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Sorry this one is so short; I'll make up for it! I promise!
CHAPTER 3: Captain Jack Sparrow Returns
Jack Sparrow stood on the bow of the Pearl, a compass in one hand, rum in the other. He was disoriented, and felt a little woozy, but he didn't know if that was from the rum or not.
"Cap'n, there be Tortuga," Gibbs whispered.
"Now, mate, is it jus me, or does it look, dirtier…than usual?"
"No, sir, it's not just you."
"Hnnn…"
Jack continued to stare at Tortuga. His eyes were drawn to a small clipper ship in dock. The Majestic was a small beauty. He frowned; it looked like it belonged to the Royal Navy. What would they be doin' in Tortuga?
His crew threw the anchor over the side and tied her to the dock. Jack walked down the gangplank and stood on the dock. He looked back at the Pearl.
"Be back, m'hearties."
He sauntered into to town.
"Ah, Tortuga, never a finer place…" he eyed the feces, "Well, it used to be cleaner, at least."
Sparrow watched as the Pearl docked. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, beating against the Black Pearl, as Jack Sparrow walked past. She waited until she heard rowdy singing from the ship, and then she began to creep closer.
"Yo-Ho Yo-Ho A pirates life for me!" The crew bellowed. She winced. Their singing was terrible. She dropped onto the deck and slid behind a crate. She waited, wishing she had a pair of earplugs to drown out Cotton's off key parrot.
Jack was happy. He had a lovely woman on one side, and rum on the other.
"Easy with the goods, love," Jack said as the woman handled the sword Will gave him. She touched the skull and crossbones.
"You be Jack Sparrow then?"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Darling," he smiled roguishly and took another swallow.
"Yes, Captain, and you have something of mine."
He opened one eye.
"Oh, really, and what would that be?"
"A small chest, filled with rubies."
"Ne'er seen it, love."
"Do not lie to me, sir!"
"Not lying, haven' even seen sunlight in awhile." He stood up and slammed the rum onto the table between them.
"Now, love, give me my sword."
"You took my rubies, I take the sword."
Jack tilted his head to one side and smiled. "Sorry love, but I think not." He drew a small dagger and lunged. She dodged him and took off. He growled.
"GIVE ME MY SWORD!" The pub went silent. Jack stood up, enraged. She unsheathed it and raised it above her head. She started to swing it down, when she hit the ground with a resounding THAWCK!
Gibbs stood behind her, a broken bottle in hand. He picked up the sword and handed it to Jack.
"Let's go, Cap'n."
Jack stepped over her body and looked down. "Many thanks, love."
Jack stepped onto his ship. The crew awaited him.
"Squawk! Drop the Anchor!"
"Cap'n, Cotton says we have a stowaway." Jack spun.
"A what?" His hand dropped to his sword and he drew it.
"Show yerself!"
He nearly dropped the sword when a girl leapt from behind a crate, long knife in hand. She moved with the grace of a well trained cat. Her honey-brown hair was pulled back and her green eyes pierced his. She lunged.
He raised his sword and the clang resounded about the ship. She stepped, and he responded. She thrust, he parried.
They fought, Jack continually driving her backwards. He pressed her against the bulkhead and pressed his sword into her throat.
"Get off of me ship."
He spun on his heel and headed for his quarters. The girl growled. He opened the door, and heard the sound of air whipping by a sword, and then her long knife was stuck in the wood next to his face.
He stared at it, shock written on his features. He spun.
"Turner!" he said in surprise.
The girl nodded. "My name is Morgan Sparrow Turner. My parents are missing. I need your help to get them back."
Jack stalked towards her. "Missing, say you? I see nothing in it for me."
"Oh, really?" Morgan sneered. "Did you see the Majestic when you pulled into port?"
"Aye," Jack said.
"It's mine, and it's filled with rum. And I'll give you the ship. Just think, two ships, the makings of your own fleet. And you can introduce yourself as Commodore Jack Sparrow."
He looked at her, and put his hand to his mouth.
"Rum, you say? I'll do it."