"Ugh" The man groaned faintly as his thick lashes flickered open defensively shutting as the bright sun stung his slowly adjusting pupils.
The pirate stretched out his heavy arms blindly snatching at his surroundings for something to hold onto.
"Ah.." Sparrow grunted painfully as his hand smacked into a rough surface, his golden knuckled fingers curled around the side of the boat allowing him to steadily pull himself into an upright position.
"Uh!" The pirate recoiled hesitantly as a fragile object fell from him landing solidly on the boats tired deck.
The man squinted his eyes weary of the sun that hung above his head, smouldering each surface with its vicious heat. A small bottle that had previously been the mans best friend rolled from his sight emptying the last of its contents over the already soaked wood.
Jacks thick leather boots sloshed through the small puddle that slowly grew deeper as he moved.
"Women." He sighed emotionlessly glaring at the wood that had been horrendously broken, revealing a hole the size of his fist in the end of the drenched deck.
"I'm glad to see you're in a better mood." The pirate cast a sceptical look at the fierce sun that smirked down at him. "And I thought I paid you a compliment…" He paused raising his eyebrows to make his sentence more expressive.
"I won't be doing that again love." He slurred twirling away as his eyes settled on the broken mast that limply cast the small skull and bones flag he had wishfully attached to it. "Wasn't even my boat."
The man hesitated before picking up the long piece of wood that the sea goddess had used to silence him, grimacing as his head thudded reminding him of the stormy night that had taunted him. "I could've done with that rum."
Sparrow lifted the object horizontally placing it across the boat. "Barbossa would love to see this." He hissed dipping the converted paddle into the water as he stood straight making himself feel like the men he'd seen in the French seas, the men who didn't wear pirate hats or swords at their sides, instead they wore flat berets and striped shirts. Jack cringed back glancing down gratefully at his rum soaked attire.
"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirates life for me." The man lifted the paddle edging the boat forward as he dropped his arm again watching the soft ripples mount from the woods impact.
"We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack." He mumbled lifting the mast as he used his free hand to reach under his long shredded jacket.
Sparrow struggled as he tried to keep his balance on the unsteady boat while his hand dove deeper finally clasping the cold metal of the item he scoured for.
"Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho." Jack retrieved the object that was hooked safely to his belt holding it in the palm of his hand, the said item was an ancient compass.
Intricate designs had been woven over its previously glimmering surface, time had past the small tool making it suffer as it rusted its edges and blackened its gold.
Sparrow flicked open the stiff cover, jerking forward as the object slipped from his fingers.
"Woops!.." The pirate sighed as the thin mast fell from his panicked open hand splashing to the depths beneath him. "I'll get whoever this thing belonged to a new one."
"Or I'll fix it later.." The man shrugged eagerly picking up the item from the water it had fallen into, holding it securely in his grip.
"Hmm.." The pirate hummed as he tapped the dirty glass that held back the needle which refused to move.
Jack twirled splashing the heightening water, tugging away as his foot hovered over the hole that had been punched through the boat that slowly grew heavier.
Sparrow stood pointing the compass forward as he faced the opposite direction, he shrugged twirling back to face his earlier heading, wearily noting the small hole that hungrily waited for his foot.
"Heart wants what it wants." He frowned unsurely clipping the delicate object back to his belt decoratively as he shoved his hand deeply into his jacket pocket.
"Let's see.." The man pulled out a short spy glass, holding it to his eye as his mast free right hand extended the object.
"Oh.." The man leaned further away from the boat, wobbling as his footing slide on the soaked floor, he took the instrument away from his eye twirling around his fingers, finally holding it up to the glaring sun.
"Must be a smudge…" He sighed tilting his head back to examine the reflective surface in the brilliant light.
"No." The mans lips shaped the lone syllable word, his brows knitted together as he replaced the glass to his eye, the same darkened shape that stood abandoned in the water remained where it had been. Sparrow adjusted the instrument wearily remembering how small the boat was before taking another confused step forward.
"That's a sight for sore eyes." He frowned shrugging at the unknown obstruction lifting the magnificent hat from his head, leaning further from the wooden miniature vessel brushing the water hesitantly with the worn leather. The pirate frowned as the boat stayed motionless on the calm water. "I guess this is your doing." He humourlessly glanced to the sky daring himself to glare at the scorching sun that ignored him stubbornly.
"How lady like." He snarled climbing slowly onto the side of the boat listening to the tense creaks that sounded with protest.
"Oh dear…" Sparrow grimaced as the creaking grew noticeably louder, the pirate tensed as he attempted to keep steady.
"No nonononono… UGH!" The man fussed waving his arms franticly trying to fight the gravity that battled him as the wood crashed beneath his feet plunging him into the warm ocean.
"That wasn't one of my best ideas.." He cast an apologetic glance to the broken pieces of wood that surrounded him, bobbing lifelessly on the crystallised blue surface. "There was me thinking a bit of rope and a plank of wood'll do the job…"
Sparrow snatched his sinking hat from the water as he reached for a piece of solid wood that slowly descended into the waves. "Waste not want not." He sighed wrapping his arms around the wood that floated effortless ahead of him guiding the man towards the darkened figure that smudged his spyglass lens.
"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirates life for me…" The pirate flicked his braided hair as he swam closer to the dark spot, while his eyes studied the object he could make out the subtle details that hinted to its identity.
"SHIP!" The man barked flashing his gold coated teeth as his mouth ranged through a set of different expressions, first he looked at the magnificent vessel with fear of it being an enemy, next he was doubtful.
"Maybe I had to much rum.." The man floated across the water tilting his head studying the large mass that laid before him.
"Maybe I am forgiven after all?…" He raised his eyebrows quizzically looking at the sea through the corner of his eyes.
"Or not." He winced frantically pushing out with his legs as he saw the wall of water angrily crashing towards him.
"But the ship.." Jack reached out a weak determined hand to the craft as he was submerged in the vicious heavy wave.
"WAIT!" The pirate screamed letting salty water pour into his mouth as he addressed the wood his arms where still entangled with.
"HOLD ON!" He shouted before being dragged under the forceful current, cautioning the object that pulled him relentlessly further with the strong wave.
"AH!" Sparrow pulled his arms back to him only for them to be tugged away selfishly by the lone piece of wreckage, the man fought with his jacket that had snagged onto its jagged surface, gulping as his head broke through the waters surface.
"WELL! ..That…" The man squinted his warm brown eyes glancing around him as he feared for the giant monstrous wave to return for its victim, but the mystical waters contradicted him as they shone around him calmly. "Strange.." Sparrow twirled abandoning the sentence his confused mind had scattered across his thoughts staring at the black mass that blocked his vision.
"I BLIND!" The pirate screamed viciously kicking his legs beneath him. "I CAN'T SEE!" He cried spinning back to where the water had left him, drunkenly glaring at the sky.
"THIS IS YOUR… ah.." Sparrow blinked curiously as he looked at the welcoming sky. "Easy mistake to make love.." He gestured softly at the sky before turning away to examine the now fully sized dark spot that had sabotaged ability to see.
"It's real?…" The man raised a soaked arm pressing his hand on the black painted wood that roughly scraped his skin.
"Beautiful…" He sighed running his hand over the textured surface as he moved along its side.
"Oh…" He smiled addressing the ship as he noted the thick iron chain that was cast to the depths of the ocean. "Been waiting long?" He smiled devilishly gripping the looped chain testing to see if it could support his weight.
The pirate steadily climbed along the black surface smiling as he saw the small hatch that stood opened at the side of the ship. "My beauty.." He grinned swinging lightly on the metal rope until he managed to slide his foot though the small entrance. "I think we're going to get along well." He placed his other foot beside the hatch eagerly letting go the iron chain, flinging himself through the gap.
"RUM!" The pirate steadied himself against the oversized barrel that stood statuesquely beside him automatically letting his hands search for the cork.
"Ah ha.." The man plucked the small object from the thick container eagerly eyeing the lone flask that had been tied to his belt.
"Comes in handy after all.." He held the metal item under the thin stream that flowed from the barrel.
"Who are you?" The man jumped back as his spine tensed in response to the lightly accented female voice.
"Would you be Jack Sparrow…" The female voice breathed as she studied the frozen man who faced away from her, curious on whether he should give a different identity to the risk of being killed, or abandoned.
"Captain." He decidedly stated frowning as he searched his memory. "Should I remember you?..""No Cap-tain." A light Mediterranean intonation spiked the unknown female voice as the pirate heard her breath in heavily.
"You smell like a brewery." She hissed poking him heavily in the shoulder with a thick weighted object.
"Easy on the goods love." The man slurred gruffly jerking the flask to his lips.
"Either that or your crew threw up on you…" The woman ignored his remark, sighing as she prodded him again. "Where is your crew?"
The man stepped forward as she nudged his shoulder again. "I don't have one."
"Where's your ship?" The pirate heard a frown tinge the female voice.
"I don't have one.." The man zoned away from the woman picturing the beautiful ship he called his own for ten years, although a majority of the ten years he wasn't on the said vessel, but, he still classed it as his own. A pearl of the sea, a magnificent black pearl who's dark sails mystically waved through even the toughest of seas always managing to float gracefully.
"Why?" The woman barked snatching his distant mind back to the present.
"Look love, it's been great talking to you but it would be a little, bit, better, if I could see your face. Not complaining on how I'm stuck in a ship brewery as you jab the life out of me.." The man mumbled uttering each word playfully through a golden smirk attempting to turn around to face the woman who stood behind him.
"Oh.." The mans mouth shaped the word theatrically as his eyes fell on the young woman as she leant against another large barrel.
"What?" The slim figure addressed him in her foreign accent studying him with unnaturally green eyes.
"You, remind me of someone…" He paused nervously casting a tense glance at the sun that leaked through the hatch he had climbed regrettably through.
"You know my mother." The woman stated sure of her sentence as he raised his brows dramatically flickering his gaze back to her. "I don't know you."
"But you know my mother Captain, Jack, Sparrow.." She purred giving the pirate a familiar determined stare that he had received from the woman who had once tried to kill him, and now lived to torture him.
"No idea…" Jack shrugged confidently mimicking her poise by leaning against the dry side of the barrel that slowly dripped its contents on the floor creating a small, strong odoured puddle.
"My mother is Calypso." She hissed as he nervously spared a soft glance to her.
"Don't give me your pity Sparrow." She hissed blandly holding the object she had used to prod him with, in her thin hand she held the handle of a musket.