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. No matter how much I wish for Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom.
A Sparrow & A Barbossa
Chapter Two
I spent the rest of the night trying to sleep. Jack kept kicking the door, running at it, widening the hole at the back of the cell. But nothing he did worked, we were stuck. And the gallows still awaited us.
When I finally manage to drift off, Jacks snoring rudely awakes me. But at least it was light out. And the canon fire had stopped. Though nobody had come to check on us.
I look at Jack and see him lying on the floor. I also hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
"You. Sparrow!" A tall brown hair, brown eyed man, who looked ever so familiar, rudely said. "Aye," Jack replies.
"You are familiar with that ship – the Black Pearl?" The man asks.
"I've heard of it," Jack tells him. I snort. The man looks at me. "What?"
"Who are you? Why are you here?" He asks me. "Katrina. Pirate," I answer. He looks at me confused, he had obviously never heard of female pirates.
He turns his attention from me back to Jack. "Where does it make berth?"
"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" Jack says. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."
The man replies, "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
Jack looks at his nails while saying, "Why ask me?"
"Because you're a pirate," The man replies. Jack looks at him. "And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" He asks.
"Never! They took Miss Swann," He replies. 'Who?' I mouth at Jack. He ignores me.
"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl. I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me," Jack tells the man.
"I can get you out of here," The man tells Jack. "When do we leave?" I ask hurriedly, I have no desire to cut my life short by waiting around for my execution date.
"How's that? The key's run off," Jack asks, ignoring me again.
The man looks at the cells before saying, "I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges." He picks up one of the benches and places it at the bottom of the cell door. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength… the door will lift free." The man finishes.
"What's your name?" Jack asks. I groan. It is not the time to be asking names, it was the time to escape.
"Will Turner," He replies. I gasp. They both stare at me. I turn to Jack, who slowly nods.
"That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?" Jack says. I shake my head, he knows it is. 'What the hell is going on?' I think to myself.
"Yes," Will replies.
"Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring us from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" Jack says as he passes his hand out of the bars.
They shake. "Agreed."
"Agreed. Get us out," Jack says. Will lifts the door free. "Hurry. Someone will have heard that."
"Not without my effects," Jack says. He grabs his hat, pistol and sword. I grab my own sword and pistol, before we leave, quickly.
We sneak along under the dock. "We're going to steal the ship. That ship?" Will asks, while glancing at the grand ship a little out to sea.
"Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term," Jack says. "Same thing," I whisper to Will. Jack turns back to us. "One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going. This girl – how far are you willing to go to save her?"
"I'd die for her," Will announces fiercely. "Oh, good. No worries, then," Jack replies, while I make vomiting noises. Jack grins at me.
We sneak down to the beach and hide under an up turned boat. We quickly and silently shuffle to the water, with the boat above our heads.
We had walk a little way then Will says, "This is either madness or brilliance."
"It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide," Jack says.
"It's definitely the madness one," I say. "Watch out for the cage, Will."
He doesn't hear me as his foot lands in it, and he drags it along for a few minutes.
We climb up the back of the Dauntless. Jack first, Will, then me bringing up the rear. We run along the deck until we arrive where all the crew are standing.
"Everyone stay calm! We are taking over the ship," Jack shouts.
"Aye! Avast!" Will shouts brandishing a sword. They burst out laughing. I silently groan. This boy knew nothing about pirates, except all the hearsay that he had heard.
"This ship cannot be crewed by two men and a woman. You'll never make it out of the bay," The man in charge declares.
Jack cocks his pistol and points it at the man's nose. "Son…I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
Will and I ordered the men down into a lifeboat. While Jack went to sort something out at the helm.
The men in the boat start shouting and failing their arms about. We see the Intercept set sail towards us. "Here they come," Will announces.
Norrington and his men swing across to the Dauntless. "Search every cabin, every hold, down to the bilges," He orders his men.
Jack, Will and me swing onto the Interceptor. I land gracefully, Jack hits the deck with a thud, and Will barely manages to keep his ground. Will picks up an axe; I grab it from him and start breaking the lines that hold the ropes.
Norrington notices us on the Interceptor, "Sailors, back to the Interceptor! Now!"
We sail a little way out, then Jack turns back and shouts, "Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way. We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves." I salute them in a mocking way. Will looks at me scornfully.
Jack refused to let me steer. "Why not?" I whine. He pretends not to here me.
I stomp off in a strop and sit down next to Will, who is sharpening his sword.
He looks up. "When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself," Will tells us. "After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
"Is that so?" Jack says non-committal.
Will stands up. "My father, Will Turner. At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter," Will says. "I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father. And possibly you knew him too." Will turns to me at the last part. I nod shyly.
"I knew 'im. Probably one the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill," Jack admits. "Bootstrap?" Will asks confusedly.
"Good man. Good pirate," Jack says. "Brilliant man," I butt in. "I swear you look just like him," Jack finishes. I nod in agreement.
Will looks horror struck. "It's not true. He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law."
I laugh. Jack turns to him, "He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag." Again I nod, that sound more like the William I knew.
"My father was not a pirate," Will shouts angrily as he draws out his sword. "Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again," Jack says, without turning around. I look at them both. When had this fight taken place? How come I wasn't there?
"You didn't beat me," Will cried. "You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd killed you."
"Doesn't give him much incentive for fighting fair, then does it?" I point out.
Jack moves one of the sails. The opposite end catches Will and swings him out over the sea. "Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these – what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy?" Jack says. I cough. "With Kat's help obviously."
Jack swings him back on board and offers him his sword, which Will had dropped earlier. "So can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?"
"Two pirates," I say while waving my hand. "Tortuga?" Will asks.
"Tortuga," repeats Jack. "What fun," I say sarcastically. Will looks amused at my statement, but Jack looks slightly angered.