Hey guys! This will be my first POTC fanfic. I hope you enjoy!

…JACK'S POV…

A fine summer's day on the coast of Spain… and I was hiding up in a palm tree. Copper skinned Spaniards walked beneath me, but I took no notice. No, I was focused completely on the beauty by the docks. Aye, she was a fine one. She was sleek, large, and very well equipped… I'm sorry, did you think I meant a lady? No, I was speaking of the Crystal Shard, the finest, fastest ship in the whole Pacific, next to my beloved Black Pearl. And she was soon to be mine.

I suppose I ought to introduce myself. My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, most feared pirate on the seven seas. Or most laughed at, I'm not picky. I was the captain of the most magnificent, most feared vessel ever to sail the seas: the Black Pearl. However, my beloved Pearl had been taken by Frederick Barbossa, and I hadn't had a ship or crew in more than a month. I knew that now, if I took the Crystal Shard and acquired a decent crew- or indecent, like I said, I'm not picky- I could find the Black Pearl again and take her back.

Now, the ship. Like I said, she was going to be mine. I'd have her by now, if it weren't for the damn guards that were watching it. The Crystal Shard was unfortunately the King's favorite ship as well, which would make taking it tricky. Tricky, but not impossible. After all, I was Captain Jack Sparrow.

Stealthily, I shimmied my way down the palm's trunk and dove into a clump of bushes just as a guard strolled past. When he was gone, I poked my head out from the leaves and then stood up. I made my way down the crowded wharf and onto the docks. I was immediately met by a pair of guards. The one on the right was rather fat, while the left was incredibly skinny. They looked very comical, standing next to each other, that I had to stifle a laugh. Instead, I fixed them with my signature smirking grin and made to pass them. They didn't budge one inch. My right hand flicked over my sword but neither guard noticed.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I am on a very tight schedule. Now, if you would just be so kind to let me pass…" I trailed off and took a step closer to the Crystal Shard only to be halted a moment later as the guards raised their rifles.

"Now, now, gentlemen, no need to be hasty!" I said in a theatrically pleading voice. My hand right hand flickered over my sword again and this time, the right-side guard's eyes followed it warily; the other still took no notice. Then, as if the truth had fallen from like a coconut from one of the palm trees, the sentries' expressions shifted from hostility to recognition.

"I know you… You're the pirate on the wanted poster! You're Jack Sparrow!" The fat guard lowered his rifle and raised one fat arm to point over my shoulder. I didn't even have to glance back to know what he was indicating; I was wanted by every monarch in every country and Spain was no exception.

"Captain Jack Sparrow! Why does everybody always forget the Captain?" I exclaimed, allowing my hand to flicker over my sword again. This time, they both saw; the fat one's eyes widened and the scrawny one's knees began to tremble with fear. Fucking cowards…. I thought with a smirk. The sea breeze blew against my dreadlocked hair and I sighed.

"Now that we know my name, will you be so kind as to let me through?" I asked, growing rather impatient with the whole situation. The two guard's exchanged glances, then raised their weapons again.

"No," the fat man replied. There was still a tremble in his voice, but it was more firm than before. I sighed again.

"I really didn't want to do this…" Quick as lightning, my sword was in my hand. Both men backed off immediately, eyes wide with fear.

"Now can I pass?" I asked, brandishing the sword in a lazy fashion, making sure it flashed just past each of their noses. The skinny man nodded fervently and the big man dropped his gun and stepped aside. I sheathed my blade and walked by them with a theatrical tip of my hat.

"Thank you, gentlemen!" I called as I strolled quickly down the dock to the Crystal Shard. As I walked, I ran my jewel-clad fingers along the sleek wooden side of the ship. I climbed onto the deck and up the mainmast, whilst the idiots below watched with a certain fearful curiosity. I reached the crows' nest and pulled down the Spanish flag, replacing it with the ol' Jolly Roger I'd been carrying in one of my many pockets. I looked down at where the guards were still standing, dumbstruck. I gave a hearty laugh and waved as I swung grandly from a dangling rope. I landed gracefully on the wooden deck and leaped off the side of the deck. The ship was mine. Now all I needed was a crew.

"And I know exactly where to find one." I muttered to myself as I marched purposefully down the dock and into the beautiful city of Madrid. Once inside the gates, I turned right and headed down the back alleyway. Soon enough, I found myself in the backstreets of Madrid. The road and walls were grimy and the buildings filthy… and I loved it here. My favorite place to gather was just down the street: a tiny little bar that could pass for a brothel. In a way, it was one. The bar was exactly like I remembered it from my last visit: drunken men, both seaman and landsmen, half-naked women flinging themselves at drunken men, drunken men flinging themselves at half-naked women… and the beautiful smell of booze. I ordered myself a rum, threw a doubloon on the counter, and leaned in to whisper to the bartender.

"Tell anybody who comes in here that looks like a pirate to find me, eh?" The bartender gave me a knowing grin that revealed his cracked and yellowed teeth.

"Aye, Cap'n Sparrow," he replied. I gave a smirking grin and sauntered over to a table in a darkened corner to enjoy my drink. I lost count of how many times a drunken lady stumbled over to my table, babbling and the like. Each time I turned them away with a wink and a grin.

By midnight, a small crowd had gathered around my table. These were my new crewmates. Through the haze that was brought by the five rums I'd consumed, I couldn't remember their names, not that I'd be able to recall if I were sober. The only one I could remember was Gibbs, who'd been on my crew on the Black Pearl before I lost her. His pudgy face was red with beer and his eyes were glassy. I knew he'd consumed one too many drinks that evening.

"Lads, you are now employed on the crew of the led by me- Captain Jack Sparrow!" I announced with a smirk. A cheer went up from the men that had gathered around me. I staggered to my feet and led my new crew through the streets and out onto the dock. They all beheld my new ship, which had remained untouched, with an air of awestruck wonder. Once we were all aboard, I climbed up to the top deck and faced my crewmates, a triumphant grin spread across my face.

"Welcome aboard the Crystal Shard!" I shouted; my cry was met by an uproar of cheering from the men below.

"Weigh anchor! Prepare to cast off!" Gibbs had taken his rightful place as my first mate and had taken to his position like a fish- or pirate- to water. Soon, the sails were hoisted and the Crystal Shard set sail over the glassy ocean, the surface of the water reflecting the countless stars that sparkled in the sky above us.

I hope this is 'piratey' enough for you guys... In order to try to get some of Jack Sparrow's personality in here, I listened to the main song in the movies over and over and over and over... and, well, you get the picture. Enjoy, my lovelies! Oh, and the next chapter for A Nightmare Come True will be posted shortly.