was very useful, for Jack a few others understood what she said.
"Too small? How big do we need?"
"Bigger than that piece of drift wood." Jack nodded, then was still. Mare turned and followed his gaze. There on the farthest corner of the docks was the British Army's ship, the Dauntless. Mare cocked her head thinking. Jack spat on the ground.
"We can do it."
"Who do you see guarding?"
"Two reds. We can take 'em." And together the waltzed off to the ship.
The two guards were instantly alert when Jack and Mare approached. Mare smiled flirtatiously, while Jack simply grinned. The soldiers exchanged glances and the thin guard piped up.
"This dock is of limits to...civilians." Mare ignored the rest of the conversation, and admired the ship. It was a good ship, and she heard it was bloody fast. Apparently it had just been prepared for a journey, for empty crates where strewn about the dock around it. Suddenly she felt a tug on her shoulder. Jack was slipping quietly onto the ship, leaving the dim-witted soldiers quarreling over the existence of the Black Pearl. Jack instantly crept to the wheel while Mare walked the decks examining the ship. Unfortunately, a shout rose from the two babbling guards and they were quick to board the ship and were pointing muskets at the both of them. The thin guard twitched a little.
"Um, we supposed to point guns at women?" The larger guard shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't know, I don't think its bad." They exchanged glances and began questioning Jack. After a moment Jack was telling stories of his adventures, which had captivated her too, years ago, and Mare was free to explore.
Jack had gone through three storied and was telling the tale of him and the natives of Galla, when Mare noticed movement at the top of the cliffs. She squinted into the brilliant sunlight and saw two figures on a stony ledge. As She watched, one began to fall. Mare gapped and stumbled to the rail and watched the figure, a woman, plummet to the waters. Jack saw it too and was instantly on his feet. He looked doubtfully at the guards.
"Will you be saving her then?" The fat one shook his head looking a bit embarrassed.
"I can swim." The thinner one shook his head. Jack sneered, and tossed his hat, gun and jacket to Mare, before diving into the watery blue.
Three years had past since Jack and Mare's meeting. Together, they plundered and savaged the Spanish Main, become known to all and feared by all. Mare is now nineteen years old, and Jack has become like a father, brother, and even like a lover in some small ways. They were inseparable. Jack loved Mare and she him, but they were not beyond friendship.
Mare rested briefly in her endless bailing. Even as she rested the water swelled to past her ankles. She gritted her teeth and pounded on the mast. About eight feet up, at the top of the mast, was Captain Jack Sparrow. He looked down and seeing the water quickly filling the boat, slid down on a cord.
"Cant you do anything wench?" She shoved the bucket into his chest and folded her arms. Jack sighed.
"Alright, but only for a little while, shores in sight." Mare smiled broadly and clamored up the mast, then rested on Jack's perch. She saw indeed Jack was right, and she could already see the small town of Port Royal. Before them was a large rock, with something dangling off it. She shaded her eyes and frowned at the corpses swinging softly in the breeze. She stomped twice on the boom and Jack looked up. She pointed at the dead, and he shook his head, placing his hat on his heart. Soon he simply dropped the bucket and climbed up with Mare. The water had risen at least three inches deeper by the time he reached the top. Jack shrugged.
"No use in savin it now"
They received looks of puzzlement and curiosity as they sailed into Port Royal's docks. Others would have said they sank into Port Royal, but Mare liked to look at the bright side of things. The boat hit the harbor bottom only inches before the dock. Jack gestured to Mare.
"Ladies first." She mimicked a curtsy and leapt onto the dock. She and Jack made their way to the shore when a plump man stopped them.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." He snapped. Jack and Mare exchanged glances and pulled out their money pouches, each slipping the man three shillings.
"What do you say to three shillings and forget the names." The man swallowed and smiled.
"Well come to Port Royal Mr. Smith and, erm, Miss Brown." Jack smiled and then the walked away. As they approached the man's small desk, Jack snatched his money pouch and side tossed it to mare who slipped it under her shirt. Jack always said she looked more innocent, plus she was a girl. Her innocence had dwindled over the years. She now stood at 5'7 and her hair grew to her mid back but was still braided, and secretly under her sleeve she now wore a pirate brand on her wrist.
Together they walked the wharf with an air of boredom, secretly comparing thoughts on the ships. Jack paused in front of a rather small ship.
"What do you think" he whispered pretending to admire some freshly caught lobster. Mare scratched her chin. Then she quickly signed her thoughts to him. Through the years, Jack got tired of her often pointing and her trying to act out her thoughts, so they had developed a type of language, in which mare spoke with her hands. It was very useful, for Jack a few others understood what she said.
"Too small? How big do we need?"
"Bigger than that piece of drift wood." Jack nodded, then was still. Mare turned and followed his gaze. There on the farthest corner of the docks was the British Army's ship, the Dauntless. Mare cocked her head thinking. Jack spat on the ground.
"We can do it."
"Who do you see guarding?"
"Two reds. We can take 'em." And together the waltzed off to the ship.
The two guards were instantly alert when Jack and Mare approached. Mare smiled flirtatiously, while Jack simply grinned. The soldiers exchanged glances and the thin guard piped up.
"This dock is of limits to...civilians." Mare ignored the rest of the conversation, and admired the ship. It was a good ship, and she heard it was bloody fast. Apparently it had just been prepared for a journey, for empty crates where strewn about the dock around it. Suddenly she felt a tug on her shoulder. Jack was slipping quietly onto the ship, leaving the dim-witted soldiers quarreling over the existence of the Black Pearl. Jack instantly crept to the wheel while Mare walked the decks examining the ship. Unfortunately, a shout rose from the two babbling guards and they were quick to board the ship and were pointing muskets at the both of them. The thin guard twitched a little.
"Um, we supposed to point guns at women?" The larger guard shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't know, I don't think its bad." They exchanged glances and began questioning Jack. After a moment Jack was telling stories of his adventures, which had captivated her too, years ago, and Mare was free to explore.
Jack had gone through three storied and was telling the tale of him and the natives of Galla, when Mare noticed movement at the top of the cliffs. She squinted into the brilliant sunlight and saw two figures on a stony ledge. As She watched, one began to fall. Mare gapped and stumbled to the rail and watched the figure, a woman, plummet to the waters. Jack saw it too and was instantly on his feet. He looked doubtfully at the guards.
"Will you be saving her then?" The fat one shook his head looking a bit embarrassed.
"I can swim." The thinner one shook his head. Jack sneered, and tossed his hat, gun and jacket to Mare, before diving into the watery blue.