Disclaimer: This story is derived from a story created by Chantal Holm (Celebring) and Tatiana Dickson (Russhingirl). That story is in turn based on a story by those people who wrote Pirates of the Caribbean. Enjoy!
Note: This story happens somewhere in the middle of the second movie. I think. And I haven’t seen the third one yet.
Chapter One:
Capitan Zackary Sparrow spun the wheel expertly, steering the ship smoothly into port. “Where to after this Capn’?” He said, scratching his ear. His twin brother Capitan Mackenzie Sparrow looked up from his maps. “Depends Capn’, we’re here looking for our brother, so hopefully we can find him and check the compass he’s got. We need to know where your soul is before we can get it back you know.” Zack’s grin dimmed slightly. “Oh right. Jack.” He looked back at the shore. “Well, if he’s anywhere ashore, it’s Tortouga.” Mack scanned the other ships at port. “Look!” He motioned frantically with his hook at a ship. “The Pearl’s here!” Zack glanced at the ship enviously. “If the Black Pearl’s here, that means our dearest brother is too.” He grinned evilly. “Unless of course the great pirate has been pirated. Or viciously mutinied upon. Again.” But his grin quickly faded into a jealous scowl as he examined the fine workmanship of the Pearl. “But why did Jack get the nice ship?” He muttered bitterly to himself. But at least with his and Mack’s ship nobody ever tried to pirate them, and they didn’t need a crew on the small ship. You had to feed a crew, and split your hard earned plunder with them. And they always wanted some of his rum. But he did wish the Green Clam were a bit nicer. And less ugly. At least it was fast. He steered back out to sea. Now to The Cove. The Cove was a small sheltered cove (Well duh) in the cliffs near Tortouga. It wasn’t visible at all from land or sea, and it was too small for most ships. But not The Clam. He steered expertly into The Cove. “Drop the anchor!” His younger twin brother obliged. Zack picked up a heavy chain and padlock then chained the wheel to a post. He slipped the key onto a string and put it around his neck. Mack locked up the cabin and storage. “We need more rum,” he said turning to Zack. Zack turned around and raised one eyebrow very high. “Last time I checked we had plenty.” Mack looked shocked. “But we might be going on a long journey. And as pirates, we can never have too much rum.” Zack nodded. “Good call. We’ll have to steal some. Now let’s get this longboat lowered.”
Hopefully I'll have pics of Zack and Mack Sparrow soon I drew them, and I have to get them scanned.
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