Rescued
Jack Sparrow stood by the helm looking at...nothing really.
He sighed and pulled up his compass and stroked the smooth surface with his thumb.
That was a familiar sight, he never seemed to leave the helm, only when he ate or slept, and why he still had that compass would forever be a mystery. He should get rid of it; he had no use for it anymore. But it was a part of him, just like his other effects, he wouldn't be Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow without them.
The sea was calm, almost too calm. Something was wrong, he could feel it. He quickly turned around with the hand at the hilt of his sword. No one there, of course not. "I'm bloody paranoid" he said to himself. It's been a year now, a year since he killed Barbossa, but he couldn't stop thinking about him, or the curse. He would never admit it to anyone but he was scared, no, not scared, terrified. He shook his head. "Let it go, he's gone, dead" He saw Anamaria staring at him as if he was crazy, he just grinned at her and turned back to the helm.
"Cap'n!" It was Joshamee Gibbs, his friend and first mate. "Cap'n, you'd better come see this!" The older man looked worried, and Jack could see why. In the water he could see a boat, or what was left of a boat, there were big pieces of wood everywhere. Clothes and other things were floating around, but they couldn't see any survivors. It was so quiet; the silence reminded Jack of a graveyard and he didn't like it.
"Cap'n! Look!" Anamaria grabbed his arm. "What's that?!" Jack looked in witch direction she was pointing. Something was floating on some kind of raft. He quickly pulled up his looking glass. A human...
"Man overboard! Get him onboard, quickly!" Gibbs nodded. "And look for more survivors."
"You heard him, hurry up!"
"You think there are more survivors?" Anamaria whispered the words.
"I don't know love..." He kept staring at the raft. Something weird was going on, it was the same feeling as earlier and he new that it had something to do with the person on that raft.
When Gibbs and the other men returned they had a woman with them.
They put her down on the ship deck.
"She's breathing Cap'n". Jack took off his coat and put it under her head.
"Are you sure that she was the only one?"
"Aye, we didn't find anyone else"
Suddenly the woman started coughing. "Well that's a good sign" Jack said.
The women opened her eyes, but only for a second before she closed them again.
"I think she's coming to" Anamaria gave Jack a cup of water "Give her this"
The women opened her eyes again and Jack gave her some water. "You'll be all right"
But she didn't seem to hear him; she just kept staring at him. Her lips were moving but Jack couldn't hear what she was trying to say, then suddenly she fainted again.
"Get her to my cabin." He said to Anamaria. Then he turned to Gibbs. "Hoist anchor and let's get out of here, but first, see if you can find something of value in the water"
"Oh no, it's frightful bad luck to steel from the dead...or dying"
"If they are dead or dying they won't be using it anymore, are they"
"No Cap'n..." He walked away. "But I still don't like it..."
The first two chapters are a bit short, but the next one will be longer.