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Chapter 3: My Conversation with Jack Sparrow

I must say guards are not gentle with prisoners. First, they roughly carried me to the cell then literally threw me in.

"Ow! That hurt!" I shouted at them. They just shrugged and locked to door.

Well this kind of sucks. I've been able to get away for three years now I'm stuck in here. I bet it was that pirate. He must be bad luck or something. The worst part about being in a stone cold cell is that there is nothing to do! I paced back and forth for a bit but that got boring. Then I gazed out the window but there was nothing to look at. Actually, it had a lovely view of the harbor, but nothing interesting was going on. Just some merchant ships coming and going.

I even tried to make conversation with the prisoners in the cell next to me. They just called me a stupid kid and ignored me. If it wasn't for the bars I would've ripped their heads off.

After about an hour of doing nothing I heard guards coming down the stairs. With them was the pirate from earlier. They pushed, not tossed, him into my cell.

"Didn't take you long to get caught." I remarked. "I've only been here for an hour or so."

"Says you. You couldn't even run when I caused a distraction." Sparrow snapped back.

"I've been able to avoid Norrington for three years now. I was home free until you showed up."

"Yeah well, you shouldn't have followed me."

"You have bloody dreadlocks and a funny walk. Why wouldn't I follow you?"

"Alright, forget it." he said rather agitated. "I haven't properly introduced meself, the name's…"

"Captain Jack Sparrow, I know." I interrupted. "I heard you on the docks. My name's Jason, Jason Serner. Nice to meet you, Jack."

He sat down on the stone steps next to me. "Your not very polite, are you, Jason?" Sparrow asked.

I grinned. "Only when I want to be. Seeing how it's your fault I'm here I didn't think politeness was a necessity." Sparrow glared at me.

"Why are you in here."

"I stole an emerald ring." I said. "Don't need to ask why you're here. I heard you sacked Nassau Port without firing a single shot. Is it true?"

Sparrow gave a small laugh then nodded.

"Impressive." I admitted.

Jack turned to me. "Have I met you before? You look slightly familiar and it's not a good memory."

I narrowed my eyes. "No, I don't think so. Maybe it was someone else."

Jack shook his head. "Not a lot of people that I've seen have blue eyes and red-brown hair."

"It's auburn. See?" I corrected, giving my head a shake. My hair was fairly short and rarely got in my eyes so I didn't see it often. "Anyway, I'm sure I've never met, or seen, you before."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive. I would remember meeting a man like you. That's not a compliment, by the way."

Jack nodded. "I have another question. You said you've lived here for three years, yes?" I nodded, not liking where this was going. "Where did you live before and how and why did you come here?"

"Why do you want to know?" I asked coldly.

"This will be my last day alive. Might as well learn about the person I'm sharing it with."

I hate answering questions about my past, but this was Jack's last day alive. Might as well humor him. "Before Port Royal I lived in a pirate port in France." I began but Jack interrupted me.

"You're French! How come you have an English accent?"

"Do you want to hear my story or not?" Jack shut up. "As I was saying, I grew up in France. When I was ten I stowed away on a boat to the Caribbean."

"Yes, but why?" Jack asked. Bloody git's persistent.

"My mother died when I was nine. My step-dad took care of me for a one year but I couldn't stay in that town anymore. Too many memories. That's why I stowed away on that ship. Also, my mom said that my father usually hung around the Caribbean. I came here specifically to find him."

Jack nodded. "So you're trying to find your father, who I'm guessing you've never met, is that right?"

"I met him once, I think. He gave me this when I was two." I held up the white and black shell necklace around my neck. Plus, he's the only family I have left. Even if he's bloody git at least I still want to know if he's alive."

"Okay, I have one more question. Why do you have an English accent if you're French?" Jack asked. I was a bit taken back. What sort of question is that?

"I learned English from my step-dad. He's an Englishman. I must've picked up the accent as well as the language. French is my first language though."

"How do you say my name in French?" Jack asked.

I sighed. "Full name or just your first name?"

"Full name."

"Jack Sparrow." I said with a French accent. Jack looked a little disappointed. Probably because it wasn't fancy. Stupid foreigner.

After that we stopped talking for awhile. He must've run out of questions. I must've either been really bored or incredibly tired because I somehow fell asleep in that stone cold cell.

Hours later…

I woke up slowly. It took my awhile to remember where I was. Oh yeah. I'm in jail. As I stood up I realized I had a sore back, a crick in my neck, and a sore bum. I hate being in this cell. Jack was leaning against the wall in the corner with his hat was over his eyes. Looking outside I saw it was nighttime. Usually by this time I would be looking for a place to curl up or I would join the other orphans and runaways. There were a total of four including me.

The prisoners next to us were pressed up against the cell door whistling and holding a rope. Why…oh I see. A dog was sitting in front of the prisoners. It had a key in its mouth.

"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move." Jack muttered. I jumped a bit, not realizing he was awake.

"Well excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." one of the prisoners remarked. Jack smiled and closed his eyes again.

I walked up to the cell door. There, I got a good look at the dog. It was kind of cute, in a mangy sort of way. He reminded me of a dog back in France. He used to scratch at the door and beg for scraps. Of course I always gave him some.

Then, in the distance, a loud boom pulled me out of my thoughts. It was cannon fire. I would recognize that sound anywhere. Jack spoke. "I know those guns." he jumped up and looked out the window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl?" one prisoner asked. "I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

"No survivors? Where do the stories come from, I wonder." Jack said. I chuckled a bit.

Jack stood there looking out the window for a good while. The only thing I could think of was that it was my first pirate raid and I was trapped in a bloody cell!

Then I heard the sound of something big flying towards us. I only had seconds to figure out what it was before Jack pushed me to the ground. He lay next to me with his hand on my back to make sure I didn't get up. The wall exploded behind us as a cannon ball hit the stone wall. Rock and debris everywhere, though none of it got into our cell.

When I stood up, coughing up dust, there was a huge hole in the wall. Unfortunately the hole wasn't in our cell. It was in the cell next to us. The prisoners scrambled through the hole to freedom. "Our sympathies friend, it's no matter of luck at all." one of the prisoners said as he ran out. He went through the hole, cackling.

Jack walked up and leaned his head against the tiny gap in our wall. I heard him sigh.

"Well this sucks." I remarked. Jack looked at me with a grim expression on his face. "Those pirates don't have very good aim."

Jack said nothing and walked over to the cell door and picked up the bone the prisoners had. He started banging the bone against the cell bars and whistled. The moon outside shone through the gap, lighting up the cell floor.

"Come here, doggie. Come on." Jack called. "It's just you, me and the lad now. Just us." the dog began crawling out from under the bench. It walked over. "That's it. A bit closer, bit closer. Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy flea-bag." the dog was so close. But then a loud clang came from upstairs and the dog ran off. "No don't go! I didn't mean it! I didn't!" Jack called franticly.

A body fell down the stairs and two pirate-dressed men came down after it. One was dark skinned with black, dreadlocked hair and scars on his face. The other was less tan with a small, green hat on his head. "This ain't the armory!" the hatted one exclaimed.

"Well, well, well. Look what we 'ave here Twigg." the scarred pirate said, walking towards the cell. "Captain Jack Sparrow." he spit at Jacks feet, or knees since he was kneeling.

"Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinkin' into the distance." the pirate named Twigg said.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen." Jack said smugly. "The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." I got the feeling that Jack knew these two.

The scarred one put his hand through the bars and grabbed Jack's neck. I yelped and jumped back. Not because he had grabbed Jack's neck but because the man's hand turned skeletal!

"So there really is a curse." Jack said. "That's interesting."

"You know nothing of Hell." the scarred man said. When he glanced at me he did a double take. Twigg starred at me as well, looking confused.

"Hey! The boy looks familiar. What do you say, Koehler?" Twigg asked his companion.

"Why, Twigg, I believe that for once in your life that you're right. He does seem a bit familiar. But, the captain said no prisoners. We'd have no excuse if we took 'im back. Leave 'im be." the scarred man, Koehler, said. He walked up the stairs. Twigg gave me one last look then followed him.

Jack looked at the bone in his hand. "That's very interesting."

"What is?" I asked. "That those pirates recognized me or the fact that Koehler's hand turned into a skeleton in the moonlight!" I was a bit frantic.

"You alright, lad?" Jack asked.

"No, I am not alright! That man's hand turned into a skeleton. You know, a skeleton? White bone, ripped clothes, the whole shebang!"

"Calm down, Jason. Take a deep breath." I did as instructed. "Now, try and get some sleep while I work on this lock."

"What do you plan to do? Pick the lock with a bone?"

"No further questions. Just try and relax." Jack said.

I rolled my eyes. Like anyone could sleep after that. But I did sit down. My hands were shaking. Why did they recognize me? How could they know me? I shook my head and stood up.

I walked over to the gap in the wall. The moon was currently covered by clouds. Moonlight. Koehler's hand turned to skeleton in moonlight. My head was starting to hurt. I looked down at the Black Pearl in the harbor. Strangely enough it was turning away from Port Royal.

They must've gotten what they wanted. I turned around and sat back down on the stone step. Jack was focused on the lock. What a strange man. Eventually I lay down on the stone and tried to sleep. It took hours but when I finally drifted off I had nightmares.