A/N: Thank u for the reviews! I'm so glad everyone liked it. Okay so this chapter explains a little more about Santana's past. There's not much Will/Jack interaction, but if you don't read this chapter you'll be in the dark for the rest of the story. Let's get rolling.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean nor will I when the next chapter comes up.
Chapter 2: The Interceptor
The sun appeared just over the water, it was dawn. The Interceptor was docked quietly next to the other ships and dwarfed them in size.
"So this is your boat Sparrow? A British naval ship?" I whispered to myself as I drew closer to it. The harbor was easy to sneak onto with all the half-asleep porters docking ships and transporting cargo.
I pulled myself up and over the side of the boat and quickly looked for cover. I found it under an unused, musty sail.
Not long after, Jack and the Brit, Will, walked onto the dock, accompanied by about a dozen other men. They stood in a line as Jack looked them over. He came upon a deaf pirate that had a parrot translate for him. After some difficulty, a voice rang out into the morning air.
"What's the benefit for us?"
Jack walked over to the pirate and took the hat off that was covering their face. A woman glared back at him.
"Ana Maria" Jack observed.
Ana Maria slapped him in the face.
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either." I heard Will say smugly.
"No that one I deserved." Jack replied.
"You stole my boat!"
"Actually- he was cut off as she slapped him hard again.
"Barrowed, barrowed without permission, but with every intention on bringing it back."
"But you didn't!" She demanded.
"You'll get another one." Jack answered.
Ana Maria pointed her finger at him and threatened, "I will."
"A better one." Will added in.
"A better one." Jack repeated.
"That one." Will said pointing to the Interceptor.
"That one?" Jack said looking surprised at Will.
Will nodded, "Aye, that one." Jack sighed.
"Aye, Ana Maria and the rest of the crew said as they boarded the Interceptor.
"It's bad luck to have a woman on board." The man who I saw with them last night said.
"It'd be far worse not to have her on board." Jack replied.
After that, he gave out orders and the pirates scattered about and prepared to set sail. Now I wasn't planning on going with them, but the lack of chance to get off unnoticed was bad planning on my part. Also, I reasoned, these pirates would lead me to treasure which I could find very good uses for.
Several hours later, we were on the open sea. From my vantage point I could see dark clouds pulling in and rain approaching on the horizon. Soon it came and I sat shivering under the soaking sail, the waves crashing over the sides of the ship and battering the vessel.
I reminded myself that this was nothing compared to what I had faced back home. Before my father and I had left to sail to America, we had lived in a small cabin in the mountains. When I was twelve, my father had left for a couple of days to travel to the nearest town and fetch supplies. I was left alone to take care of the house and livestock.
One cold night, a terrible blizzard had materialized and the winds threatened to freeze the grazing farm animals. I ran out into the storm and attempted to round up all the animals and put them in the barn, but the blinding whiteness of the snow disoriented me, and I could not see three feet in front of myself. I did the only thing I could think of to stay alive. I dug a ditch in the snow and tried to keep myself as warm as possible until the morning arrived. Miraculously my father had found me, nearly frozen to death from hypothermia.
The medallion floated back into my mind as I sat under the sail. Would Jack be carrying it with him, or would he have it in the cabin?
As dusk neared, I knew that I had to try and get down below decks. The storm had lessened, and most of the pirates had gone down below for supper. Only two remained. One to steer the ships and one as a look out.
It was now or never, I thought. I peered out from under the coarse cloth and saw that neither of them were looking in my direction. Darting across the deck, I slipped into the cabin unseen. Since this was a British ship, the room was well furnished and the kingdom's flag was displayed in every corner.
Frantically, I began to search drawers for the medallion. Nothing, but I picked up a few classy instruments and trinkets which I thought might be of some value. Footsteps approached and I desperately looked around for some cover. I ended up cramming myself into a cabin just as the owners of the footsteps entered the room.
I recognized the two voices as being Jack's and Will's.
"You said it yourself that we're making good time." Will spoke.
"But no ship can catch the Black Pearl mate."
"Jack, why would the pirates be taking Elizabeth away from the mainland? They can't use her for ransom then, if they're concentrated on out running us."
"You think this is about the money?" Jack answered amused, "That scum has enough gold to make the king look broke. They have a different motive."
"Well let's hear it then. If you're the pirate you should know what it is they want. You've dodged my question long enough." Will said angrily his temper rising.
"If you want your girl back, you'll let me plan what we're going to do. You haven't forgotten that little discussion we had when you were hanging around." Jack said annoyed.
Will quieted up and then a knock at the door disturbed them.
I heard the door open and a voice said, "Jack, a moment."
"What is it Gibbs." Jack answered as I guessed Will was leaving.
They lowered their voices and I heard Gibbs say, "That boy's gonna find out sooner or later. You actually gonna risk savin the lass?"
"Worth a shot." I heard Jack respond, "Besides, I like challenges."
The two continued on with their conversation which turned to nautical topics and I became aware of the growing pain in my back from sitting in such an uncomfortable position. My muscles burned and I tried to adjust myself. I wished they would hurry up and leave the room.
I was quite confused at what they meant by the Black Pearl. I knew of the tales of a ghost ship with the same name, but I just couldn't believe that it was the same ship. And who was Elizabeth? It sounded like Jack and Will planned to rescue her from the people on the Black Pearl.
Finally the room was silent for several minutes and I figured Gibbs had left and Jack was probably asleep. I peeked out and saw Jack slumped over at a desk with a map sprawled out. I glanced around the room and saw an opened blog on an oak table. Curious, I read the page it was opened to and one specific name caught my eye, it was written in loopy cursive. Charlie Pace it read. I stared at it not being able to comprehend. Then, with my fingers trembling, I looked on the back page and it read wanted by The Kingdom of Britain for murder of….
"Santana." I whispered.
A/N: So, not what you guys were expecting I hope. The next chapter will have way more action in it. I'm hoping to get to the cave and all that good stuff. If you're a Lost fan, you might have noticed I used Charlie's name. He's so awesome and I couldn't resist. R and R. Cuz that's how I roll.