A love lost but not forgotten.....
To my dearest readers I wish to welcome you into my world.....A world full of romance and hate, death and life, sadness and.... Oh what the hell just read the goddamn story tell me what you think yadda yadda yadda thank you and enjoy your day reading A love lost, but not forgotten. Oh yah my first POTC story! Take pity on me and tell me what you think!!! Enjoy...............please?
OKAY EVERYONE!! UP TO THE MUTINY ITS ALL FLASHBACK OF JACKS LIFE!!!!!! SO IT MAY NOT SEEM LIKE IT BUT IT IS!!! OKAY THIS IS BEFORE POTC!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST TO EVERYONE WHO MIGHT GET CONFUSED!
Prologue
Have you ever wondered if you could change the past to your liking? Well I have every night for the past 4 years. She is the dark angel that haunts me dreams every night and I wish her to go away in me mind but in me heart I yearn to see her even if she is gone. Bloody ell I hate haven to get all emotional but ah well. I fell in love with her five years ago. We shared more love in that year then most lovers share in a life time which is quite surprising even for me. Her name is Alanna Chapman and this is our story.
Chapter 1
Lets start at the beginning
Flashback "Jack"
It all started 6 years ago when I was but a beginner in the art as I would like to call "Piracy". I was at the ripe age of 25 not too bad if ye ask ye self. I had big dreams of becoming a captain of a amazing crew pillaging and plundering throughout the world.
The world was my garden and I could play with it and tend it to my liking. I knew that quite well. I first decided to get a me self a ship. I knew in Spain would be the best place to go, get away from my port and visit a different country. Think about it, if I had one ship then another and another I could have an entire armada sail under my colors. It was too much excitement for me. Now to tell you the truth I didn't exactly have a difficult life.
Ye should have seen me dear old mother Agatha Sparrow. She actually took it quiet well. I lived in the small Port of Topica. I lived in a pretty high classed society but in this port it was a lot different from others. In this port people didn't treat you any different from being in a high class society to the lowest. Everyone got along.
I was well known which was helpful for all the fine women that I came across but to tell you the truth I was very bored. It's nice to have a willing woman on yer shoulder but even then it felt like it was black and white. Even though this port was paradise for everyone living in it cept me and new comers which were welcomed with opened arms were filled with warmth but something was missing. I don't know what it was but it would nag me at times when I couldn't even believe in leaving ever.
I needed something new and exciting and it hit me. It's the truth it really did hit me. I was walking on the deck one day when "BAM" I was hit with a barrel to the head. And what really did me in was that the barrel was full of{okay 1 guess at to what it is}.... "RUM"!! Now I did have my share of alcohol in pubs let me tell you but my mother usually never let me touch the stuff shocking huh? No matter what age I was.
The rum was dripping all over me but I didn't care I just looked ahead and saw large figure in front of me screaming and yelling that I could actually see a vein in his forehead but I couldn't hear one word that he said. He stood in the sunset and like a large statue he seemed to glow with power. I knew he was captain by just the way he looked and acted.
He looked weathered and beaten but that added a mystery to him. He held a sort of wisdom and knowing of everything around and I wanted to be just like that. I wanted to see and know the world. So that's how it happened and here I am now though just incase your wondering I did escape before he beat the shit out of me. I definitely need a new look.
I decided to grow a goatee which I did end up braiding. I looked so sexy having one goatee that I took apart the first and braided two which made me even more sexier then before. I decided to get a few tattoos which are quite painful but "Captain" and I do emphasize on the Captain Jack Sparrow knows no pain. I changed me hair giving up on ever washing it and watched as me hair became quite dirty with strange sort of dreadlocks seemed to appear on their own.
With my hair I wore my favorite bandanna that me da gave me before he pasted away. Most of my friends started becoming scared of me but I didn't care I was to become a pirate and I didn't care what anyone thought about. Me I was proud to have found myself.