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Author's Note at the end of the page, please read.

Presently

"Mr. Gibbs!"

"Aye Cap'n."

"Make port in London. I find myself in need of a new ship." Gibbs looked around at the cramped, slightly flooded paddle boat.

"Aye, that would be appropriate." As the small boat docked, Gibbs hurriedly threw a line onto the wooden platform. Jack stepped off the dinghy.

"Don't bother," He grinned, staring at a huge grand ship harbored a few docks away. Very soon that beautiful ship would be sailing under his command. Jack looked up suddenly. "Did you say something?"

"What?" Gibbs asked in confusion.

"What? What are you waiting for. Off we go then!" Jack cried, shooing Gibbs off the boat with flailing hands and strutting down the dock.

"What's the plan Jack?"

"We head to the Captain's Daughter, maybe ask around a bit. Secure a ship, sign up a crew and sail the seven seas, pirating, pillaging and plundering," Jack said happily, Gibbs grinned in approval. He couldn't deny that it was a good plan, anything that included the three P's was sure to lead to gold, and the pirates liked their gold very, very much.
The Captain's Daughter was a well known pub, infamous to the lowlifes of London and was often frequented by pirates and thieves. For this occasion, it also happened to be the perfect place for Jack Sparrow and Joshamee Gibbs to recruit a treasure-loving crew.

The two traveling pirates reached the wooden door of the pub and pushed it open. A bottle smashed against the wall, missing Jack's head by mere inches.

"Waste of perfectly good rum," He frowned, glancing at the broken glass and amber coloured liquid sitting pitifully on the floor. Jack walked through the quarreling crowd confidently, Gibbs in tow.

He took a seat at the bar, snatching a mug out of the hands of the sailor sitting beside him, much to that sailor's annoyance. Jack patted the stool next to him, signaling Gibbs to sit down. A lone man in the corner of the room caught his attention.

"You see that bloke over there," He murmured into the mug of alcohol, gesturing discreetly to the left of a room. A blonde-haired figure was sitting alone at a table, wearing a crisp white cotton tunic and coal-black breeches tucked into high brown leather boots. He had a captain's tricorne, decorated with a white plume, tilted slightly to cast a shadow over most of his face. He looked as unassuming as the rest of the tavern, but something about him held Jack's interest.

"Aye, what abou' him?" Gibbs asked loudly.

"Shush, shhh-shush! Keep your voice down." Jack shushed frantically. Gibbs looked at him with skepticism. "There's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on it." Jack murmured, glancing at Gibbs.

"He looks pretty normal to me. You sure you alright cap'n?" Gibbs commented blandly, returning Jack's look with a confused stare, making Jack groan softly in frustration. He stood up quickly, making his way to the barkeep and leaned forward.

"You have any idea, who that is?" Jack asked, pointing at the pirate, who appeared to be asleep.

"No idea mate. Came in a few hours ago, hasn't ordered no bevy." The bartender grunted, wiping down a stained glass with a grimy cloth. "Claims he's just your common sailor looking for adventure."

"Seems mighty well off for your average sailor, if you ask me." Gibbs commented, referring to his impeccably clean clothes and polished leather boots.

Jack agreed quietly. It was rare to find sailors so well groomed, the modest living of an honest sailor or barter could never buy that quality tunic. Neither would a privateer ever soil his hands drinking at such a barbaric place. And he donned a captain's tricorne, a pirate captain...

Jack was disgruntled at the least, something about that man sleeping at the table put him off.

A deafening bang interrupted Jack's thoughts as the heavy wooden doors to the pirate-friendly tavern were forcefully slammed open. Gunshots rang out loudly and screams broke loose. Soldiers were streaming through the door, clothed in the red coats associated with the British Royal Marines.

"Arthur Kirkland show yourself!" A marine screamed over the noise.

"What the hell is going on!" Jack shouted in alarm, ducking his head down to avoid the heavy onslaught of bullets. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the blast as barrels of gunpowder were hit by the searing hot bullets.

"Jack! Let's get out of here," Gibbs said, worming his way through the mass of hectic people. Jack scrambled to his feet, feeling slightly disorientated and confused. Someone ran past them, rudely shoving Jack out of the way, causing him to stumble and almost fall again.

"That wasn't very nice!" Jack grumbled loudly after regaining his balance. The stranger that pushed him glanced back and Jack caught the locks of sand-coloured hair poking out from under his tricorne. He caught his eyes and smirked and Jack took a sharp intake of air, seeing the bright emerald green eyes flash in the light.

"Jack we really should be going now," Gibbs said loudly, unaware of his encounter with the green-eyed stranger. He grabbed his captain by the bicep, ignoring the stream of profanities and questions pouring from Jack's lips, hauling him out of the chaotic pub. They ran along the road, the violence from inside the Captain's Daughter had infected the streets outside. Swarms of people ran, screaming as soldiers opened fire on the former occupants of the tavern. Jack could hear the marines screaming a name above the noise again and again, commanding them to step forward and reveal themselves.

"Arthur Kirkland! Come peacefully and we will cease fire! Kirkland!"

The name rang familiarly in Jack's mind as he and his loyal first-mate (and only crew member) hurried to the port of London.

"Jack! What are we going to do? We haven't yet secured a ship," Gibbs panted, his stocky legs moving frantically. Jack had thought of that.

"Don't worry your old head off. I have a plan," He exclaimed excitedly, wildly flinging his arms around.
To Gibbs' confusion and alarm Jack suddenly veered left, heading straight towards the enormous vessel instead of towards the tiny dinghy they had arrived in. Jack turned back, grinning at him and with a bounce in his step, he boarded the unfamiliar ship.
"Well come on! One man can't sail an entire ship," He called gleefully.

"Stealin' another pirate's ship? That's low Jack, even for us," The first mate commented, stepping onto the deck anyways.

"Yeah well, Hector Barbossa had no qualms against stealing my ship and leading a mutiny against me." Jack muttered bitterly under his breath before speaking up. "I'm borrowing it Mr Gibbs. We'll will be needing it if I ever want to see my beloved Pearl again."

With a hand on the wooden wheel and his trusted friend running the sails, the ship was carefully steered out of the port and into open ocean. A breeze ran through Jack's dreadlocks, the salty air rubbing against his weatherworn cheeks. He laughed. How great it felt to back out on the sea, sailing with a proper ship, the foaming waves rocking and crashing gently but powerfully against the side of the dark wood hull.

So caught up in his elation to be back where he belonged under the jolly roger, Jack failed to notice the lone figure standing at the docks, or the gleaming green eyes that watched the ship depart with a pool of amusement and annoyance. With a sigh the figure murmured to himself.

"Jack Sparrow... You've got balls to steal my ship."

Author's Note

Hi Loves, guess who's returned? Me, hahaha.
First things first, I was so happy when I checked and I actually got reviews asking to update because I really was not expecting that at all. I know you may think oh it's not that many but honestly, seeing that there are people who enjoy reading my writing made me feel so bubbly and weird. Thank you so much to the people who reviewed, followed and faved and even to those who didn't because I'm just happy you guys got to the end of the page lmao.

Secondly, god I know it took me so long to update and I hope that this chapter is okay. I really hope you guys like it, I know it's not great but I would appreciate any advice or opinions.
Look who finally showed up in the story? The one and only Captain Jack Sparrow. I'm really sorry if it's a bit OOC because I don't really know if I'm portraying him right... hopefully I'm not f*cking up too badly, lmao.

Also to explain, the official plot will start off here. It's still something I'm developing as I write and I don't really have many opportunities to write (Either that or I'm procrastinating because of writer's block) so I'm really sorry if it doesn't make sense... Feel free to ask if you need to clarify anything in the future.

And I really need to thank Death by Nosebleed for clarifying the whole Corona name thingy, I'll go back and adjust that haha.

See you around Loves. Author Out.

-Flutter Nutter-
December 09 2016