A/N This is Jack's story, how him, Barbossa, and Bill were banned from the
island. Well actually it's only the first bit of the story!! Please read
and review!! ^_^
Chapter Fourteen
*Seventeen Years Ago*
Jack Sparrow sat at the bar, he had already consumed three bottles of rum and was just about to barter for another when two people entered the pub and sat down either side of him.
"Perfect timing." He grinned, at Barbossa.
"What you be talkin' bout, Jack?"
"It's your round."
Barbossa grumbled as he purchased the rum, he gave the first bottle to Jack and slid the second past him to where Bill Turner was sitting.
"So this is what you've bin doing all morning then Jack? Whilst me an' Barbossa 'ave bin slaving away.."
"Barbossa slaving away, he ain't done a decent days work in his 'hole life." Jack said.
"Who said it be decent?" Barbossa asked, with a cruel grin.
Jack led the two from the bar, after another round of drinks, well actually to be precise it was more four rounds of drinks. But Jack Sparrow was a heavy drinker, and as he stumbled from the bar he hardly noticed the addition of alcohol in his body. Whereas Bootstrap Bill looked positively, if you'll excuse the expression, 'pissed out of his head'. Barbossa was supporting him as the men found their way to the docks.
Bootstrap Bill was the son of a local merchant, when his father had been hung for thieving, Bill vowed never to be honest again, as it had got his father nowhere and had eventually led him to his death. Bill had then got himself mixed in with the likes of Barbossa and Jack Sparrow. He often claimed it was the worse day of his life, but a handful of gold soon turned his mind. He was not the typical bloodthirsty pirate, he was almost like Jack 'a good pirate'. He plundered and stole, but only from those who could afford it, he had casual sex, but only with those who wanted it, and destroyed rival ships, but only those who.well basically every pirate ship they met he had some vendetta against.
Jack had taught him plenty, but in return Bootstrap taught his comrade a few clever moves with the sword. In fact if there was one person higher in Jack's esteem then Bill Turner it was Barbossa.
Barbossa and Jack had grown known each other for most of their lives. They watched out for each other, but one never completely trusted the other. But this air of distrust was often swept aside as the two prepared their next venture. These wild adventures the two shared resulted nine times out of ten in profit, this was split fifty fifty, or forty sixty, or thirty seventy, the profits normally tilting in Jack's favour.
The group sheltered in a dingy dockside pub for the night, the rates were cheap and included an almost edible breakfast, so the men couldn't complain.
The next morning Bill moaned angrily of a hangover, and claimed to a disbelieving and half asleep Jack Sparrow that he would never drink again.
Barbossa scorned from the corner. "Bootstrap Bill give up his booze, that would be like our Jack 'ere sayin' he no longer wanted to sail the seas, settlin' down an' marryin' some rich wench."
"It could happen." Jack said, as he peered out of the window, staring in silent awe at the wondrous presence of the Black Pearl.
Bill rolled his eyes as the group trooped down for 'breakfast'.
As they paid the tab, and disappeared from the dim hallway of the pub into the bright sun, Bill thought it was time to voice his doubts. He had always been unsure about this venture. Surely Jack and Barbossa were mad to think they could get away with such a thing?
"Look Jack, you sure we can get away wit' this?"
Jack shrugged. "We've commandeered ships before, ne'er had a bother."
"Yeah, but this is different."
"How?"
"For a start the Black Pearl is a registered ship, it has gained the right of the navy to sail and secondly the Pearl is a lot bigger then any ship you or Barbossa have ever taken." Bill replied.
"Must you dampen everythin'?" Barbossa demanded.
Jack grinned. "See that's the difference between you an' me Bill, ne'er shy away from a challenge, you'll regret it later!"
"Well if you say we can do it, then we can do it."
"Course we can." Jack turned to Barbossa. "The crew is to be trusted?"
Barbossa nodded, and hid a grin. "Course, cap'n." He spat the word, as though it was bitter on his tongue. "They'll do whatever I tell 'em."
"Is Rosie coming on this 'trip'?" Bill asked.
Jack shook his head. "She be a stayin' at 'ome, wit' the family."
"Family." Barbossa spat.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you like Rosie."
Barbossa scowled. "That baggage, never!"
"Whatever." Jack said, as the group arrived. They were just yards from the bobbing Black Pearl, anchored just off shore. "There she is."
For a few minutes the trio stared up at the forbidding form of the Black Pearl. The intricately carved figures having quite the reverse effect of their purpose. They were there to decorate the ship, instead they added an irresistible feature to thieves.
"Oh yes, I can definitely see my self captaining her." He said, with a grin. He turned away and began to walk back the way they had come. Bill followed after him leaving Barbossa staring up at the ship.
"So can I."
There was only military ship in the harbour, and after a few adjustments made by a cleverly disguised Bootstrap that ship would not be going anywhere for a long time, this prevented chase after the Pearl was taken. He threw himself out of the navy uniform as he once more donned his pirate gear. And then he sat down on the beach, starring up at the town clock every so often to wait for the return of Jack and Barbossa, who had gone to collect the crew. Jack was in two minds as his sharp eyes glided over the Barbossa's crew. That was what it was; Barbossa's crew. Cut throat thieves, rapists, murderers, the scum of the earth gathered under the stone roof of the pavilion. The men were dishonest in every possible way, and Jack wouldn't trust them further then he could throw them, but they were the best available. It would be impossible to assemble another crew in so short a time.
"So what do ye think?" Barbossa asked in an under tone.
Jack nodded. "I take it they can obey orders? 'Cause I'm not use to repeating me self."
"Course they can take orders, they be very willing."
Jack nodded once more and turned away. "We should return to the docks then, we take the Pearl come night fall."
Barbossa beckoned to the pirate crew and they trudged after him out of the stone pavilion. Jack returned to the bar for one last drink before setting sail.
The night began to fall on the corrupt seaside town of Hontula. The prostitutes began to walk the streets, their bare legs swaggering in the moonlight gloom. The honest men came out brandishing their wallets, desperately escaping nagging wives, and looking for a bit of 'horizontal entertainment'.
Jack sidled down the streets, swaying on his sea-legs, as he headed down to the docks. It was hard not to get side-tracked with all the 'distractions' walking past him, but he managed to reach the harbour without stopping, too many times.
Bill couldn't stand still, he was too nervous, he kept tapping his new gold tooth in a very irritating manner. Barbossa's crew stood awkwardly a little way away, they had said only two words to Bill and one of those was a grunt. Bill eyed them, menacingly, if he was unsure before, now he was even more worried. How could Jack seriously sail with those he didn't know? Barbossa was nowhere to be seen, if he had any sense he would be writing a goodbye note to Rosie, it was about time he noticed her for what she was. Rosie was a stunning woman, not the one for Bootstrap of course. He had his Lily, and she was the only woman he'd ever need. He had his son Will. It was hard leaving them behind, but he could never resist an offer from Sparrow. Lily and Jack had never met, Bill was reluctant to introduce them, he could not be entirely reliant on Lily's loyalty after she met the infamous Jack Sparrow. And Jack would see nothing wrong in helping himself to another's wife.
He sighed as he thought of all the times he had cheated on his Lil, in his heart he wanted to be a better husband. But the old saying is true, men don't think with their brains, they think with their.well you get the picture.
Maybe it was Jack. Jack was certainly a bad influence on him, the first time they had met.Just as Bill was remembering a classic moment in pirating history, Jack swaggered onto the docks.
He gave a quick look round. "Where's Barbossa?" he said, sticking his hands out at either side, and turning round in a full circle his sharp eyes roving the bobbing harbour. Eventually they rested lovingly on the distant silhouette of the Black Pearl.
"He'll be here soon."
"Said your goodbyes."
Bill nodded.
Jack turned to face him. "I'll level wit' you Bill, there be a chance however small that we never return 'ere, you still prepared to come?"
Bill nodded.
"Think about it." "I don't need to think about it, I love Lily but she has young Will. I need the sea Jack, I am but half a man without it." Bill said.
Just as Jack was nodding his dreadlocked, beaded head with approval, Barbossa arrived. It was time to go.
Chapter Fourteen
*Seventeen Years Ago*
Jack Sparrow sat at the bar, he had already consumed three bottles of rum and was just about to barter for another when two people entered the pub and sat down either side of him.
"Perfect timing." He grinned, at Barbossa.
"What you be talkin' bout, Jack?"
"It's your round."
Barbossa grumbled as he purchased the rum, he gave the first bottle to Jack and slid the second past him to where Bill Turner was sitting.
"So this is what you've bin doing all morning then Jack? Whilst me an' Barbossa 'ave bin slaving away.."
"Barbossa slaving away, he ain't done a decent days work in his 'hole life." Jack said.
"Who said it be decent?" Barbossa asked, with a cruel grin.
Jack led the two from the bar, after another round of drinks, well actually to be precise it was more four rounds of drinks. But Jack Sparrow was a heavy drinker, and as he stumbled from the bar he hardly noticed the addition of alcohol in his body. Whereas Bootstrap Bill looked positively, if you'll excuse the expression, 'pissed out of his head'. Barbossa was supporting him as the men found their way to the docks.
Bootstrap Bill was the son of a local merchant, when his father had been hung for thieving, Bill vowed never to be honest again, as it had got his father nowhere and had eventually led him to his death. Bill had then got himself mixed in with the likes of Barbossa and Jack Sparrow. He often claimed it was the worse day of his life, but a handful of gold soon turned his mind. He was not the typical bloodthirsty pirate, he was almost like Jack 'a good pirate'. He plundered and stole, but only from those who could afford it, he had casual sex, but only with those who wanted it, and destroyed rival ships, but only those who.well basically every pirate ship they met he had some vendetta against.
Jack had taught him plenty, but in return Bootstrap taught his comrade a few clever moves with the sword. In fact if there was one person higher in Jack's esteem then Bill Turner it was Barbossa.
Barbossa and Jack had grown known each other for most of their lives. They watched out for each other, but one never completely trusted the other. But this air of distrust was often swept aside as the two prepared their next venture. These wild adventures the two shared resulted nine times out of ten in profit, this was split fifty fifty, or forty sixty, or thirty seventy, the profits normally tilting in Jack's favour.
The group sheltered in a dingy dockside pub for the night, the rates were cheap and included an almost edible breakfast, so the men couldn't complain.
The next morning Bill moaned angrily of a hangover, and claimed to a disbelieving and half asleep Jack Sparrow that he would never drink again.
Barbossa scorned from the corner. "Bootstrap Bill give up his booze, that would be like our Jack 'ere sayin' he no longer wanted to sail the seas, settlin' down an' marryin' some rich wench."
"It could happen." Jack said, as he peered out of the window, staring in silent awe at the wondrous presence of the Black Pearl.
Bill rolled his eyes as the group trooped down for 'breakfast'.
As they paid the tab, and disappeared from the dim hallway of the pub into the bright sun, Bill thought it was time to voice his doubts. He had always been unsure about this venture. Surely Jack and Barbossa were mad to think they could get away with such a thing?
"Look Jack, you sure we can get away wit' this?"
Jack shrugged. "We've commandeered ships before, ne'er had a bother."
"Yeah, but this is different."
"How?"
"For a start the Black Pearl is a registered ship, it has gained the right of the navy to sail and secondly the Pearl is a lot bigger then any ship you or Barbossa have ever taken." Bill replied.
"Must you dampen everythin'?" Barbossa demanded.
Jack grinned. "See that's the difference between you an' me Bill, ne'er shy away from a challenge, you'll regret it later!"
"Well if you say we can do it, then we can do it."
"Course we can." Jack turned to Barbossa. "The crew is to be trusted?"
Barbossa nodded, and hid a grin. "Course, cap'n." He spat the word, as though it was bitter on his tongue. "They'll do whatever I tell 'em."
"Is Rosie coming on this 'trip'?" Bill asked.
Jack shook his head. "She be a stayin' at 'ome, wit' the family."
"Family." Barbossa spat.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you like Rosie."
Barbossa scowled. "That baggage, never!"
"Whatever." Jack said, as the group arrived. They were just yards from the bobbing Black Pearl, anchored just off shore. "There she is."
For a few minutes the trio stared up at the forbidding form of the Black Pearl. The intricately carved figures having quite the reverse effect of their purpose. They were there to decorate the ship, instead they added an irresistible feature to thieves.
"Oh yes, I can definitely see my self captaining her." He said, with a grin. He turned away and began to walk back the way they had come. Bill followed after him leaving Barbossa staring up at the ship.
"So can I."
There was only military ship in the harbour, and after a few adjustments made by a cleverly disguised Bootstrap that ship would not be going anywhere for a long time, this prevented chase after the Pearl was taken. He threw himself out of the navy uniform as he once more donned his pirate gear. And then he sat down on the beach, starring up at the town clock every so often to wait for the return of Jack and Barbossa, who had gone to collect the crew. Jack was in two minds as his sharp eyes glided over the Barbossa's crew. That was what it was; Barbossa's crew. Cut throat thieves, rapists, murderers, the scum of the earth gathered under the stone roof of the pavilion. The men were dishonest in every possible way, and Jack wouldn't trust them further then he could throw them, but they were the best available. It would be impossible to assemble another crew in so short a time.
"So what do ye think?" Barbossa asked in an under tone.
Jack nodded. "I take it they can obey orders? 'Cause I'm not use to repeating me self."
"Course they can take orders, they be very willing."
Jack nodded once more and turned away. "We should return to the docks then, we take the Pearl come night fall."
Barbossa beckoned to the pirate crew and they trudged after him out of the stone pavilion. Jack returned to the bar for one last drink before setting sail.
The night began to fall on the corrupt seaside town of Hontula. The prostitutes began to walk the streets, their bare legs swaggering in the moonlight gloom. The honest men came out brandishing their wallets, desperately escaping nagging wives, and looking for a bit of 'horizontal entertainment'.
Jack sidled down the streets, swaying on his sea-legs, as he headed down to the docks. It was hard not to get side-tracked with all the 'distractions' walking past him, but he managed to reach the harbour without stopping, too many times.
Bill couldn't stand still, he was too nervous, he kept tapping his new gold tooth in a very irritating manner. Barbossa's crew stood awkwardly a little way away, they had said only two words to Bill and one of those was a grunt. Bill eyed them, menacingly, if he was unsure before, now he was even more worried. How could Jack seriously sail with those he didn't know? Barbossa was nowhere to be seen, if he had any sense he would be writing a goodbye note to Rosie, it was about time he noticed her for what she was. Rosie was a stunning woman, not the one for Bootstrap of course. He had his Lily, and she was the only woman he'd ever need. He had his son Will. It was hard leaving them behind, but he could never resist an offer from Sparrow. Lily and Jack had never met, Bill was reluctant to introduce them, he could not be entirely reliant on Lily's loyalty after she met the infamous Jack Sparrow. And Jack would see nothing wrong in helping himself to another's wife.
He sighed as he thought of all the times he had cheated on his Lil, in his heart he wanted to be a better husband. But the old saying is true, men don't think with their brains, they think with their.well you get the picture.
Maybe it was Jack. Jack was certainly a bad influence on him, the first time they had met.Just as Bill was remembering a classic moment in pirating history, Jack swaggered onto the docks.
He gave a quick look round. "Where's Barbossa?" he said, sticking his hands out at either side, and turning round in a full circle his sharp eyes roving the bobbing harbour. Eventually they rested lovingly on the distant silhouette of the Black Pearl.
"He'll be here soon."
"Said your goodbyes."
Bill nodded.
Jack turned to face him. "I'll level wit' you Bill, there be a chance however small that we never return 'ere, you still prepared to come?"
Bill nodded.
"Think about it." "I don't need to think about it, I love Lily but she has young Will. I need the sea Jack, I am but half a man without it." Bill said.
Just as Jack was nodding his dreadlocked, beaded head with approval, Barbossa arrived. It was time to go.