Post by Jack Sparrow on Feb 19, 2004 21:05:03 GMT -5
Jack was quite literally born at Sea. The son of a nameless wench in Tortuga, Jack grew up not knowing his parents....or even his true name. He just assumed the name of Jack because it fit him for whatever reason. The last name of Sparrow.....well...that came along a bit later.....
Jack lived mostly under the "care" of a tavern owner named "Ol' Shark." by the time Jack was five he was running errands for Shark and learned a thing or two about fighting from watching the druken fights in the tavern. And learned how to fight....Tortuga was a wild boy's dream. He fought, stole, cheated but most importantly learned to swim. Something, believe it or not, few people knew how to do. But Jack's sharp, if not utterly frank mind decided swimming was a logical talent to have if one was to live in a place surrounded by water. So swim he did....practiced at it for days on end. And swimming brought him to the sea...and from the sea.....to ships.
It seemed only natural that ships and piracy would go hand in hand.....and so it did. Jack seemed to find everything about pirating interesting......and by the time he was fifteen had served on nearly three dozen ships and was now determined to get his own ship...but he was patient.....and waited.
About the time he turned twenty Jack discovered the art of acting.....and he abused it. After "borrowing" some very fancy clothes he dressed himself up as a English lord, put on his best English accenct and went to a shipping yard. There he talked a young and naive ship designer and builder into making him a ship. And not just any ship.
Jack had seen for himself what sort of ships ran best in the open seas...knew exacltly what sort of ships stood up in storms and had taken note of this. He gave the builder very specific orders....and in effect made his ship the fastest, strongest and most lethal ship ever to sail the Caribbean. The builder was willing....and even arranged for Jacks odd request of having black sails.
Now why black sails you might ask. Well.....it's simple. Black sails on the horizon during the day don't stand out much againest a dark sea...and at night they're nearly invisible......all that much easier to sneak up on other ships with. When the ship was finally completed Jack gave the builder about half of what he promised......having stolen this money from his fellow pirates at great risks. He named her the Black Pearl. Why? Well she was his jewel...his sea born jewel.
He left a note saying if the ship held up to his standards the man would get the rest and more. The ship did. And Jack kept his word. The first big treasure that came in went to the builder......and Jack made ready to sail off into the world of piracy on his own ship.
And soon...Jack was a legend...books were written about this famed pirate......but not before he has his share of misfortunes at sea....
After a year or two chasing after a phantom treasure Jack resolved to think things out a bit more....realizing he was getting nowhere. Then......on the way back to Tortuga, he was caught by the British and branded. Jack never forgot that humiliation and killed a number of the Navy's men then burned the town he'd been caught in. As he watched the town blaze bright red on the horizon from the safety of his beloved Pearl, he resolved that he'd never be caught again, and anyone who tried to take his dignity from him again would meet the same fate he had.
The town was forever scarred, branded as Jack had been, and leaving with his own mark. He escaped to the Sea again. Tortuga called him back, and for a while he set up camp there....earning a bad reputation among the ladies.....a very bad one in fact.....
In fact he made the mistake of going for a lady of a merchant sailor who was docked in Tortuga. Jack recieved a shot to the chest, and barely survived to tell the story, laughingly months later. It left him a round scar in his chest, and one hell of a story.
Around this time Jack caught wind of another treasure and went out looking for it. After surviving a storm and coming back the worse for wear...and all but limping into Tortuga's docks, Jack decided a short break was in order.
But trouble doesn't stay away from Jack Sparrow for long. He saw a treasure he couldn't refuse....a priest's daughter. Well....Jack got himself in a lot of trouble for that one and hide out for a month posing as a cleric for the Church of England. Then was promptly driven out of town...escaping with nothing but the clothes on his back and the Black Pearl. That and reputation as a chamer and enemy of the Church. Jack wasn't much a of a religous man...but he certainly believed that day a higher power of some kind helped him escape a almost certain hanging.
But it was about this time he got his last name. Jack had made the "mistake" of sailing through the storm....didn't avoid it, even though he saw it coming. His eyes were on the gold. After relating his story of surviving the storm to Shark the old man laughed. "Yer crazier then a sparrow..." the man had laughed. Jack, confused, asked for a explanation:
"Sparrows are crazy, Jack..." the man explained. "They fly through stroms, toss themselves into the wind and expect to live through it....most of the time they do...but they never stay grounded.....not quite sane like normal critters...." Jack had found his surname and worse it like a brand of honor. He even got a tattoo of it afterwards. ol' Shark saw this and laughed until Jack was sure his belly would explode. "but it suits you mate...it suits you...."
Jack was only in his late twenties when he decided that he'd have to get a bit smarter to gain more gold....so off he sailed to learn a bit more about life at Sea. He visited a few places.....the far East...Africa...places his fellow pirates didn't sail to unless it was to plunder.....
It was worth it.....collecting knowledge and number of talismans, beads and one of a kind objects, he slowly made his way back to his Caribbean waters. Yes.....he'd learnd a lot....and learned enough to make the the British Navy and sailors, pirates and merchants alike to believe he'd signed a deal with the Devil himself. Jack came home...only to be met by the British Royal Navy and get shot once more. Jack lived....yet again, but this time the recovery was harder.
He'd escaped certain death so many times.....and had a way of slipping past the Navy's grasp. His legend grew...and he was only thirty......though that was more years then many pirates saw. He sacked towns under their fort's noses. Without ever firing a shot...and was gone by the first suns rays. He slipped past Navy ships like the wind over the Sea. Jack was not to be caught, not even by Death itself.
There were many enemies to be made on the high seas. Jack didn't seek them out.....but he made them. In a battle over the Black Pearl and another ship, Jack recieved a scar in the name of the love for his ship. A sword slash, running from his wrist to his shoulder on his left arm. Jack bleed for a while...but considered it a wound made by Cupid. It only cemented his love and devotion for the Black Pearl. He'd escaped death once more.
In fact...he was to clever for his own good and bragged about it once he had a bit to much to drink. He was overheard by a certain Barbossa. On this particular day Jack had been feeling rather good about himself....having just won a certain map and compass. Jack's mind was set on finding this elusive island. And go he did.......with the tratior Barbossa aboard.
A day or so before the island was to be found Jack got himself marooned on a island.....the love of his life.......the Black Pearl gone. But he was lucky.....he never got a fair share of that curse that came along with the treasure......it took ten years....but he got the Pearl back and fully intended on keeping it....And he'd also gained a new set of friends. Will Turner, the son of a fellow pirate, Bootstrap Bill Turner, a Governer's daughter, Elizabeth Swann and Commodore Norrington.
On the day of a almost certain hanging Will and Elizabeth defended him, and gave him back his life. He fell back into the Caribbean Sea, to be reunited with his first love. The Black Pearl. Jack liked to brag it was he who matched Turner and Swann.....
A few years later he discovered he had a daughter. Well....the first meeting wasn't exactly a picture perfect moment....Jack discovered his daughter, like the many other females of the Caribbean, developed a habit of slapping him across th face. It was rather amusing but Rose....his daughter, was something Jack could most certainly be proud of. He saw a bit of her mother in her......and his mad brillance.
And if truth be told he loved her more then all the gold in the world.
About this time Barbossa's returned and threatened to throw Sparrow's life into chaos. He almost killed them all.....but all was well, and Will and Elizabeth had two beautiful children. Twins, James and Catherine Turner. Jack, feeling a bit left out, got himself a tattoo of a Rose near his tattoo of a sparrow, and proudly showed it off to anyone who made the mistake of asking. One man in tortuga had gone a bit far though. As Jack proudly displayed his rose tattoo a man had asked if: "That the mark of a another wench?" on his arm. Jack had beaten the man senseless then made sure he'd be sipping his rum through a straw for a good few months after the incident. It was whispered through Tortuga afterwards to say a ill word againest the daughter of Jack Sparrow would be to ask for Hell itself to let out it's rage on your head.
Jack lived mostly under the "care" of a tavern owner named "Ol' Shark." by the time Jack was five he was running errands for Shark and learned a thing or two about fighting from watching the druken fights in the tavern. And learned how to fight....Tortuga was a wild boy's dream. He fought, stole, cheated but most importantly learned to swim. Something, believe it or not, few people knew how to do. But Jack's sharp, if not utterly frank mind decided swimming was a logical talent to have if one was to live in a place surrounded by water. So swim he did....practiced at it for days on end. And swimming brought him to the sea...and from the sea.....to ships.
It seemed only natural that ships and piracy would go hand in hand.....and so it did. Jack seemed to find everything about pirating interesting......and by the time he was fifteen had served on nearly three dozen ships and was now determined to get his own ship...but he was patient.....and waited.
About the time he turned twenty Jack discovered the art of acting.....and he abused it. After "borrowing" some very fancy clothes he dressed himself up as a English lord, put on his best English accenct and went to a shipping yard. There he talked a young and naive ship designer and builder into making him a ship. And not just any ship.
Jack had seen for himself what sort of ships ran best in the open seas...knew exacltly what sort of ships stood up in storms and had taken note of this. He gave the builder very specific orders....and in effect made his ship the fastest, strongest and most lethal ship ever to sail the Caribbean. The builder was willing....and even arranged for Jacks odd request of having black sails.
Now why black sails you might ask. Well.....it's simple. Black sails on the horizon during the day don't stand out much againest a dark sea...and at night they're nearly invisible......all that much easier to sneak up on other ships with. When the ship was finally completed Jack gave the builder about half of what he promised......having stolen this money from his fellow pirates at great risks. He named her the Black Pearl. Why? Well she was his jewel...his sea born jewel.
He left a note saying if the ship held up to his standards the man would get the rest and more. The ship did. And Jack kept his word. The first big treasure that came in went to the builder......and Jack made ready to sail off into the world of piracy on his own ship.
And soon...Jack was a legend...books were written about this famed pirate......but not before he has his share of misfortunes at sea....
After a year or two chasing after a phantom treasure Jack resolved to think things out a bit more....realizing he was getting nowhere. Then......on the way back to Tortuga, he was caught by the British and branded. Jack never forgot that humiliation and killed a number of the Navy's men then burned the town he'd been caught in. As he watched the town blaze bright red on the horizon from the safety of his beloved Pearl, he resolved that he'd never be caught again, and anyone who tried to take his dignity from him again would meet the same fate he had.
The town was forever scarred, branded as Jack had been, and leaving with his own mark. He escaped to the Sea again. Tortuga called him back, and for a while he set up camp there....earning a bad reputation among the ladies.....a very bad one in fact.....
In fact he made the mistake of going for a lady of a merchant sailor who was docked in Tortuga. Jack recieved a shot to the chest, and barely survived to tell the story, laughingly months later. It left him a round scar in his chest, and one hell of a story.
Around this time Jack caught wind of another treasure and went out looking for it. After surviving a storm and coming back the worse for wear...and all but limping into Tortuga's docks, Jack decided a short break was in order.
But trouble doesn't stay away from Jack Sparrow for long. He saw a treasure he couldn't refuse....a priest's daughter. Well....Jack got himself in a lot of trouble for that one and hide out for a month posing as a cleric for the Church of England. Then was promptly driven out of town...escaping with nothing but the clothes on his back and the Black Pearl. That and reputation as a chamer and enemy of the Church. Jack wasn't much a of a religous man...but he certainly believed that day a higher power of some kind helped him escape a almost certain hanging.
But it was about this time he got his last name. Jack had made the "mistake" of sailing through the storm....didn't avoid it, even though he saw it coming. His eyes were on the gold. After relating his story of surviving the storm to Shark the old man laughed. "Yer crazier then a sparrow..." the man had laughed. Jack, confused, asked for a explanation:
"Sparrows are crazy, Jack..." the man explained. "They fly through stroms, toss themselves into the wind and expect to live through it....most of the time they do...but they never stay grounded.....not quite sane like normal critters...." Jack had found his surname and worse it like a brand of honor. He even got a tattoo of it afterwards. ol' Shark saw this and laughed until Jack was sure his belly would explode. "but it suits you mate...it suits you...."
Jack was only in his late twenties when he decided that he'd have to get a bit smarter to gain more gold....so off he sailed to learn a bit more about life at Sea. He visited a few places.....the far East...Africa...places his fellow pirates didn't sail to unless it was to plunder.....
It was worth it.....collecting knowledge and number of talismans, beads and one of a kind objects, he slowly made his way back to his Caribbean waters. Yes.....he'd learnd a lot....and learned enough to make the the British Navy and sailors, pirates and merchants alike to believe he'd signed a deal with the Devil himself. Jack came home...only to be met by the British Royal Navy and get shot once more. Jack lived....yet again, but this time the recovery was harder.
He'd escaped certain death so many times.....and had a way of slipping past the Navy's grasp. His legend grew...and he was only thirty......though that was more years then many pirates saw. He sacked towns under their fort's noses. Without ever firing a shot...and was gone by the first suns rays. He slipped past Navy ships like the wind over the Sea. Jack was not to be caught, not even by Death itself.
There were many enemies to be made on the high seas. Jack didn't seek them out.....but he made them. In a battle over the Black Pearl and another ship, Jack recieved a scar in the name of the love for his ship. A sword slash, running from his wrist to his shoulder on his left arm. Jack bleed for a while...but considered it a wound made by Cupid. It only cemented his love and devotion for the Black Pearl. He'd escaped death once more.
In fact...he was to clever for his own good and bragged about it once he had a bit to much to drink. He was overheard by a certain Barbossa. On this particular day Jack had been feeling rather good about himself....having just won a certain map and compass. Jack's mind was set on finding this elusive island. And go he did.......with the tratior Barbossa aboard.
A day or so before the island was to be found Jack got himself marooned on a island.....the love of his life.......the Black Pearl gone. But he was lucky.....he never got a fair share of that curse that came along with the treasure......it took ten years....but he got the Pearl back and fully intended on keeping it....And he'd also gained a new set of friends. Will Turner, the son of a fellow pirate, Bootstrap Bill Turner, a Governer's daughter, Elizabeth Swann and Commodore Norrington.
On the day of a almost certain hanging Will and Elizabeth defended him, and gave him back his life. He fell back into the Caribbean Sea, to be reunited with his first love. The Black Pearl. Jack liked to brag it was he who matched Turner and Swann.....
A few years later he discovered he had a daughter. Well....the first meeting wasn't exactly a picture perfect moment....Jack discovered his daughter, like the many other females of the Caribbean, developed a habit of slapping him across th face. It was rather amusing but Rose....his daughter, was something Jack could most certainly be proud of. He saw a bit of her mother in her......and his mad brillance.
And if truth be told he loved her more then all the gold in the world.
About this time Barbossa's returned and threatened to throw Sparrow's life into chaos. He almost killed them all.....but all was well, and Will and Elizabeth had two beautiful children. Twins, James and Catherine Turner. Jack, feeling a bit left out, got himself a tattoo of a Rose near his tattoo of a sparrow, and proudly showed it off to anyone who made the mistake of asking. One man in tortuga had gone a bit far though. As Jack proudly displayed his rose tattoo a man had asked if: "That the mark of a another wench?" on his arm. Jack had beaten the man senseless then made sure he'd be sipping his rum through a straw for a good few months after the incident. It was whispered through Tortuga afterwards to say a ill word againest the daughter of Jack Sparrow would be to ask for Hell itself to let out it's rage on your head.
