Disclaimer: Nope. I own a copy of the film, a poster and lots of pictures, but unfortunately Pirates of the Caribbean is the property of Disney.
A Sparrow & A Barbossa
Prologue
I stood at the bow of the ship humming. It wasn't a hum with a particular tune, but the whole ship knew it as mine.
"On ye feet!" The Captains voice rang out. I watched as all the men ran to line up. We were about to leave Tortuga and the Captain was checking everyone was ready to set sail.
"Ye to Kat!" He called over to me. I smiled and ran over to join the other crewmembers. I stood next to the First mate, who was also my father. He glanced down at me, before returning his attention to the Captain.
I'd lived aboard the ship my entire life, which was only 14 years. I had light red hair, which I kept in a braid because of its length. My eyes were blue, with flecks of grey. My skin was slightly tanned from being out in the Caribbean sun too much. I wore black boots, black trousers, a white shirt and a blue bandana over my head. I had a small dagger that I used for protection. I kept it around my waist, on my belt. I wasn't allowed a gun or a proper sword as my father forbid it.
My father was not a young man, he was in late thirties. He had brown hair, and green eyes. My mother had died when I was nine, murdered on the streets of Tortuga. So I had been left in the capable hands of my father and the crew, who helped to raise me. Hector Barbossa, my father, was first mate upon the ship.
The ship. She was beautiful. My first home, the only place I would ever consider calling home. She was made of a dark wood, and had several decks. At the front was a beautiful carved maiden, who held a bird in an outstretched hand. It had many guns, which could cause much damage. It had black sails, which gave the ship an air of mystery. It's name was not displayed anywhere, but it didn't need to be. Everyone knew of The Black Pearl, and everyone feared it. It was the most notorious pirate ship in the Caribbean, maybe even the entire Spanish Main.
And its Captain, for most of the time I was aboard, was the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. He had dark skin (from far too much sun), and beautiful rich brown eyes lined with black kohl. His black hair was knotted, and several beads and trinkets had become tangled in it. His goatee was braided into two, and the whole look made him even more beautiful and extraordinary. He wore a red bandana and a tri corner hat over it. He also wore a long leather coat. He was a good pirate and a great man.
Jack was the reason I had had my first taste of rum some months before. He was the reason I could fight as well as most of the men on board the Pearl. He gave me the blue bandana I always wore. It had been his, but when he became Captain he got himself the red one. Most of the crew had said I was smitten with him. I may have been. But like every pirate my first love was the sea.
Three days after we left Tortuga, there was a mutiny. My father and the rest of the crew left Jack on an island, to die.
I was dropped off at the next port. It turned out my father thought I was bad luck. Stupid pirates and their stupid bad luck! I always had a suspicion that he thought women weren't as good pirates as men.
So that was how ten years after that faithful day I ended up in a cell of Port Royal, awaiting my trip to the gallows.
I had been placed in a separate cell to the rest of the men, and was just getting comfy when a dark haired man was thrown into my cell.
"What the hell…?" I said. I looked down at the man. I kicked him over. I gasped. The man lying in front of me was none other than the Captain Jack Sparrow. And he was starting to wake up.