Here's chapter 3, sorry it took so long. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner. Thanks for you comments. Please comment and let me know your thoughts.

Jack found a comfortable spot in the beach and sprawled himself out in the sand to prepared his tired eyes for sleep. A full moon shown overhead, and peace settled upon the previously bustling village, its citizen retreating to their huts for sleep. Sleep did not evade him for long.

A damning roar of cannons disrupted is dreams. Jack woke up to a swarm of uniforms raiding the shoreline, torches and muskets at hand. Jack sat up wide-eyed and shocked.

"What are they doing?" Jack shouted to himself. He then spotted a familiar face among the crowded beaches, "Beckett," Jack ran to Becket to receive his answers.

"Ah, Mr. Sparrow there you are," Becket shouted above the noise as Jack approached, "you efforts were quite helpful in all of this. Couldn't have don it without you! Excuse me for one moment." Beckett began to walk off and shot orders to his men. "Set fire to the huts. When the mongrels exit, place them in shackles and escort then to the to the beach. If they resist more than they're worth, kill them! Now Go!" The soldiers dispersed to fulfill their ghastly orders

"Beckett! what is the meaning of this!? What are doing?!" Sparrow shouted.

"Do not raise your voice to a superior officer! I could have you demoted for that. You're quite fortunate you completed your task exceptionally or you would be. You should learn your place Mr. Sparrow"

Jack cowered his head like a scolded puppy. At the moment Jack felt powerless, but he was determined to get answers

"Why are you doing this?" Jack finally asked solemnly.

"Large plantations are appearing in the Americas and the slave trade is proving to be a profitable market."

"Slaves? These people have done nothing wrong they do not deserve this"

"Sparrow you are too naive. The world is changing and you must find your place or perish. Now get out of my sight before you say something we both regret." Then with the flick of Beckett's wrist Jack was dismissed.

Jack stood on the beach in a dream-like state and watched the horror unfold around him. His eyes filled with the light from the flame engulfed huts. A putrid smell of burning fleshed stung his nose. The wails and cries of tormented people traveled through the night air to his ears, and the clanking shackles grew nearer. The white sand became tainted with red as gun shots rang out. Babies and children deemed unfit to work were shot or bludgeoned to death, a true image of hell on earth. Jack stood there paralyzed and mute from the sights he just beheld. He did not know how long he stood there but, when the sun rose silence finally swept over the village and the sudden chaos subsides. All of the shackles prisoners stood on the beach solemnly afraid to make a sound.

"Sparrow!" a wicked voice bellowed that brought Jack back from his dream-like state as the sun rose. It was Beckett. Jack approached Beckett with a dullness in his eyes. Beckett was tallying and inspecting the "goods" he harvested. "There is a rambunctious young wretched female who's capture is becoming a bit troublesome. She is evading capture from a dozen men in the village with only club. She's protecting a hut containing a few children. Apparently she is white so try not to injure her. She could be worth a decent sum of money if in good condition. As for the children…well use your imagination."

"Sir, I beg you, I don't want…" Jack began but was cut off.

"Mr. Sparrow, wither you fulfill your duties or I will find someone who will with more cruelty than you could ever imagine!" Beckett shouted. Being defeated, Jack sadly went off to fulfill his orders.

He found the hut surrounded by East Indian Trading Company soldier. He pushed past them to get a better look at the situation.

"Feronia?" he whispered.. Feronia stood at of the hut with a club in hand, which she swung feverously, knocking two soldier out cold. When She looked up at Jack, rage grew in her eyes.

"You wretched bottom feeder" she screamed. She swung her club for his face, but before it could make contact Jack halted the swing with his hand. He held the club firmly.

"Trust me I had no idea…"

SLAP!

He was interrupted with a swift smack in the face from Feronia's open hand. Jack stumbled backward and grabbed is stinging cheek. The other soldiers took advantage and quickly tackled and apprehended her. Then placed her in shackles.

"Not sure I deserved that," Jack whispered to himself.

That was the first slap Jack Sparrow had the pleasure of experiencing, and as fate would have it, it certainly wouldn't be his last.