Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their original characters, so I tried calling Jerry Bruckheimer and asked if I could own Jack. He said no. XD
I walked to the busiest dock on Tortuga and looked at the ships and workers. I observed the most unique one. I let my eyes travel to the name engraved and painted on the side. The Black Pearl.
I gulped. So the crazy woman was right. I was going to see my kin soon… my father.
I did not know he knew I was werecat. I didn't know if he would even remember me.
Here's what happened. Jack, my dad, got into a huge fight with my mum when he was drunk. He 'accidentally' shot her, and of course, she died from the wound. Dad never forgave himself. He was clearly devastated by the loss and I did all I could to comfort him. Then he left home. I thought he was going to be gone for good. He only came back once years after the incident. Now.
"Deep breaths," I thought to myself as I walked forward toward the ship. Since the water along the island was shallow, the dock was unusually long. As I strutted towards the ship I took off the ragged hat letting my hair fall down. I smirked as most of the men I had talked to before let out gasps. They always thought I was boy.
I wiped the dirt off my face and pulled up my sleeves letting my tattoo show. My only proof that we were related rested on my right arm.
I gulped again and ran up the plank. I went over to the room I knew he had lived in for so long. Knocking on the door, it was all I could to keep from fainting. I heard two voices from inside. They were both so familiar. One belonged, of course, to Jack. The other sounded like it was Jack's ol' pal Mr. Gibbs. I had to see faces to remember.
Neither of them noticed I knocked so I threw the door open and casually walked in. They both turned to look at me. Yes it was father and Gibbs. They both looked the same as before, if not a little older.
I decided to make this meeting easy for me and casual. Playing with people's mind has always been my favorite game. I'm sure I get that from my father.
"Gibbs! Nice to see ye! How've ye been?" I ran over to give him a hug. I cleared my throat, "and Jack." I added with a step back. This was fun. Okay, I know that I should've felt all mushy and start crying but I'm not that kind of girl. I'm tough. I buckle my own boots and everything!
"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," he corrected while staring at me with the who-in-the-blazes-is-this-crazy-girl-and-why-did-she-come-in-here look. I laughed.
"Figures. You haven't changed a bit!"
"Look here, young lass! I don't know who gave you permission to barge into here and I don't know who ye are anyway-"
I cut him off, "Of course you know me, Gibbs! I suppose it has been a few me years, but it's me Eloise! Little Ella!"
I finished with the old nickname they both had given me back in the Good Ol' Days.
"Ella!" Father exclaimed pulling me into a large bear-hug. I screamed.
"What in the blazes-" Gibbs yelled startled. I pointed to the thing hanging off Jack's belt. It looked like… a HEAD!
"Don't be startled, El! It's just my mother!"
"What happened to her?"
Jack's expressions were so easy to read this was the strange flashback look.
"He don't like to talk about it," a new voice said coming from the door.
I looked over my shoulder. An older man wearing a hat with a big feather in it was in the doorway.
"Get out of here! We don't like your kind here!"
"Barbossa! What are you babbling about this time?" Jack addressed the man.
I turned around so I could examine the man better. Jack and Gibbs were tall and looked over my shoulder at this Barbossa guy.
"You have no right to talk to her like that!" Jack defended me.
"Jack, she's cursed!"
"With good looks!" Jack smiled ruffling my hair.
"Lower your view," Barbossa smirked. I stared at him wide-eyed as Jack and Gibbs both looked me in the bottom. They both gasped and I sighed in defeat.
I turned around and sat down on the ground and crossed my legs at the ankle with my legs straight in front of me.
I thought I had my tail tucked in but it seemed to have ripped a hole in my pants and stuck in plain sight. Great. Was it maybe better they knew? No secrets at all? This Barbossa guy… he didn't seem to want me in the way. I didn't know what lied ahead. The words of the gypsy rang in my head. Danger. Romance. What should I do?
I uncrossed my legs and stood up. I fell back down, however, in a faint. My mind was too busy and my body couldn't take it. I remember someone catching me as I fell down. I think it was Barbossa….
