Several Years Later.
The morning had just begun to break as the sun shined into the window of
the inn. It slowly crawled across the floorboards, until hitting the
lopsided bed. In it was the body of a man, unmoved by the suns rays hitting his tan face. He just rolled over and let it warm his back. He didn't even see the shadow slinking into his room. It slowly made its way toward the bed, its footsteps unheard by anyone. In its hand was a well crafted sword, ready to strike. Its body moved more gracefully than a well trained dancer, but was as deadly as a cobra. Suddenly, a footstep turned into a creak as a floorboard gave away to its light weight. The man in the
bed opened his eyes and realized the presence in his room. He quickly grabbed his sword from the side of his bed and jumped into ready stance.
"Thought ye could get me in my sleep, did ye?" He asked. The shadow just
chuckled.
"I would have preferred the element of surprise, but this will have to do."
They answered as the two circled each other, sizing one another up. The man struck first, only to be blocked by the worthy foe. They went back and forth several times, each trying to gain the advantage. It almost seemed that they could read each others thought. Soon, they were in a deadlock.
Their faces were so close, their noses were touching.
"Excellent foot work I might add." The man smirked, his gold teeth glinting in the morning light. His opponent pushed away and resumed ready
stance.
"Why thank you." It answered as they struck again. Each swipe of the sword sent its sound through the halls of the inn, causing others to gaze out their own rooms in wonder. Back and forth, they continued, until the
mans sword was knocked out of his hand and sent into the wall. The man tried in vain to get it loose, but his adversary was too fast. It held its
own sword to his throat, ready to spill his blood. Yet, the man didn't
feel any fear. He just began to applaud.
"Well done Kat! I see my training has done wonders on you!" He laughed,
pushing the sharp sword away from his jugular. Kat Just smiled and
replaced her sword to its sheath on her side.
"I learn from the best Jack." She answered, helping him pull his sword from the wall. The inn keeper would mind the mark from it, seeing that the wall was full of them. Tortuga was a wild place, full of fellow pirates
and all around sinners. What they were doing was actually quite tame compared to what really happened around there. It felt like home to the
two Sparrows, having been there since Jack turned eighteen. Their care takers Olivia and Sarah had taken care of the two of them before hand, but had both succumb to old age. It was just them now. Jack had grown into a very handsome young man. The twenty-six year old caught the eye of many
women in Tortuga, which pleased him very much. His black hair was just starting to look like it was several different pieces, and was always held back with a red bandana and a tri-corn hat. His face was now very defined, with a finely trimmed goatee. His clothes were crisp, but ragged at the
same time. He never went anywhere without his sword, his gun, or his
prized jacket that Kat had sewn for him.
"I know ye do, but why did ye have to wake me at such an hour?" Jack
complained, gathering his effects. Kat just rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you want to leave today or not?" She asked him, with one eyebrow
raised. No one could ever tell that she was the sister of the infamous Jack Sparrow. That is, until they saw her spare with another man. She was one of the toughest girls in the pirate crowd. Her long blonde hair was never allowed to get as tangled as Jack's was. She always kept it nicely
brushed and tied back with a yellow bandana of her own. Her sharp blue
eyes were always watching her surroundings, as if anything could strike within a seconds warning. Though she was seventeen, she was very small for
her age. Her head barely passed Jack's shoulder, but it never bothered
her. Though she had been on as many ships as her brother, she had been
able to keep a lighter skin tone. She often dressed like her brother,
seeing that she hated the dresses the women around her wore. They're
clothes were very similar but instead of a jacket, she wore a piece of fabric around her waist and allowed it to hang down like a short skirt over
her pants.
"Oh course, but a few more hours of sleep could have done me good luv." He
grumbled as he pulled on his over coat. Finally, the two had gathered their things and departed the inn. With it being so early in the morning,
the streets were certainly busy. They had to step over many passed out
bodies from the night before, but took no notice to them. It was an
everyday thing to them.
"Well big brother, what are you going to call your new ship? I mean, it should have a name before we meet the crew." She asked, kicking a drunken
man aside.
"I have thought of a name for her. How about The Skull?" he suggested, never breaking his swaggered step. Kat just looked at him with a sideways
glance.
"Oh yes, that just screams 'fearsome group of pirates that have heads'. Is that how you want to be remembered?" She answered with much sarcasm. Jack
playfully pushed his sister into a ditch.
"Well then, what might ye suggest mate? It better not be some of ye'r womanly names either. I'm still trying to live down that sunken ship we
had not too long ago." He said, continuing on as she ran to catch up.
"I liked The Imperial Rose. What's wrong with that?" she said, as the sea
and the dock came into view.
"Oh, nothing. There was nothing wrong with it." He answered. Yet, under
his breath. "If you were a unich." He hissed.
"What was that?" She queried, gazing at the many ships that had docked
overnight at the harbor. Jack just smiled innocently.
"I haven't said a word luv, must be in your mind." He answered. Kat just
shook her head at him. She was used to his little comments.
"As I was saying, I think we should call it The Black Pearl. You know,
after our grandmother. I already bare the name of Mum, so I think we
should hour the one who raised her." She said. There was a moment's silence. Kat had only heard stories about her mother and grandmother, but felt like it was her job to carry on their legacy. Jack was very glad that his sister felt love for the family she had never met. He just put a hand
on her shoulder.
"And so it shall be. From now on, everyone will know the name of The Black
Pearl." He said joyfully. Kat almost wondered if his reaction was
genuine, or fueled from the rum he had consumed the night before. With
Jack, you could never tell.
"And Captain Jack Sparrow shall be at the front, guiding it to the
treasures of the world!" she laughed. They continued down the road, watching out for fights that had spilled out from the night before. It was becoming quite loud. Jack watched them, almost wanting to be apart of the
action.
"If ye are trying to weasel your way into becoming first mate, ye can just forget it Katrina Joleena Sparrow. Ye know that woman, even miniature ones
like ye, are not allowed to be running the crew. It's bad enough that
people think that woman are bad luck to have on a ship." He told her.
"First, I told you not to call me that unless you want me to call you Jonathan Andrew Sparrow." She scowled, counting off on her fingers. Jack
quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Never say that name out loud! No other man knows my given name." He whispered. Kat wiggled out of his grasp and straightened her disheveled
bandana.
"Secondly, I have been traveling with you for years. I know the ways of you men better than anyone else. Besides, I'm your only sister and you can trust me more than some of these scallywags." She argued. She did have a
point there, but Jack wasn't about to budge.
"No Kat. The answer will forever be no. Sorry luv, tough break." He answered. Kat just groaned in disappointment. Suddenly, Jack stopped just before reaching the group of people gathered on the dock. All of them were
waiting for the arrival of the Sparrows.
"Why have we stopped?" Kat asked, almost smashing into Jack. He pointed
toward the crew.
"Just taking a look at the men that will be helping us to our fortunes."
He smiled. He took her by the arm. "Come now, shall we go meet them?"
*Well, this is the end of chapter two. I promise things are going to get a lot more interesting in chapters to come. I just needed time to introduce the two Sparrows at this point in time. Keep in mind, this is ten years before the movie, and Kat is a new character. What do you think of it so
far? Review it please! A new chapter will be coming soon!*
The morning had just begun to break as the sun shined into the window of
the inn. It slowly crawled across the floorboards, until hitting the
lopsided bed. In it was the body of a man, unmoved by the suns rays hitting his tan face. He just rolled over and let it warm his back. He didn't even see the shadow slinking into his room. It slowly made its way toward the bed, its footsteps unheard by anyone. In its hand was a well crafted sword, ready to strike. Its body moved more gracefully than a well trained dancer, but was as deadly as a cobra. Suddenly, a footstep turned into a creak as a floorboard gave away to its light weight. The man in the
bed opened his eyes and realized the presence in his room. He quickly grabbed his sword from the side of his bed and jumped into ready stance.
"Thought ye could get me in my sleep, did ye?" He asked. The shadow just
chuckled.
"I would have preferred the element of surprise, but this will have to do."
They answered as the two circled each other, sizing one another up. The man struck first, only to be blocked by the worthy foe. They went back and forth several times, each trying to gain the advantage. It almost seemed that they could read each others thought. Soon, they were in a deadlock.
Their faces were so close, their noses were touching.
"Excellent foot work I might add." The man smirked, his gold teeth glinting in the morning light. His opponent pushed away and resumed ready
stance.
"Why thank you." It answered as they struck again. Each swipe of the sword sent its sound through the halls of the inn, causing others to gaze out their own rooms in wonder. Back and forth, they continued, until the
mans sword was knocked out of his hand and sent into the wall. The man tried in vain to get it loose, but his adversary was too fast. It held its
own sword to his throat, ready to spill his blood. Yet, the man didn't
feel any fear. He just began to applaud.
"Well done Kat! I see my training has done wonders on you!" He laughed,
pushing the sharp sword away from his jugular. Kat Just smiled and
replaced her sword to its sheath on her side.
"I learn from the best Jack." She answered, helping him pull his sword from the wall. The inn keeper would mind the mark from it, seeing that the wall was full of them. Tortuga was a wild place, full of fellow pirates
and all around sinners. What they were doing was actually quite tame compared to what really happened around there. It felt like home to the
two Sparrows, having been there since Jack turned eighteen. Their care takers Olivia and Sarah had taken care of the two of them before hand, but had both succumb to old age. It was just them now. Jack had grown into a very handsome young man. The twenty-six year old caught the eye of many
women in Tortuga, which pleased him very much. His black hair was just starting to look like it was several different pieces, and was always held back with a red bandana and a tri-corn hat. His face was now very defined, with a finely trimmed goatee. His clothes were crisp, but ragged at the
same time. He never went anywhere without his sword, his gun, or his
prized jacket that Kat had sewn for him.
"I know ye do, but why did ye have to wake me at such an hour?" Jack
complained, gathering his effects. Kat just rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you want to leave today or not?" She asked him, with one eyebrow
raised. No one could ever tell that she was the sister of the infamous Jack Sparrow. That is, until they saw her spare with another man. She was one of the toughest girls in the pirate crowd. Her long blonde hair was never allowed to get as tangled as Jack's was. She always kept it nicely
brushed and tied back with a yellow bandana of her own. Her sharp blue
eyes were always watching her surroundings, as if anything could strike within a seconds warning. Though she was seventeen, she was very small for
her age. Her head barely passed Jack's shoulder, but it never bothered
her. Though she had been on as many ships as her brother, she had been
able to keep a lighter skin tone. She often dressed like her brother,
seeing that she hated the dresses the women around her wore. They're
clothes were very similar but instead of a jacket, she wore a piece of fabric around her waist and allowed it to hang down like a short skirt over
her pants.
"Oh course, but a few more hours of sleep could have done me good luv." He
grumbled as he pulled on his over coat. Finally, the two had gathered their things and departed the inn. With it being so early in the morning,
the streets were certainly busy. They had to step over many passed out
bodies from the night before, but took no notice to them. It was an
everyday thing to them.
"Well big brother, what are you going to call your new ship? I mean, it should have a name before we meet the crew." She asked, kicking a drunken
man aside.
"I have thought of a name for her. How about The Skull?" he suggested, never breaking his swaggered step. Kat just looked at him with a sideways
glance.
"Oh yes, that just screams 'fearsome group of pirates that have heads'. Is that how you want to be remembered?" She answered with much sarcasm. Jack
playfully pushed his sister into a ditch.
"Well then, what might ye suggest mate? It better not be some of ye'r womanly names either. I'm still trying to live down that sunken ship we
had not too long ago." He said, continuing on as she ran to catch up.
"I liked The Imperial Rose. What's wrong with that?" she said, as the sea
and the dock came into view.
"Oh, nothing. There was nothing wrong with it." He answered. Yet, under
his breath. "If you were a unich." He hissed.
"What was that?" She queried, gazing at the many ships that had docked
overnight at the harbor. Jack just smiled innocently.
"I haven't said a word luv, must be in your mind." He answered. Kat just
shook her head at him. She was used to his little comments.
"As I was saying, I think we should call it The Black Pearl. You know,
after our grandmother. I already bare the name of Mum, so I think we
should hour the one who raised her." She said. There was a moment's silence. Kat had only heard stories about her mother and grandmother, but felt like it was her job to carry on their legacy. Jack was very glad that his sister felt love for the family she had never met. He just put a hand
on her shoulder.
"And so it shall be. From now on, everyone will know the name of The Black
Pearl." He said joyfully. Kat almost wondered if his reaction was
genuine, or fueled from the rum he had consumed the night before. With
Jack, you could never tell.
"And Captain Jack Sparrow shall be at the front, guiding it to the
treasures of the world!" she laughed. They continued down the road, watching out for fights that had spilled out from the night before. It was becoming quite loud. Jack watched them, almost wanting to be apart of the
action.
"If ye are trying to weasel your way into becoming first mate, ye can just forget it Katrina Joleena Sparrow. Ye know that woman, even miniature ones
like ye, are not allowed to be running the crew. It's bad enough that
people think that woman are bad luck to have on a ship." He told her.
"First, I told you not to call me that unless you want me to call you Jonathan Andrew Sparrow." She scowled, counting off on her fingers. Jack
quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Never say that name out loud! No other man knows my given name." He whispered. Kat wiggled out of his grasp and straightened her disheveled
bandana.
"Secondly, I have been traveling with you for years. I know the ways of you men better than anyone else. Besides, I'm your only sister and you can trust me more than some of these scallywags." She argued. She did have a
point there, but Jack wasn't about to budge.
"No Kat. The answer will forever be no. Sorry luv, tough break." He answered. Kat just groaned in disappointment. Suddenly, Jack stopped just before reaching the group of people gathered on the dock. All of them were
waiting for the arrival of the Sparrows.
"Why have we stopped?" Kat asked, almost smashing into Jack. He pointed
toward the crew.
"Just taking a look at the men that will be helping us to our fortunes."
He smiled. He took her by the arm. "Come now, shall we go meet them?"
*Well, this is the end of chapter two. I promise things are going to get a lot more interesting in chapters to come. I just needed time to introduce the two Sparrows at this point in time. Keep in mind, this is ten years before the movie, and Kat is a new character. What do you think of it so
far? Review it please! A new chapter will be coming soon!*