Jack Sparrow and his Delia - Part I - Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter Two - Jack Sparrow

That night Delia looked out from her Juliet balcony, to see fog settle on the coast line. Something felt different about it though. It was eerier than normal.

"Terrible weather out there, Miss." One of her maids came through the doorway to sit down a fleshy prepared bed warmer in her bed. "I'm just glad you weren't the one to fall off the edge of the port."

In a daze she answered. "Yes the weath- Wait what?"

"Didn't you hear Miss Swan fell off the Port and was rescued by a man, who apparently is a pirate."

A Pirate!

"But don't worry miss, he is locked in a cell down at the port now. So you can sleep soundly."

"Oh I see." I tried to act concerned instead of intrigued. "The poor thing."

"Yes Miss. Well your bed is ready. Do you need help with your dress?

"No thank you"

"Ok Miss Williams. Good night." She walked out and closed the door quietly.

Delia snuck down the stairs to hear that her mother wasn't anywhere to be found. So she slid to the door that was unlocked thankfully.

The air was chilly. Thankfully she hadn't gotten into her night gown yet and it still is the dress she wore at the ceremony which kept her slightly more warm.

She finally reached the jail without being spotted by any of the guards and marines.

She walked slowly down the narrow staircase to make sure no noises were made. Her instincts told her that the man she was looking for was one allowed in his cell.

As she approached the cell she spoke softly as she did not draw too much attention to herself from the other men in the cells nearby. "Excuse Me?"

The man lifted his head and positioned his hat so he could see.

"Are you the man who saved Elizabeth Swan?"

Once Jack saw a beautiful figure of a young woman standing there, he took his hat off completely, got up and walked over to where she stood. "Aye."

Through the bars the moon light could still come through enough to see her clearly. She was gorgeous. Dressed in a blue dress with her light brown hair flowing down in effortless   beach swept waves. Probably from being taken out of an up-do of sorts. Her skin is a light tan. She was definitely blessed with good genetics. But her eyes - Piercing, deep blue eyes illuminated by the moon, suggested that she was much more than just a pretty face, she held knowledge inside.

"Well seeing as you are a pirate, I was hoping I could talk to you."

Now it was her turn to look at the man.

He had captivating dark eyes, which seem to be filled with wisdom. A devilish half smile plastered on his face. He was definitely a handsome sort. In a strong yet gentle way. Not to mention he wasn't wearing a uniform or wig.

Instead he was wearing a worn-in shirt and trousers with a slash he used as a belt and brown cuffed boots with a slight heel. His hair was placed in long ruff dreadlocks with multiple trinkets tied within. And a red bandana wrapped around his head.

He gazed at her. "What would you want with a Pirate?"

A soft smile on her lips. "I was wondering if you knew anything of the Blue Crest?"

"The Blue Crest?" Jack questioned

"My Father was her Captain."

Jack's expression changes to one of knowing. And turned to the cell window. "Mitch Williams. The Captain of the Blue Crest." He pondered. "Yeah I knew him, a good friend of mine.

"Yeah. Sorry to say but he passed away years ago." She quickly asked. "Please, if you know how, don't tell me."

He walked back toward Bell. "Mum doesn't tell you much?"

"No. I don't believe she ever knew her husband was a pirate."

"Hmmm." He hummed. "What's your name, Love?"

"Cordelia. Cordelia Williams. But please call me Delia. That's what he used to call me."

Jack put his hand through the bars. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Call me Jack."

"The Captain Jack Sparrow?" Delia said excitedly. "I've heard all the stories." He was practically a pirate legend.

"The one and only. I sailed with your dad when I was young. It's good to know someone who knows who I am and doesn't want to kill me." He smiled. "unless this is a trap?" He questioned jokily.

She laughed slightly. "Nope, it's just me. No guards."

"Have you ever thought of following in his footsteps?"

"Yes. I want to get away from Port Royal as soon as I can."

"What's stopping you then?"

"Well everytime I try to escape I somehow get captured by Ma-"

"No, no, no, Love. I mean becoming a pirate." Jack had a glint in his eyes as he suggested the idea.

"Well..... If I'm being honest. I would love to but it is kind of hard when you can't even get on a ship without someone getting you in trouble, because women apparently can't be on the ship." Delia rolled her eyes at the fact.

"It's in your blood, Love." He remarked.

"Thank god. I would much rather be a pirate and have freedom than having to stay inside all day waiting around for some man." She smiled at what she said next. "And it would explain why I'm in love with the sea and moon, as well as getting whatever I please. Plus me being able Persuade anyone I chose and can fight with a sword like it's second nature."

"Ah, let me guess, you're not supposed to be down are you and no one knows." Jack was intrigued by what she was saying.

"Of course not. Are you kidding?" She smirked.

Suddenly a loud explosion came outside the jail.

"I know those cannons. The Black Pearl." He whispered.

The mens next to Jack cell perked up. "I've heard stories. Apparently that ship leaves no survivors."

"No survivors?" I questioned. "I wonder how you heard of it then."

"Aye." Jack said. He turns back to Delia with a sort of protective facial expression. "You should go now, Love. It's not that safe down here. Don't let anyone know you spoke to me alright."

"Of course. Thank you Jack." She walked to the staircase.

"Delia."

"Yes?"

"I really think you should become a pirate. You seem to have real potential."

"Don't worry. I'll find a way to." She winked at Jack and rushed out of the jail.