Boots Made for Walking

A fan fiction based on Pirates of the Caribbean. Story starts before "The Curse of the Black Pearl," but may travel through the movies later on.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything by Disney, Gore Verbinski, or Jerry Bruckheimer.

Rating: M

Summary: Gwyn Thompson has been a whore in Tortuga for 9 long years. She meets Jack Sparrow and stows away on his ship, hoping to find adventure with this intriguing rogue. Little did she know that this would be a journey she'd never forget…

Chapter 4: Mutiny!

Gwyn was sitting at the bow of the Black Pearl and staring off at the golden sunset over the ocean. The light reflecting off the clear water made everything almost seem like a dream. Tortuga never looked like this. Sure, she could gaze at the sunrise and sunset, but there was always a filth that tainted the natural beauty of the world. She felt a cool breeze rush by her and shivered. Normally the breezes were refreshing, but this one felt eerie. She hugged herself and lifted her shoulders to make herself feel warmer. She wished that she could have stayed in the cabin with Jack, but he had to speak with his first mate about the Isla de Muerta. That guy will never give up trying to persuade Jack into giving up the bearings she thought.

"Nice evening?" a voice stated. Gwyn almost jumped out of her skin, but when she turned around and saw that it was Bootstrap Bill, she felt relieved. At least he wouldn't try to hurt her; based on what Jack had told her about him. They had spoken earlier that day, but it was mostly an apologetic conversation about the brig incident. The point was that the drama seemed to have ceased, but there was still something in the back of Gwyn's mind told her to be cautious. That didn't mean she wouldn't treat him as if they weren't life-long friends. She had a tendency to look at others like family after getting to know them.

"Hello, William," she replied with a slightly shaky smile.

"No one's called me William since I left England." It wasn't a name that Bootstrap was very fond of, but it was nice to be called something different for a change. It also sounded nice coming from a lady. It reminded 'ol Bill of the wife he had left behind along with his son. Lord, he missed them…but he had wanted to go pirating so badly that he gave up the only people he truly loved. He couldn't go back now though. The whole idea would be chaotic.

Bootstrap watched as Gwyn moved to the right a bit and made room for him to stand next to her, to which he complied. He braced his hands on the railing and looked out at the sunset that was fading quickly. "This is amazing, William. I never thought that sailing in the Caribbean would be so beautiful."

"That's why I became a pirate, lass," he replied, "I craved the freedom it presented to me. Nothing else mattered…except for my family." Gwyn looked at him.

"You have a family? Where?" Bootstrap looked over at her with a small smile.

"My wife is in England with my son. I haven't seen them in such a long time."

"Do you miss them?"

"Of course I miss them. I asked them to come with me, but my wife…she refused to join in the life I dreamed of."

"So you put your dream ahead of your family and left them?"

"It's not something I'm proud of, Gwyn," Bootstrap said as he stood up straight so he was towering over her. It wasn't to scare her. It was more or less for him to make a point. "I just…I just felt that I needed to live for me for a change. I never once did anything for myself. It was-"

Abruptly, a loud and echoing gunshot followed by shattering glass reverberated off the humid air of the Caribbean. Gwyn almost jumped into Bootstrap's arms from the sound. She stared at the captain's cabin across the deck. "Jack," she whispered before lifting the front of her tattered dress and running toward the stern.

"Gwyn, I wouldn't go there!" Bootstrap yelled as loud as he could. She ignored him and kept her silver eyes focused on where she knew Jack would be. Her heart was pounding within her ears and she could feel it in her throat as well. What had just happened? Was Jack okay? Was someone dead? So many questions raced through her mind until she yanked open the door and stared into the cabin from the doorway.

Jack was standing behind his desk with his gun pointed at Barbossa. His eyes were flaming with hate and sadness. Something was wrong. "Jack, what's going-?"

"Gwyn, get out of here!" he shouted. She disregarded the rogue pirate captain and walked further into the room. She stopped dead center between Jack and Barbossa, carefully glancing between both of them.

"What's going on here?"

"Don't worry about it, love. Just run!" Jack ordered.

"But-AHHH!" Gwyn screeched as she found herself with Barbossa holding her hostage and a knife to her throat. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the cold steel pressing against her pulse point.

"This 'ere be a mutiny, Jack," Barbossa stated with an evil glint in his eye. Mutiny? Gwyn thought. "Now, 'and over the Pearl to me or I'll kill the lass right here and now!" Gwyn mouthed for Jack not to listen and then she felt her captor grip her more firmly. "Do as I say, Jack. I'll kill 'er. You know I'll do it!"

"Leave her out of this, Hector!" Jack stated stiffly.

"Hector?" Gwyn asked confused.

"Quiet!" Barbossa shouted as the entire crew, including Bootstrap Bill came flooding into the cabin. They all had their swords and guns out. Jack's eyes scanned the room and he swallowed a lump in his throat. "Now listen 'ere, Jack. Ye are to turn over your duty as captain to me. The Black Pearl is to be mine. You either cooperate, or I kill yer girl here and you."

"I'm not his girl!" Gwyn screamed as she stomped down on Barbossa's foot. He flinched, but not enough to give Gwyn an escape. The pirate held strong and pressed the knife further against her neck, almost enough to draw blood. She winced at the pain, only making the entire crew laugh.

"She's feisty," Pintel stated with an evilly joyous tone. Barbossa laughed loudly and heartily, sending a chill down Gwyn's spine. She was beginning to truly feel scared. Before it was more of an annoyance…now it was terrifying.

"Oy, Barbossa! Just let her go! I'll give you the Pearl. Just don't hurt her!" Jack watched the new captain smile after he said those words.

"Outside, Jack…" Barbossa ordered. The rogue nodded and handed over his gun and pistol to the African member of the crew…Bo'sun. His dark eyes were glimmering as Jack was stepping down from his position. It was amusing to him.

Grapple, a grimy and horrific man of muscle bound Jack's hands with rope. Jack did not struggle. He kept his eyes on Gwyn, who was looking at him as if he was crazy. He was giving up the Pearl so easily? She remembered him telling her how much the ship meant to him the first night she met him. Why would he give it up without a fight? It made no sense to her. She locked eyes with Sparrow until they were both dragged out onto the deck. The sky was a dark purple; a menacing violet.

Gwyn's face was full of utter fear; more fear than she felt when she was raped by a man for the first time. She didn't know what was happening. She was forced to stand next to Jack, but her hands were not bound. They allowed her to stand free and clear, which seemed unusual. She looked at Jack and leaned her face close to his. "Jack, what's happening here?"

"We're about to be marooned, love," he answered casually.

"WHAT?" she screamed, completely outraged. She looked at Bootstrap, who was standing behind Barbossa. Her eyes were like shimmering daggers that could have pierced flesh. He had been a part of this whole thing. He had distracted her for but a moment and pretended to be a friend to her. He had made sure that she wouldn't be near Jack until the opportune moment. "Bootstrap, help us please!" she begged. He said nothing, but the crew began laughing. She kept her cold eyes on the pirate and abruptly noticed that he was beginning to look melancholy. What in all Hell is going on? she thought.

"Now Jack," Barbossa began, "On me honor, I must maroon ye with a pistol with one shot. I think I'll leave yer lady 'ere your sword."

"I'm not his lady!" Gwyn shouted.

"No interrupting, Missy," the new captain ordered. His eyes were still on Jack. "Since yer a little tied up, I'll give Gwyn yer effects." Barbossa tossed the young woman Jack's things, an evil grin on his face. "Now…walk the plank!" The entire crew began to cheer loudly and make whistling noises when Gwyn stepped onto the plank alongside Jack, who stood in front of her. Gwyn felt very body conscious and shivered as the Caribbean night air pricked her skin in an evil manner. She turned and looked at Barbossa again, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Off ye go now!" he ordered as he stomped on the plank, causing it to shake.

Jack and Gwyn were jolted into the water. Gwyn shrieked as she hit the sea and disappeared under the surface. She let herself stay still for a moment and looked up to see the white moon shining down and reflecting. She felt as if she was watching this entire event from someplace else; an out of body experience. As she felt her throat begin to tighten, she swam to the surface and looked around. "Jack?" No answer. "Jack?" Still no answer. "JACK!" she screamed.

"Love, I'm here!" Gwyn spun in the water and there was Jack, his hands still bound in front of him. Gwyn lifted Jack's sword from the water and cut him loose before tossing the rope aside and letting it float away. She locked arms with Jack and helped him swim to shore, which took a lot longer than expected. She could hear the pirates all laughing and cringed as the water splashed in her face. They had to get to shore.

When they made it to the shallow water that they could stand in up to their knees, Jack strode to shore and dropped his effects on the sand. Gwyn crawled ashore and rolled onto her back, trying to squirm away from the water. She was breathing deeply and kept her eyes focused on the clear sky. Her arms were shaking from overworking her muscles and she couldn't feel her legs anymore. "Damn Barbossa," she heard Jack mutter. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach and braced herself up on her arms. She stared at him through the darkness and took in a deep breath before getting to her feet.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Gwyn said as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"They done what's right by them," he replied solemnly.

"That's no excuse. This shouldn't have happened to you. You were a fine captain."

"I'm still a captain…need my ship back."

"I'm sure you will." Gwyn dropped her hand from Jack's shoulder and folded her arms across her chest. "So…what do we do now?" she asked. Jack just simply smiled and sat down in the sand. "Jack?"

"We sleep. We'll figure out what to do in the morning, love. It's too dark to do anything now." Gwyn nodded and sat down next to Jack before leaning back and letting her back hit the sand. She watched intently as the pirate just sat there staring out at the night.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Lass, I need some time to think. You rest now." Gwyn smiled and whispered a goodnight to Jack before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. Captain Sparrow just dug his boots into the sand and kept his eyes on the dark ocean. He would have revenge on Barbossa for this. "I'm saving this bullet for you, mate," he whispered to himself. And he would make sure of that.

Author's Note: Okay…I know the whole mutiny thing came rather quickly, but there are those lovely three days on the island. I have to move the story along, as I said before. But don't worry…not everything will move so fast. Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. More to come soon, savvy? Ciao!