This is my first story on here. Hope it won't be the last! I do not own POTC or any thing like it, though I wish I owned Jack!
Captain Jack Sparrow took a deep breath of the salty air from his view point in the crow's nest. He looked down at the deck of his beloved ship, the Black Pearl. Then he looked forward towards where he saw William Turner, his best (dead) mate's son, and his fiancee, Elizabeth Swann, cuddling on the hot, calm day. Jack sighed. Oh, well. he thought. When we land in Port Royale, I'll find someone.
Meanwhile, in the bustling city of Port Royale, a banker's daughter was trying on dresses and having her maid advise her, not that she really cared what the maid thought. Right now, she was trying on a hideous orange dress that made her look more washed out than usual.
"Kathryn!" she said. "This dress makes me look stunning, does it not?"
"Of course, milady." Ryn said. "Twill make all the gentlemen run." away! she thought.
"Good." the banker's daughter said. "I shall wear it to the ball tonight."
Ryn sighed. She of course was not allowed to go to the ball. Even if she was, Ryn did not have a dress.
Later, as Ryn was walking home on the dark, she heard a noise behind her. Ryn spun around to see that some drunk men were following her.
"'allo, lass." one said. "'owsa 'bout (hiccup) cummin' home with me fer t'night? These (hiccup) other outstanding men 'ill be there too."
"I, I respectfully decline." Ryn said as she cowered against the wall. As the men moved in around her, another man came strolling down the alley. He was tall and swarthy, with long black hair under a red bandanna, topped with a black hat. His beard was split into two parts and beaded.
He's dressed as a pirate would! Ryn thought.
"Well, now, mates. What're ye doin' now?" He questioned.
The men looked at each other. "Just askin' this beau-ful young woman (hiccup) to accompany us back to the pub room, Cap'n."
"Hmmm. We would'na be tryin' to rape her, now, would we?"
"No, sir, Cap'n. Of course not!" Said a second drunk.
"Then git yer scurvy behinds outa here!" the man roared.
The drunks scurried off.
Jack looked at the young woman. She was of medium height, with waist length black hair, and deep sapphire eyes. Freckles were lightly dusted across her tan face. Her plain, brown, maids dress clung alluringly to her perfect body, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Ryn wrapped her piece of fabric more tightly around her body to escape the man's inquisitive gaze. "Thankee, kind sir." she said.
Jack bowed deeply. "Twas no problem, young miss. I am deeply sorry for the behavior of my crew. We are but simple pirates."
Ryn took a step backwards. "P, P, Pirates?" she stuttered.
"Ah, but ye aren't afraid of nice pirates, are ye?"
"I don't know. I've never met any nice pirates." She said hostilely.
Jack bowed again. "Pardon me fer not introducin' meself earlier. I am Captain Jack Sparrow, one of the only nice pirates you'll ever meet.
"Good for you." Ryn said as she started down the allyway.
Jack chased after her. "What, leaving me without a name?"
Ryn stopped suddenly and faced Jack. "You're never going to leave me alone, are you?" Jack just smiled and looked innocent. Ryn laughed. "All right! My name is Kathryn."
"People call you 'Ryn,' don't they?" He said with a smile.
"Yes..." she said.
"Allright. Ryn. Well, Ryn, I'm looking for someone to keep my good friend's, Will's, fiancee company as we sail the seven ses."
"Why should I?" Ryn asked.
"To be closer to me, love!" Jack said as he sidled closer to Ryn's side.
Before Ryn could get out a retort, there was a loud boom, like cannon fire.
"Well, that's it, lass. Will ye be cummin' or stayin'?" Jack said. Please come! he hoped silently.
"I, I, I need clothes, shoes, food!" she said.
"Elizabeth's about your size. We have plenty of food."
Ryn thought a moment. In her silence, there was another cannonfire.
"Come on, lass. Answer!"
Ryn sighed. "Yes." she answered.
"Then come along." Jack said as he grabbed Ryn's hand and led her through the dark streets to the harbor.