Well, I've finally gotten the time to work on this! I've updated and
changed some of the story so you'll probably want to read all the way
through, even if you've already read it. I did the most changes for Ch. 4,
5, 6, and 7. Yup! And I added a bit on too! I'm going to try and update
this more often. I'm in my second semester of college now, things were just
too hectic to update until now. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this! Review if ya
want, 'cause I like them reviews!
Ch. 1
Captain Jack Sparrow hurled himself at the deck of his ship, the Black Pearl, clawing and scratching wildly. Chunks of rotted wood flew. About five minutes into his pursuit, he located his prize.
"Ah HA!" He yelled. He held up his victim, his pinky finger daintily extended. It was a dirty, white grub, which had been busy burrowing itself in the deck
Jack leapt up, a bit clumsily, practically skipped to the edge of the boat, and dropped the small creature into the foaming water below. With a smug smile on his face, he sauntered back to his patch of rotted timber and began to search for a bottle of rum he had left there. Such success deserved a celebratory swig.
Several members of Captain Sparrow's crew watched in concerned silence. Ana Maria let out a short, rather irritated laugh. "He's been at this all afternoon. He digs around until he finds one of those little wood buggers, hurls it out to sea, and then heads to the bottle! I think it is time I had a bit of a talk with our Mr. Sparrow." She leapt off the bridge where she had been standing, and walked purposefully over to Jack, who had returned to the edge of the ship and was staring over the side, looking rather melancholy.
When he heard Ana's footsteps, he turned and spoke. "Those poor little fellows really didn't even have a chance. I don't suppose they can swim very well. Ah..well actually, they really can't do much at all but sort of sit there and squirm about." He turned his sad eyes back to the water.
Irritated as she was, Ana found this rather amusing. This pirate was incapable of hurting a fly.
Remembering her purpose, she began her verbal abuse. "Jack, you must face it! The Pearl is falling to pieces! While you are up here digging for worms, we are draining the pond that has taken up below deck! The only thing holding this ship together was that curse, and unless you've got another one stashed in that fancy coat of yours, we're going to have to make anchor somewhere real soon, before this bloody bag of bones goes under!"
Jack turned and stared at her as she finished. An entire afternoon of rum, sun, and grub-hunting had made him a bit unfocused. He blinked. "First of all, it's Captain Jack to you, darling, and second, do you really think the coat is fancy?"
Ana Maria's eyes narrowed in fury. Jack cringed and tried to look concentrated on what was happening on the sea below him. She started again. "Look around you, JACK", she growled, gesturing to the site of Jack's recent excavations. "This boat is as pitted and rotted as an old mango! Our new sails are good for nothing! Before this boat came back to you, it was carried by some evil wind from hell, and it was endowed with its speed by the devil! But now it is nothing! Any boat in the Caribbean could out sail the Pearl!"
At this, Jack just turned and gazed behind his ship, at the foaming wake. Ana Maria's anger quickly changed to confusion. "What is it now? Are you not listening to me? What are you staring back there for?" She lowered her gaze to match Jack's.
He turned to her, eyes wide. "You're quite right. The Pearl is just a shadow of what she used to be."
Ana Maria softened at the sad look in his brown eyes, and was ready to forgive him as she saw him staring tranquilly at the expanse of sea behind them...perhaps he was thinking of the past, how things had changed so much, what he had left behind...
"What is it Jack?" She asked gently
"You see, love, how clear and bright it is back there?" he gestured to the stretch of sea behind them.
"Aye?" She said in curiosity.
" I dearly miss that large, dismal cloud of fog and smoke that used to trail behind the Pearl when she was cursed. It was really very intimidating." Before Ana could take in what he had said, he leapt up and started scrambling clumsily up the riggings. He was quite high before he heard the yell of anger behind him.
"What, were you expecting something deep, missy?" He laughed. "I'd need a couple more swigs of rum first! I'm infinitely more profound when I'm drunk!" He settled himself contently among the sails, and after checking to make sure that Ana had decided not to give chase (she had, in fact, proceeded below the decks, muttering a string of colorful words.) he gazed happily out at the sea.
He did have a plan. He pulled a small, frilly piece of paper out of the depths of his jacket. It was an invitation, a wedding invitation sent from Will and Elizabeth, via Mr. Cotton's parrot. The Pearl would again taint the waters of Port Royal. She would be repaired and improved, and her captain would have the opportunity to spend a whole day and night drinking rum, laughing, and seducing poor young noblewomen. Jack chuckled to himself. "I love weddings.."
Ch. 1
Captain Jack Sparrow hurled himself at the deck of his ship, the Black Pearl, clawing and scratching wildly. Chunks of rotted wood flew. About five minutes into his pursuit, he located his prize.
"Ah HA!" He yelled. He held up his victim, his pinky finger daintily extended. It was a dirty, white grub, which had been busy burrowing itself in the deck
Jack leapt up, a bit clumsily, practically skipped to the edge of the boat, and dropped the small creature into the foaming water below. With a smug smile on his face, he sauntered back to his patch of rotted timber and began to search for a bottle of rum he had left there. Such success deserved a celebratory swig.
Several members of Captain Sparrow's crew watched in concerned silence. Ana Maria let out a short, rather irritated laugh. "He's been at this all afternoon. He digs around until he finds one of those little wood buggers, hurls it out to sea, and then heads to the bottle! I think it is time I had a bit of a talk with our Mr. Sparrow." She leapt off the bridge where she had been standing, and walked purposefully over to Jack, who had returned to the edge of the ship and was staring over the side, looking rather melancholy.
When he heard Ana's footsteps, he turned and spoke. "Those poor little fellows really didn't even have a chance. I don't suppose they can swim very well. Ah..well actually, they really can't do much at all but sort of sit there and squirm about." He turned his sad eyes back to the water.
Irritated as she was, Ana found this rather amusing. This pirate was incapable of hurting a fly.
Remembering her purpose, she began her verbal abuse. "Jack, you must face it! The Pearl is falling to pieces! While you are up here digging for worms, we are draining the pond that has taken up below deck! The only thing holding this ship together was that curse, and unless you've got another one stashed in that fancy coat of yours, we're going to have to make anchor somewhere real soon, before this bloody bag of bones goes under!"
Jack turned and stared at her as she finished. An entire afternoon of rum, sun, and grub-hunting had made him a bit unfocused. He blinked. "First of all, it's Captain Jack to you, darling, and second, do you really think the coat is fancy?"
Ana Maria's eyes narrowed in fury. Jack cringed and tried to look concentrated on what was happening on the sea below him. She started again. "Look around you, JACK", she growled, gesturing to the site of Jack's recent excavations. "This boat is as pitted and rotted as an old mango! Our new sails are good for nothing! Before this boat came back to you, it was carried by some evil wind from hell, and it was endowed with its speed by the devil! But now it is nothing! Any boat in the Caribbean could out sail the Pearl!"
At this, Jack just turned and gazed behind his ship, at the foaming wake. Ana Maria's anger quickly changed to confusion. "What is it now? Are you not listening to me? What are you staring back there for?" She lowered her gaze to match Jack's.
He turned to her, eyes wide. "You're quite right. The Pearl is just a shadow of what she used to be."
Ana Maria softened at the sad look in his brown eyes, and was ready to forgive him as she saw him staring tranquilly at the expanse of sea behind them...perhaps he was thinking of the past, how things had changed so much, what he had left behind...
"What is it Jack?" She asked gently
"You see, love, how clear and bright it is back there?" he gestured to the stretch of sea behind them.
"Aye?" She said in curiosity.
" I dearly miss that large, dismal cloud of fog and smoke that used to trail behind the Pearl when she was cursed. It was really very intimidating." Before Ana could take in what he had said, he leapt up and started scrambling clumsily up the riggings. He was quite high before he heard the yell of anger behind him.
"What, were you expecting something deep, missy?" He laughed. "I'd need a couple more swigs of rum first! I'm infinitely more profound when I'm drunk!" He settled himself contently among the sails, and after checking to make sure that Ana had decided not to give chase (she had, in fact, proceeded below the decks, muttering a string of colorful words.) he gazed happily out at the sea.
He did have a plan. He pulled a small, frilly piece of paper out of the depths of his jacket. It was an invitation, a wedding invitation sent from Will and Elizabeth, via Mr. Cotton's parrot. The Pearl would again taint the waters of Port Royal. She would be repaired and improved, and her captain would have the opportunity to spend a whole day and night drinking rum, laughing, and seducing poor young noblewomen. Jack chuckled to himself. "I love weddings.."