Pirates of the Caribbean
A Dragon's Rose
(Disclaimer-I don't own any POTC stuff, just my own creations)
Chapter 1
Awakening
Jack Sparrow crawled aboard the giant ship, dripping wet. Four faces looked down on him. The first was a woman with green eyes and long, fiery red hair. She was dressed in a green tunic, beige pants, and black leather boots. Next to her was a man who looked to be her younger brother, judging by the messy red hair that half-covered the identical green eyes. This one was wearing a red turncoat and boots like his sister.
Next to the two redheads was a very fat man who was bald and had golden sideburns and a mustache. The last of the four standing over Jack looked very familiar. He was old, and had the appearance of being drunk. As Jack suddenly smelled the rum on the man's breath, he knew he was right. The man was dressed in a brown tricorn hat and a heavy jacket of the same color. His dirty blonde hair hung about his face in a sloppy sort of way.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Jack Sparrow," said the last man. Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but the man interrupted.
"I'm sorry; it's Captain Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" Jack nodded, a curious grin on his face.
"So where's the stash?" asked Jack, fiddling with his dreadlocks.
"What?"
"The rum. Where's all the rum?" The four shipmates laughed. The old man stepped back a little.
"Ye be the same as last time, Jack Sparrow," said the man.
"Last…time?" said Jack. He was starting to get very confused now.
"Yes, last time. When you marooned me and stole my ship, shortly after we found and stole Captain Kidd's gold."
"…Captain Nicholas Pennyfeather! How are ye, you old scurvy dog?" said Jack in a cheery tone. Hopefully a friendly conversation would help Pennyfeather decide not to slit his throat on the spot.
"Oh, we're doing just fine, Jack. How about you?" said Pennyfeather with a smile. He had forgiven him! Or at least, he had better have forgiven him, or else the captain of the Black Pearl was doomed. Jack hadn't forgotten Pennyfeather's unusual thirst for revenge.
Jack told him the whole story, how the Black Pearl had been stolen by the evil, cruel, sinister villain (or at least that's how Jack described him) Captain John O'Malley, who was in charge of the pirating ship the Prophet. He failed to mention how his beloved Anamaria had also been taken, and that was the second main reason he wanted to go after O'Malley. Jack somehow felt that this was not the right time to bring that up.
"Well, alright Captain Sparrow. Ye can stay aboard the Dragon's Rose until we get your ship back. This is my crew. The girl is Anne, and Fred is her brother. The big one over here is Briggs. Anne is me first mate, Fred is helmsman, and Briggs is our gunner. Obviously, I'm the captain," said Captain Pennyfeather. He led Jack over to a door. He flung the door open, and pointed inside.
"This'll be your room, Jack. We'll start sailing to Tortuga tonight. Before you get to sleep, let me explain one thing to you," said the old man. Jack turned.
"And what would that be, Nick?"
"This is my ship. My ship, my rules. You are not to try to take charge, nor make any attempt at mutiny again. If you get on me bad side, I'll have Briggs here throw you off the starboard side," said Pennyfeather with a sneer. Briggs cracked his knuckles, and then went to start cleaning his cannons. Jack gulped. Oh yes, the captain was definitely still pretty mad.
"Welcome to the Dragon's Rose, Jack," said Anne with a wink. Jack smiled sheepishly. Well, the trip wouldn't be all that bad. He heard two clicks, and then turned around. Frederick stood behind him, two flintlock pistols drawn and armed. Just now did Jack realize that Fred was bristling with pistols, four in a bandolier across his chest, one on each leg, and a musket on his back.
"Stay away from me sister, Sparrow," said Fred in a drawling British accent. Jack pivoted to face him, hands held up.
"I'm sorry, I suppose she's yours?" Uh oh. A snarl suddenly appeared on Fred's face. Once again, Jack's mouth had gotten him into trouble. Briggs stepped in the way before the young redhead could slaughter Jack.
"Don't hurt him; yet," said Briggs. Jack put his hands in a praying form and mouthed the words 'thank-you'. Briggs snorted and walked away. Well, at least the gunner was half on Jack's side. Fred put his pistols away, and started to walk away. When he came towards Jack, he faked a punch. Jack flinched, and about fell backwards. Laughing, Fred walked up to the helm.
"Nicholas! Is it natural for young Frederick to want to kill me?" said Jack, still a bit startled. Pennyfeather stuck his head out of his room.
"Eh? Oh, yes, it runs in their family, Anne is much the same. Except she uses knives instead of guns and she's a lot worse," said the captain. Jack sat down on a barrel, his head in his hands. He was in for a wild ride.
