A/N: This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction. Hope you enjoy it because I am having a blast.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to Jack or his crew.
Aye show me the horizon. Yes, that is what I like to see. The dark blue ocean and the sun playing on the small white caps. Of course this would be a better site if it were from me own ship The Black Pearl. "Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me…." Or at least that is what it was until the Royal Navy caught up with me. I knew Commodore Norrington would come after me but I had no idea it would be so soon. Aye I stand here on the deck of the Dauntless with shackles on me wrists and me ankles just because I had to save Kat. Yes, Kat. There is a girl in this story. I have to say I fell in love with her the first day I saw her and I will love her until the day she takes her final breath or until I take mine. Which it appears if the Commodore has his way my date with death will be coming very soon.
Well maybe I should back up. Five years ago to this date I stood on the wooden gallows with a hangman's noose around me neck. As you can tell I lack in all manners of luck. My one fortune was said whelp young Will Turner. He saved me neck with his excellent swordsmanship. I have to say he does do a wonderful trick with his sword and I do owe him my life. He and his lass Elizabeth stood in front of Norrington's men and me and that young coupled touched old Jack's heart they did. I really wanted to show me appreciation but I had to take flight. Literally I fell off the parapet and tumbled into the sea below. On that day I thought my fortunes had changed. The Black Pearl sailed around the jaunting cliffs into the harbor and me crew swept me out of the water. Once again I was the captain of the infamous Black Pearl. Yes, I Captain Jack Sparrow.
Gibbs, AnaMaria and the rest of me hearty crew greeted me. I took the wheel of The Black Pearl and set my course. I sailed as swiftly as I could to get away from the high cliffs of Port Royal. I was in need of some rest and rum and good company. Not necessarily in that order. I set sail to me beloved Tortuga. I knew I would be happy in a port that felt like home and there I would try to shake the uneasiness that was settling in me bones. I knew the crew would want to start looting and plundering soon but I had to get me bearings about me. Tortuga may be a dank port full of scum but hey I love it and that was where we were headed. Or at least that is where I wanted to go. Yes, me luck changed again and to the crews and my misfortunes we never made it.
The dark clouds moved in rapidly. The Caribbean Sea had other plans for me. The lightning was flashing all around and the thunder cracked above the mast. The Black Pearl was pitching from side to side and the high seas were washing over the decks. I ordered the crew to drop the canvas. The howling winds would certainly take them apart. As the storm gained force and the winds picked up I could tell the crew was getting concerned also. As AnaMaria dropped the last sail the wind grabbed the boom and the bloody thing whipped around and struck me. Everything went black!