AN: Yo, here's my bonus chap for all my fans who stuck around.
Idea: Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl, and his hat, in the world of One Piece.
Nuff' Said.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. No one owns Jack. Not even himself. Jack Sparrow shall forever live in our hearts with weird hand gestures and wiggling fingers. (I only lay claim to my original content).
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Chapter 1:
The Sea of Lost Souls, a dreadful place.
A place of end.
No, it was THE END of all things.
A trash heap, a prison, a torture device.
It was its own pocket dimension, connected to the main dimension by a very fragile bridge long since out of use, created by the sole deity of a world without a hint for manipulating the supernatural.
The greatest of the worlds numbers could only simply… navigate. Never use, never understand, and never force it, but it was always there. Things beyond a man's understanding, things all learned to respect, fear, and the few, to navigate.
But in every era, in every world, there comes those few…unique…types of people, touched by things beyond mortal comprehension.
Unique in a way that may look insane to the casual eye, but in the same vein, a genius.
And when a unique man is tossed into something beyond mortal comprehension, their mad genius side tends to pop out. That, or luck.
Jack Sparrow was such a man. Someone with luck blessed by the devil himself.
A man, a pirate, a captain, and currently… not happy. Or maybe he was happy. He wasn't sure.
*SPLASH*
"RAH!"
"Ah!"
"RAH!"
"Oh, sorry, carry on."
That was the logical conversation of a man and a Seaking who happened to be full at that moment and swam away.
Jack watched it go with a nod, turned around back to the wheel of his prized ship, The Black Pearl, and smiled.
"Well, I wonder if someone can tell me where I am."
Jack's optimism was infectious, and his entire crew smiled as a result.
Jack eyed up the empty deck. He was currently the only crewmember. In his opinion, he counted for at least three people, so he was doing good.
And good is great, since he wasn't currently fish food, drowning, broken, impaled, or in Davy Jones Locker like he expected when a monolithic kraken of doom with… many teeth… decides to eat him and his whole ship.
On the initial jumping dive into said beasts stomach, which he was damn proud of, he expected stomach acid, he did not expect the tunnel of rainbow colors making him remember that stuff Gibbs got for him a few months before.
He was damn near glued to the deck of his ship as it traveled in said tunnel, but strange circumstance or not, Jack Sparrow was not a man to go down without steering his ship headfirst in the opposite direction of anything trying to eat, kill, destroy, or all of the above, him.
He had principles.
With an effort of will, he barely managed to pull himself up and yank the steering wheel to the left, hitting the wall of said rainbow tunnel, and seemingly breaking the surface of an ocean like his ship was a whale breaching.
A quick few sputters of wonderful salt water, a random bottle of rum, and a dripping wet Jack Sparrow was a happy camper.
He was alive after all.
And he found his hat.
That's a double fortune in his eyes.
Jack grabbed his trusty compass, watched it spin in circles a few times, and then saw it settle in one direction.
He rose a brow at it and turned to the bottle of rum.
"Mn, fair."
He popped it open and the compass changed course. He smiled and took a deep sip.
"There we go ya bugger."
Spinning the wheel, the black pearl answered the call of it's eternal captain and took off.
"A crew, a gal….two gals… bloody hell, that story better get me three, triplets I hope, some rum, nay a lot of rum, and some god damn information. But the second and third things first."
Contrary to many expectations, Jack was not a moron. He had sailed long enough to recognize the fact that a giant Seaking with a strangely human like expression was not native to the waters he sailed for decades.
But a new ocean isn't anything new in his eyes. He was long since accustomed to such things.
It didn't matter what ocean it was, if it had water, and he could sail it, the name of Captain Jack Sparrow would soon come to be known in one way or another.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me~."
End.
AN: Loved it? Hated it? Let me know. It's crack based if anyone cant tell. I have this super funny image of Jack just being super Jack and stumbling through the world half drunk. Anyone want to see more?
