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So, previously established characters, like our lovely Jackaroo, are not
created or credited to me.. BUT I do take credit for my OC's!! So there you
have it, keep that lovely little must-have in mind as you read my story...
And it's my first, so please no flames! Thanks!!
Chapter 1: Of Rum and Old Friends
"We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, drink up me 'earties yo ho..." Jack sat in his room, leaning his desk chair back and nearly toppling over as he took a hearty swig of rum. He wasn't quite drunk at this point, (by his standards) just enough to be his usual self. There was a soft knock on his door, and he turned toward it, already knowing who stood on the other side, just by the manner of the knock. "Yo ho!" Jack shouted madly, hoping to get a reaction out of the knocker.
"Cap'n?" the knocker called. He sounded unsure of himself. "It's Gibbs. Are ye decent?" Gibbs had an annoying habit of assuming people were doing things that he should not see when they were behind closed doors. He had picked this up after being aboard with Jack for a while, often finding him in compromising positions with various ladies of Tortuga if he had forgotten to knock. Jack found Gibbs' habit quite amusing, seeing as how being found in questionable company never much bothered him. He pushed his chair out from the desk with a grin, and swayed towards his cabin door.
"Aye, Gibbs? How are things on deck?"
"Ah, they're right fine, Cap'n. Just wanted to inform ye we're comin' up on Port Royal. Where should we be droppin' anchor?"
Jack grinned. "How time flies when you're drinkin' rum..." he remarked to himself. He looked back at Gibbs. "Alright, Gibbs, let's go 'round the back of the island. I can't wait to see Ol' Norrington, but I don't think it would be in me girl's best interest to drop anchor in plain view."
"Your girl?! What girl? Jack, you know it's bad luck to have women aboard, even Ana Maria thinks so..." Gibbs peered anxiously over Jack's shoulder, squinting so he could make out the objects in the corners of Jack's room. Jack laughed.
"The Pearl, mate! Ahh, me only true love." Jack looked around and smiled. Ever since he got his ship back, he just could not get enough of it. He stepped around Gibbs and climbed the short flight of stairs to the deck. Jack swaggered in his usual manner towards the helm, and took his rightful place at the wheel.
"Smartly, now, men! We make berth 'round the back." He shouted to the bustling crew.
After about fifteen more minutes, they had anchored the ship in a small inlet of the island, where it would not easily be spotted. Jack waited for the crew to assemble on deck.
"Alright ye scabbard dogs," he said with a mischievous grin, "Yer free to travel 'round Port Royal as you wish, but mind your behavior, we're not in Tortuga, mates! So watch yourselves or you might end up dancing with Jack Ketch, and that would not be in yer best interest." He finished and looked around at his crew. "Off with ya, now! Go!" he yelled as they eagerly left the boat. It had been months since their feet had touched dry land, and they were all very content to be in Port Royal. They could visit Miss Elizabeth and Will, after all.
"Gibbs!" Jack shouted, motioning his first mate over to him. "I'm off to see the Turners. I think the Pearl will be safe here, so we may spend the night carousing the pubs at ease! Savvy?" Not that there are many pubs worthy of me in this town, Jack thought as he waited for Gibbs' response.
"Aye, Cap'n, if that's what ye think is best." Gibbs looked uneasy. "You know, Jack," he said earnestly, "I think I'll stay here and guard the ship. Wouldn't want Norrington to come upon her uninvited, would we?"
"I suppose I'll have to manage all by me onesies then," said Jack, turning on his heel and swaying away towards the main road.
After about ten minutes of walking, he had received countless stares, two slaps across the face, and an enthusiastic handshake from a man he didn't know, but who apparently knew him. He was nearing Will and Elizabeth's home, and he was happily anticipating seeing the little whelp. Jack was even considering inviting them to sail with him for a few weeks, but he decided that that decision could be decided upon later on, as was typical of him.
The Turners were not expecting him, and the notion of surprising them gave Jack an incredibly childish excitement. He arrived at their home, and knocked loudly on their large wooden door, grinning all the while. The door swung open, and Will stood behind it, looking quite peeved at the knocker. But when it registered just who stood upon his doorstep, his eyes grew wide as he embraced his old friend.
"Jack! What are you doing here? We weren't expecting you for months... Is everything okay? What's going on?" Will regarded Jack critically, finally raising his eyebrows and motioning for a response.
"Will you bloody be patient? I'll explain in due time. Now where's Elizabeth?" he asked, changing the subject. "I'm dying to see her." Jack chuckled and winked amusingly. Just then, Elizabeth poked her head over the railing on the steps. Her hair was rather tousled, and she looked as if she had just rolled out of bed, but she was beautiful nonetheless.
"JACK!" she cried, gathering her dress up so she could more easily run down the stairs. She reached the bottom and practically flew into his arms.
"Ah, here ye are, Liz," he said, fondly embracing her. He looked over her shoulder and raised his eyebrows suggestively at Will, and mouthed, "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything..." Will grinned sheepishly and turned a rather bright shade of pink, but then hastily glared at Jack. Jack broke the hug and regarded the two of them mock-seriously.
"Now, you two know that if ye don't yet want children..."
"JACK!" Will yelled, laughingly turning his friend and pushing him towards the door. He swung the door open again and shoved Jack outside, then turned to his wife. "Bloody pirate..." he mumbled to her with a grin as he turned and followed Jack.
"We'll be back 'round twelve, Lizzy!" Jack called back to her as he sauntered down the street towards the pub, with Will in tow. Elizabeth nodded sarcastically and stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it and shook her head, sighing.
"Bloody pirate."
[A/N] Woohoo! *wipes sweatdrop off forehead and sighs* Well I think that was a nice beginning to the story.. Hopefully more chapters will be coming up soon... I have a general idea for my plot but I still have to fine tune it... I just can't wait to bring my main female character in!! =) Well thanks for reading, please review and let me know how it was! All constructive criticism is welcome, just please remember it's my first ever fanfic so go easy on me hehe.. Oh, and on one last note, sorry if Jack doesn't seem too Jackalicious yet, I need to watch the movie again to get more into his character... Thanks!
Chapter 1: Of Rum and Old Friends
"We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, drink up me 'earties yo ho..." Jack sat in his room, leaning his desk chair back and nearly toppling over as he took a hearty swig of rum. He wasn't quite drunk at this point, (by his standards) just enough to be his usual self. There was a soft knock on his door, and he turned toward it, already knowing who stood on the other side, just by the manner of the knock. "Yo ho!" Jack shouted madly, hoping to get a reaction out of the knocker.
"Cap'n?" the knocker called. He sounded unsure of himself. "It's Gibbs. Are ye decent?" Gibbs had an annoying habit of assuming people were doing things that he should not see when they were behind closed doors. He had picked this up after being aboard with Jack for a while, often finding him in compromising positions with various ladies of Tortuga if he had forgotten to knock. Jack found Gibbs' habit quite amusing, seeing as how being found in questionable company never much bothered him. He pushed his chair out from the desk with a grin, and swayed towards his cabin door.
"Aye, Gibbs? How are things on deck?"
"Ah, they're right fine, Cap'n. Just wanted to inform ye we're comin' up on Port Royal. Where should we be droppin' anchor?"
Jack grinned. "How time flies when you're drinkin' rum..." he remarked to himself. He looked back at Gibbs. "Alright, Gibbs, let's go 'round the back of the island. I can't wait to see Ol' Norrington, but I don't think it would be in me girl's best interest to drop anchor in plain view."
"Your girl?! What girl? Jack, you know it's bad luck to have women aboard, even Ana Maria thinks so..." Gibbs peered anxiously over Jack's shoulder, squinting so he could make out the objects in the corners of Jack's room. Jack laughed.
"The Pearl, mate! Ahh, me only true love." Jack looked around and smiled. Ever since he got his ship back, he just could not get enough of it. He stepped around Gibbs and climbed the short flight of stairs to the deck. Jack swaggered in his usual manner towards the helm, and took his rightful place at the wheel.
"Smartly, now, men! We make berth 'round the back." He shouted to the bustling crew.
After about fifteen more minutes, they had anchored the ship in a small inlet of the island, where it would not easily be spotted. Jack waited for the crew to assemble on deck.
"Alright ye scabbard dogs," he said with a mischievous grin, "Yer free to travel 'round Port Royal as you wish, but mind your behavior, we're not in Tortuga, mates! So watch yourselves or you might end up dancing with Jack Ketch, and that would not be in yer best interest." He finished and looked around at his crew. "Off with ya, now! Go!" he yelled as they eagerly left the boat. It had been months since their feet had touched dry land, and they were all very content to be in Port Royal. They could visit Miss Elizabeth and Will, after all.
"Gibbs!" Jack shouted, motioning his first mate over to him. "I'm off to see the Turners. I think the Pearl will be safe here, so we may spend the night carousing the pubs at ease! Savvy?" Not that there are many pubs worthy of me in this town, Jack thought as he waited for Gibbs' response.
"Aye, Cap'n, if that's what ye think is best." Gibbs looked uneasy. "You know, Jack," he said earnestly, "I think I'll stay here and guard the ship. Wouldn't want Norrington to come upon her uninvited, would we?"
"I suppose I'll have to manage all by me onesies then," said Jack, turning on his heel and swaying away towards the main road.
After about ten minutes of walking, he had received countless stares, two slaps across the face, and an enthusiastic handshake from a man he didn't know, but who apparently knew him. He was nearing Will and Elizabeth's home, and he was happily anticipating seeing the little whelp. Jack was even considering inviting them to sail with him for a few weeks, but he decided that that decision could be decided upon later on, as was typical of him.
The Turners were not expecting him, and the notion of surprising them gave Jack an incredibly childish excitement. He arrived at their home, and knocked loudly on their large wooden door, grinning all the while. The door swung open, and Will stood behind it, looking quite peeved at the knocker. But when it registered just who stood upon his doorstep, his eyes grew wide as he embraced his old friend.
"Jack! What are you doing here? We weren't expecting you for months... Is everything okay? What's going on?" Will regarded Jack critically, finally raising his eyebrows and motioning for a response.
"Will you bloody be patient? I'll explain in due time. Now where's Elizabeth?" he asked, changing the subject. "I'm dying to see her." Jack chuckled and winked amusingly. Just then, Elizabeth poked her head over the railing on the steps. Her hair was rather tousled, and she looked as if she had just rolled out of bed, but she was beautiful nonetheless.
"JACK!" she cried, gathering her dress up so she could more easily run down the stairs. She reached the bottom and practically flew into his arms.
"Ah, here ye are, Liz," he said, fondly embracing her. He looked over her shoulder and raised his eyebrows suggestively at Will, and mouthed, "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything..." Will grinned sheepishly and turned a rather bright shade of pink, but then hastily glared at Jack. Jack broke the hug and regarded the two of them mock-seriously.
"Now, you two know that if ye don't yet want children..."
"JACK!" Will yelled, laughingly turning his friend and pushing him towards the door. He swung the door open again and shoved Jack outside, then turned to his wife. "Bloody pirate..." he mumbled to her with a grin as he turned and followed Jack.
"We'll be back 'round twelve, Lizzy!" Jack called back to her as he sauntered down the street towards the pub, with Will in tow. Elizabeth nodded sarcastically and stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it and shook her head, sighing.
"Bloody pirate."
[A/N] Woohoo! *wipes sweatdrop off forehead and sighs* Well I think that was a nice beginning to the story.. Hopefully more chapters will be coming up soon... I have a general idea for my plot but I still have to fine tune it... I just can't wait to bring my main female character in!! =) Well thanks for reading, please review and let me know how it was! All constructive criticism is welcome, just please remember it's my first ever fanfic so go easy on me hehe.. Oh, and on one last note, sorry if Jack doesn't seem too Jackalicious yet, I need to watch the movie again to get more into his character... Thanks!