What if your best friend was THE Captain Jack Sparrow? What if you fell for him? What if love was the one thing that drove you insane?
Catalina Perez had grown up with Jack Sparrow and had fallen for him more and more everyday. When he goes missing...
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3rd Person's POV
On the docks, a disheveled, motley and weather-beaten group of about a dozen swabs stand in a ragged line-up.
"Feast your eyes, Cap'n. All of 'em good sea-faring men, faithful hands before the mast, every one worth their salt and crazy, to boot." Gibbs says as he stands by a line of men.
Jack holds up a hand as if saying enough. He moves down the line, Gibbs at his side. One sailor is quite fat, another thin and sickly. Jack is not happy with his choices.
Will frowns looking at the men, "So this is your able bodied crew?"
Jack ignores Will and squints his eyes looking at the men. He stops in front a short sailor with a large, colorful parrot on his shoulder. Jack raises an eyebrow.
"Sailor, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true, in the face of danger, and almost certain death?"
The sailor looks scared and yet says nothing. Jack gets antsy and shakes his head.
"Answer me sailor!"
"Captain, Cotton here is mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out." Gibbs sighs.
Cotton opens his mouth to show his stub of a tongue making Will gag and Jack grimace. Jack looks at the parrot on his shoulder and smirks.
"Mr. Cotton's parrot... same question."
Will looks at Jack in disbelief, "Jack its a parrot. It's not going to answe-"
Cotton lifts the parrot off his shoulder, "Wind in your sails! Wind in your sails!"
"We've mostly gathered that means yes." Gibbs smiles.
Cotton nods vigorously, lowers the parrot, and it goes silent. Jack nods his head. Steps back.
"Course it does. Satisfied?" Jack whispers to Will.
"Well you've proven they're mad."
Jack turns towards the crew, once again ignoring Will, "That goes for the rest of you! Danger and near certain death. For we are to sail for the Isla de Muerta, to rescue the daughter of Governor Swann. An equal share of the reward shall be-"
Jack hears movement, looks back. Several potential crew members back away in fright; first one, then another, turn and run, followed by more.
Soon just a half dozen are left.
Will groans, "Shut up, before you lose them all!"
"These are the only ones worth having," Jack glances at the sky, "And we're going to need them—"
"And what's the benefit for us?"
Jack turns as he notices AnaMaria in line, dressed like a man. He raises an eyebrow then pulls her hat off. Suddenly his head swings to the side and his cheek stings.
