Disclaimer: Jen and I do not own Disney, therefore do not own Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest or Curse of the Black Pearl. We do not own Captain Jack Sparrow either, although we both wish we did. If we did, there would be no movie, and no use in fan fiction. Enjoy.
NOTE- This is after Dead Man's Chest! Spoilers will be in here!
Pirates of the Caribbean: Overcoming Complications
Chapter One
"Miss Rae, I think there be somethin' ye be wantin' a look at..." a rugged pirate awoke his captain.
"Wh...huh...hm?"
"A wreckage...lots of blood...and a body."
"What?" Rae jumped out of bed, "check if there are any survivors and find out what happened!"
"Well, ye see, there's just the one...uh...body. Jacob is trying to revive the man."
Rae and her subordinate walked out on deck, where a few pirates stood around an unconscious man. He was bloodied and covered in a thick layer of what appeared to be slime. A younger pirate, Jacob, knelt by the man.
"Carly!" Rae shouted. The men moved aside for her to step forward and speak to the other female pirate on board.
Carly stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at the man. "Aye?"
"Clean 'im up, see if he has any injuries or infections. Also, find out his name and whatever else you can about the wreckage."
"Of course he's got injuries, where do ye think all the blood came from?"
"Just do as I say."
"And how am I to find out his name? He's unconscious."
"Carly," Rae warned.
Carly rolled her eyes and helped Jacob carry the man below deck.
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Elizabeth and Will sat in silence on the ship that would ultimately lead them to Jack. Jack was the reason for their silence.
Elizabeth felt guilty for many reasons and on multiple levels and Will was angry. Neither knew the other's emotions or motive, and neither wanted to speak, so the silence continued.
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Jacob helped Carly remove the unconscious man's shirt and vest with difficulty. The slime was thick and acting like glue, making the shirt and vest stick to the man's body. Carly looked over his various scars from previous battles, a little shocked. She cleaned the slime and blood off of the man with a cloth and then examined his many wounds. They were quite small, as if he'd been stabbed by many needles.
"He's probably got wounds like these on his legs as well. Guess we should take his pants off."
"Carly!" Jacob scolded her. She laughed and began to clean his wounds.
The man stirred, "Licky, licky..."
Carly jumped back from the man, who still had some slime in his hair. "What?"
He opened his eyes, "Are they gone?"
"Is who gone, sir?" Jacob asked.
"The bloody cannibals…" he looked down at his bare chest, and then he looked up and saw Carly kneeling beside him. "What're you doing? Where am I?"
"The Contentious. My ship," Rae spoke, climbing down from above deck.
The man just gave them a blank stare.
"We found you in a wreckage." Jacob clarified.
"The Pearl..." he said, nearly in a whisper.
"What's your name?" Carly asked.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Unfortunately Mr. Sparrow, you are no longer Captain. Your ship is gone." Carly informed him.
"Where do ye keep the rum, young missy?" Jack asked Carly.
"You shall get no rum until we know what happened here." Rae spoke.
"You can't deprive a man of rum, Rae, he's been through enough from the looks of it." Carly said.
"I'm not depriving, I'm simply withholding. What happened?" she asked him.
"You're askin' the wrong pirate, miss..." Jack paused.
"Rae. Captain Rae."
"Aye, Cap'n Rae."
"Do ye not know what happened to you and your ship?" Jacob questioned.
"I do not..." he got a thoughtful look, "What is it that keys do?"
Rae looked at Carly, confused. "Get him somethin' to drink, eh."
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"He's not here."
"Ye be tellin' me that Jack Sparrow got away? The Kraken got him!"
"Eh...the Kraken seems to be no more..."
"Jack Sparrow killed the Kraken? That's not possible."
"Not exactly...he more...cut his way out."
"Damn ye, Jack Sparrow."
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Jack and Carly sat together, drinking their rum and getting to know each other.
"Well dear, you know my name, but I have yet to learn yours."
"Carly. I've heard of you, Captain Sparrow. So has Rae, but as long as she's on her ship, she has a superiority complex."
"Carly," he took a swig of rum, "how long have ye been a pirate?"
"Long enough."
"Aye, mystery woman." He watched Carly gracefully take a massive gulp of rum. "It seems to me that you've seen me without my shirt, but I have yet to see y – "
"You may be able to woo other girls simply with your rugged, hero-like qualities and battle scars, but you'll have to try a bit harder than that with me. I hardly know you."
"You know me. You know me, I know you, no one's a stranger here and since I see you've taken a liking to me I thought perhaps we should get to know each other better. You clean my wounds, I clean yours, we're square." He smiled romantically at her.
"I haven't got any wounds."
"Well I wouldn't know that now would I? I hardly know you."
"Are you contradicting yourself on purpose or have you completely lost your mind?"
"A little of both, darling."
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"Barbossa...why would you agree to save the man who killed you?" Will questioned.
"Aye lad, it sounds as if ye don't trust me."
"You wanted me dead."
"True, I did. I wanted my freedom, which now I have, on one condition."
"What's that?"
"The return of your beloved Sparrow. But he's not, is he?"
"What?"
"Beloved. You don't seem to have a liking for him. I see that, it's in your eyes."
Will looked away in shame and fury.
"That look. That's it. Every time his name is mentioned or...when Miss Swann is around."
Will hated it, but Barbossa was the only one who understood--understood his betrayal.
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"I do believe this is the perfect bargaining chip," Beckett smiled at the ex-commodore.
"Perfect to put an end to piracy."
"More than that, James. With this, England shall control trade and market throughout the entire world. Therefore we shall be the most powerful country to have ever been, and I shall be the richest man alive."
"Does this mean I can have my job back?"
"Something along those lines...but first, you must help me find someone..."
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"Barbossa..." Elizabeth burst into his cabin.
"Captain, missy. Have a little respect."
"Captain," she mocked, "I think we have trouble..."
"What?"
"There are white sails on the horizon."
Author's Note- I hope you like this, I truly did enjoy writing this. This is Rachel, by the way. You have Jen to thank for much of the Carly-ness, as well as some of Jack's stuff. Reviews would be nice, but I've decided not to beg for them. This shall be continued soon. I'm very excited and I can't wait for DMC to come out on DVD (November 1st, my birthday is the 4th). :-) Rachel