PotC: The Legend of Bootstrap Bill Turner

Renee and I are co-writing this one. This is the sequel to Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. We don't know Johnny Depp, or Orli. We have nothing to do with Pirates or Disney. This is a figment of our overactive imagination, nothing more, nothing less, we own absolutely nothing....if ONLY we could be the writers for a sequel....*SIGH* Renee and I would cast ourselves. And, yes, I would be Johnny's love interest. *evil grin* On with the story!!!

-Rayvin-

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Pirates of the Caribbean:
The Legend of Bootstrap Bill Turner

Prologue
by:Rayvin


The parrot sat perched upon the ship's mast, a bright and vibrant contrast to the peeling black beams that made up the Black Pearl. The bird squawked and spread its wings wide, as if stretching from a lengthy rest. "Port Royale! We be here!" It said, before taking flight and landing upon a pirate's shoulder. It's master was a mute by the name of Cotton, who's had the misfortune of having his tongue cut out, presumably for talking too
much.

The Captain of the ship raised an eybrow from underneath his leather hat, which had been angled over his eyes. "So we are."

The port was bustling with activity; ships coming and going as the Captain of the Pearl looked on through a scope from a safe distance in her hiding place behind a formation of jagged rocks. It was the perfect backdrop for a pirate ship such as herself. The Black Pearl had with her a history. A history none of its crew would dare remember; a history that only one could recall, though he was loathe to try. A history that he would remember to the end of his days.

Captain Jack Sparrow righted his hat, and smirked as he motioned to two of his crewmen. "Prepare a boat!" he ordered as he cast his eyes out to the dock of the port. "I go ashore."

"Jack!" a woman cried behind him. He turned to see disapproval etched across her ebony features. "Alone? What if you get caught?"

He gave her a smile. "You forget one thing, Anamaria," The woman cocked her head and Jack widened his smirk as he drunkenly stepped toward the edge of the boat. "I...am Captain! Jack! Sparrow!"

Anamaria opened her mouth to protest just as Jack jumped from his perch by the wheel. What he didn't realize, or didn't care to take heed of, was the fact that there were ropes spread across the deck of the ship, and he stumbled as he landed. He barely caught himself on the ropes that held the sails in place on the ship, and the crew held their breaths.

"Woo!" Jack cried, raising his arms high into the air after he had caught himself. Jack leaned out over the port side of the ship, keeping a hold on only one of the ropes. He whirled, and spoke to his crew. "If I don't return, keep to the Code. I must find Will Turner. He needs to know what we've found."

"Just be careful, Jack." A patient voice spoke behind him. Jack turned to see a second woman, a little less rough than Anamaria, but just as hard-headed. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing, and was braided and dreadlocked. She had beads of gold and silver braided into her hair, and her eyes were a haunting green, lined darkly above and below with a black paint, making her appear mysterious and dark. Her skin was a honey color, resulting from many long days aboard the Black Pearl. She was a new recruit, one of many new crewmen Jack Sparrow had been blessed with since leaving Elizabeth Swan and Will Turner in Port Royale.

"Raven," Jack spoke with a smile, and stumbled over to her, a spring in his sideways step. He trailed a finger down her cheek, and she blushed minutely. "Come with me, pet?"

The woman squared her shoulders. "As you wish, Captain. Allow me a moment," she replied, and Jack nodded. Raven Black was an assasin, and she travelled nowhere without her weapons. Jack ambled back over to the railing, and tossed his weapons into the dinghy. "Sword....pistol...," Jack pulled the hat off of his head. "hat....coat....," he tossed the compass back to Anamaria and pointed at it. "Watch that well, Ana."

She nodded, right before a strong wave hit the ship. Jack stutter-stepped to the left, then to the right, and finally, as a second wave hit the starboard side of the ship, he was tossed overboard. With a cry, the crew lunged for the side of the Pearl, with cries of "Jack!" and "Captain!" clinging to their lips. Behind them, a door was flung open, and Raven?s demanding voice could be heard from behind the entire crew.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" Her green eyes ran over every crewman, and narrowed when she couldn?t find Jack. "Where is Jack?"

All eyes turned to Raven, and the men flinched under her gaze. A splash was heard in the water below, and Raven flung herself to the side of the ship. Her eyes dragged the blue waters, until she found what she was looking for. About ten yards out was Jack Sparrow, floating on his back in the salty water, his arms crossed over his chest. Jack made a fountain out of himself as he spit the water from his mouth. "I'm 'ere, love. Shall we go?"

Raven smiled. "'Course," she replied before lowering herself, and her weapons, into the boat.

"LOWER THE BOAT!" Anamaria yelled, and the boat was lowered. As soon as the boat touched the water, Jack turned onto his stomach and swam for the boat. Raven offered her hand, and leaned back, trying to balance out the ship?s weight to prevent them from both being dunked underwater as Jack hoisted himself into the boat. He sighed and shook out his hair over the edge of the boat.

"Bloody waves," he muttered as Raven took up an oar and handed him the other. He accepted, and then looked toward the shore. "Well, then. Off to Port Royale we go. Raven,"

Raven glanced at Jack, and he nodded. "Lead on, luv." The woman nodded, and off they went, looking to find a place along the beach to hide their tiny boat so that they might better blend in as they entered Port Royale.

Twenty minutes later Raven and Jack found a place to hide their craft. A small hollow cove off of the shoreline proved the perfect spot, and they crept out slowly. Raven had changed her clothing from a tunic and leggings, to a dress with a black bodice that faded into a maroon skirt. "Not a word, Sparrow. Not one word," she snarled at him as she caught him glancing at her appreciatively. Raven flung up her skirt, and strapped to the inside of her knee by a black garter was her pistol, full of gun powder. Stuffed up her sleeve was a small bag of ammunition. Jack smirked.

"I was only going to say, love, that you look stunning," he shrugged. Raven swept up her hair, and secured it by several clips. Raven checked her reflection in the water and smiled when she had it right. Jack gave her a look, and Raven shrugged.

"I was a proper lady once, Mr. Sparrow. Do keep that in mind," she spoke disapprovingly. The Captain of the Black Pearl marvelled at the transformation before his eyes. No longer stood before him a ruffian, a swashbuckling pirate of the Caribbean, but a woman capable of being wed to Commodore Norrington. She was stunning, and Jack Sparrow felt an odd swelling of pride that he was able to say that she, that this beauty, was a member of his crew. Jack cleared his mind before she caught him watching her. Raven would peel the skin from his bones, if she even guessed he was thinking that. "Come, Jack. We have to find this...Will Turner. And quickly." her British accent shined brightly as she spoke, overriding her tone she took when aboard the Pearl. Jack smiled.

"Well, well. Our Lady Raven is a diamond in the rough," Jack spoke, inching closer to her. "Just glad you're on our side, love," he whispered, extending his arm to the lady. Raven blushed, but accepted. She wiped some of the paint from her eyes, and nodded to Jack.

"Let's go then. We have work to do," with that, the two pirates set off to find Will Turner, the local blacksmith of Port Royale, and by all accounts, the best one the Port had ever had.