The Bend to Rue (Jack Sparrow fanfic)

this is something I wrote a few years ago. It's a Jack Sparrow fanfic. I won't put it on hold, because again, I've already written it. I might tweak a few things from my notebook, but again, it's written. I would like to know what people think so please please PLEASE comment and vote!! I would really appreciate it. And my other stuff isn't goin anywhere. I'm still going to upload, but I need to reboot and rethink a few things. Also, this is just a set up. let me know if you'd like the next chapter. If I get even one comment I'll upload the next chapter and that one has more action. :)

My eyes scanned the beautiful room. I could see the relics of old, from one shot pistols, to fighting swords- such as rapiers and beautiful showing swords people use for coronations and other such ceremonies. This room was one that would be found in a museum... Well looky that. That's where I am.

I was in a museum for a class field trip. We were touring it because it went with what we were studying, which was the "new world", and all of its dangers back then, from pirates, to natives trying to take back the land and such (you can tell how well I paid attention).

I was, however, fascinated by one thing, a pirate's bones that had scraps of clothes and some hair left. The effects like the sword, daggers, and pistols, had been removed and put in another display case. He'd come from the bahamas. The hair had things weaved through it and a stand that said he'd been found with a locket weaved through his fingers. The locket was in yet another display case, it was old and rusted from the salt and sea. The picture in it was just as old and faded, but you could tell it was a young lady, early twenties to late teens. Her keen eyes were the only features that remained sharp despite the passing of time.

It captivated me like no other thing I've ever seen. It ended up  taking my time and friends to get me moving to the bus. "Sorry." I said, still a little captivated. Not even the new guys humming could snap me out of it.

"What's up with you?" Asked my best friend, Jamie.

"That- that locket. It must've been important to him... for him to've died with it in his hands."

"Honey, he was a pirate, it was probably very valuable back then. Which means he was probably-"

"Don't even say 'robbed and died' because they would've pried the locket from his fingers as they lost their warmth, as the light of life dimmed from his eyes until they were just blank..staring...orbs... Plus, the plaque said they were an old man's bones."

Jamie just stared at me with wide eyes. "You're freaky when you switch emotions like that." I rolled my eyes at her.

"And you have no taste for the dramatic."

"Oh! Girl, I know you did not just go there!"

"Girl, I just did!" we 'Z' snapped eachother and laughed.

When I got to my house, I tried to get the pirate out of my head, but try as I might, I couldn't help but wonder how or why or when he lived and got that locket. I wondered if his lady gave it to hiim as a token to remember her by? "Hey Jamie?"

"Yeah?" She called from the kitchen, her head in my fridge.

"Didn't you just eat?- Nevermind, I don't care. What do you think happened to that pirate guy?"

"I 'unno." She shrugged, her mouth full of chicken. "I 'on' air."

I lowered my eyebrows at her and stuck my lip out a bit, you know in a , to give her a "What?" look. I took her chicken and attempted to eat the rest of it myself. "I love this chicken." I cooed, savoring the taste of it.

"Then get your own- this is mine!" She yelped taking it back. I gave hera big puppy look. "Girl, I invented that look!" She smirked, eating another piece. "Mmm.. so good!"

"Ur feet stink." She snorted.

"Go turn your green eyed puppy stare somewhere else cuz I bought this chicken for me. "

"Fine." I pouted, crossing my arms.

"What're we doing tomorrow?"

"Another field trip."

"Where?"

"I think we're going to finish the museum." I said, sitting on the couch.

"Goody." She rolled her eyes and sat on the couch beside me, offering me a piece of chicken.

"YAY! Thanks!" I managed to say before cramming it into my mouth.

"Your birthday's coming up isn't it?"

"Yup, tomorrow."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"You gonna skip?"

"Thinking about going to the beach after school."

"After?!"

"I'm to much of a goody- goody to skip."

"Yeah..True."

"Shut up." We stuck our tongues out at each other.