Sabriell Sparrow.
TITLE: Lost Bird Tale of Sabriell Sparrow Maybe this bird tale should stay lost.
CULPRIT: Seles Nowik
SUMMARY: Jack's daughter, Sabriell, never knew that she was a pirate until her path crossed with the notorious Jack Sparrow's. "I yearned for an adventure, an escape from my repetitive life that was slowly passing me by. My wish was granted, but at what price?"
Best Line: “As a helper for the local blacksmith she was told to do many strange and unnecessary tasks, at least in her opinion they were unnecessary.”
I…I have nothing to say to this one.
Verdict:
NAME: Sabriell Sparrow
HAIR/EYES: “There was two things that Sabriell admired in herself; her brown eyes and her wavy dark brown hair that reached just below her shoulders.”
At first, I was caught off guard by the brown eyes. That is, until I had this vague feeling of déjà vu…
Hey, at least the author has read a book in her lifetime. That’s more than I can say for some Suethors.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The author has been so good as to post a picture of today’s Sue for our benefit. *cups hand to ear* What’s that? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s just the author in drag, too. But in case that wasn’t enough, we have a descriptive paragraph:
The breeze blew through Sabriell's dirty hair as she made her way around the busy crowd. She wore a not-so-white shirt, khaki pants and black boots. She had naturally tan skin. Her fingers, hands, and wrists were covered in dirt.
While passing by a group of upper-class girls she overheard them commenting her looks and afterward giggling. She didn't bother even looking at them for she was use to this. Sabriell never fancied her appearance. There wasn't much she could do about it, and frankly, she didn't care much for it.
Those gosh-darned bitchy girls in high school! Always trailing our beloved self-insertions.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: The…most graffiti-friendly part of West Hollywood? Hey, don’t blame me, Suethor. I didn’t take those pictures of you your Sue and then type your home city into your ff.net bio.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS: Jack Sparrow’s daughter. Will's coal-carrying employee.
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: “The tattoo lost it's black color a long time ago, now it was a faded green color, a bit stretched as well. You could still tell it was a tiny sparrow flying over the ocean with the sun behind him. "The only thing I have in memory of my parents." She had it as long as she could remember. Never knowing what it meant she assumed it was some mark left on her when she was younger by her parents.”
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: The ability to carry a huge sack of coal across town and to break into the Fort Charles prison. On her own.
The "Plot":
1 + !!1!1one!!11 = Sue
NOTES: The author goes on and on in her bio about how much of a writer she is. Now, I don’t like discouraging people from writing, but…look, if you’re 18 to 19 years old, you should be able to do a better job than this. In her defense, she says she's not a native English speaker...but I still don't see how she can possibly be trying.
The Suethor has issues with dialogue.
Author's note: So here is the first chapter, I hope you guys like it, i'm having a lot of fun with this story. Another thing, there are pictures on my profile of what Sabriell looks like. Or, you could try that rarest of all rarities…writing! Happy reading everyone :)
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PROLOGUE
"If you would of told me a few days ago that I would experience a grand adventure along side pirates on one of the fastest ships in the Caribbean, I would of told you that you're mad. And I would have heartily agreed. I'm just a simpleton, a helper to a local blacksmith. What adventure awaits a poor lower-class girl?
That's not the case today though. As of today, you can tell me anything and I will believe it. You’re a Mary Sue. Happy now? I've had the strange and the wicked happen to me Nice attempt at implying nouns, Suethor! in a matter of few days, yet it seems like it's been years. Here I am now, trying to save the one I love. I threw away my simple life for Jack Sparrow, my father.
I yearned for an adventure, an escape from my repetitive life that was slowly passing me by. My wish was granted, but at what price?
Yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision of visiting Jack that night in jail, helping him escape, because it brought me to him. If I were to die now, I had no regrets over my past actions.
I looked into Jack in the eyes, they were expressionless. I didn't realize what happened until all of a sudden everything went dark and a sensation of relief filled my body as it hit the ground. *puts blackjack away and whistles*
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SABRIELL
The weather was sunny and hot in Port Royal today, the sea breeze coming from the ocean made the heat bearable, the streets were busy, the market was bustling with costumers. "Get your clown shoes and Groucho Marx glasses here, ladies and gentlemen! No waiting!"
The breeze blew through Sabriell's dirty hair as she made her way around the busy crowd. She wore a not-so-white shirt, khaki pants They sure did have khaki back then! and black boots. She had naturally tan skin. Her fingers, hands, and wrists were covered in dirt.
While passing by a group of upper-class girls she overheard them commenting her looks and afterward giggling. She didn't bother even looking at them for she was use to this. Sabriell never fancied her appearance. There wasn't much she could do about it, Um, take a bath? and frankly, she didn't care much for it.
There was two things that Sabriell admired in herself; her brown eyes and her wavy dark brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. So, the only characteristics she likes about herself are physical ones. How…sad.
As a helper for the local blacksmith she was told to do many strange and unnecessary tasks, at least in her opinion they were unnecessary. Like this one today, she was told to fetch some coal from the market, and so she carried a heavy bag of coal all the way from the docks. A very strange and unnecessary task, this getting fuel for the forge’s fire! She disliked this job very much, she had no idea how to make swords even though she was around them all day, and had no intention of learning to do so. This job guaranteed her a roof over her head and some food, labor in exchange for food and shelter.
On her way, she noticed there was some sort of a fancy ceremony going on in the fort today. Curiosity struck Sabriell over the head and then ran away, giggling, she walked around trying to figure out what sort of party is being hosted today. All of a sudden soldiers in red coats ran out, with the Governor and Commodore Norrington following soon after. They made they way towards the docks.
As tempting it was to follow them and find out where they were so eagerly heading to, Sabriell had a job to do, and a bag of coal hunched on her back that she couldn't abandon, no matter how much she wanted to. Grammarians, take a closer look at that sentence and share my delight. She ignored what she had saw and continued down her path.
A few seconds later, out of nowhere, the water moved, the wind that was a breeze became much strong, the warm sun that was beaming down an away team a few seconds ago disappeared behind dark clouds. 'Hm, a sudden change in wind.' she though to herself as she continues her journey down the streets.
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"I got her, shouted Murtogg" *looks around* Who said that? as Jack climbed out of the water carrying the girl and laying her on the floor. "She s not breathing!" said Murtogg.
"Move! " yelled Jack he cut open her corset and the girl spat out water.
"Never would've thought of that," said Mullroy.
"Clearly you've never been to Singapore" said Jack, then he noticed a gold medallion around the girls neck. "Where did you get that?" he asked.
"On your feet!" shouted someone above him Someone above him? What is it with this Suethor and the mysterious unattributed dialogue? I’m starting to think this fic is haunted. and he slowly stood up.
"Elizabeth! Are you alright?" cried an elderly man running towards her.
"Yes, I m fine," said Elizabeth as she stood up and her father wrapped a blanket around her.
He then saw Murtogg holding Elizabeth s corset Elizabeth S. Corset, Miss Swann’s more ladylike counterpart? and he immediately dropped it and pointed at Jack.
"Shoot him!" said Governor Swann.
"Father! Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" asked Elizabeth.
"I believe thanks are in order," said Norrington holding his hand out to shake Jack's. Hesitating at first Jack shook his hand and Norrington revealed the 'P' for pirate on Jack s wrist. "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?"
"Hang him!" said Governor Swann.
"Keep your guns on him men." began Norrington "Gillette fetch some irons" ordered Norrington. …Well, at least now we know who’s speaking.
He rolled up his sleeve a bit more and saw the sparrow tattoo on Jack s forearm. "Well well, Jack Sparrow isn't it?" he said letting go of Jack s wrist. Jack S. Wrist, Jack’s incredibly dexterous doppelganger? "Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please sir" said Jack.
"I don't see your ship, Captain" said Norrington. "I'm in the market, as it were" Jack answered.
"He said he come to commandeer one." Mullroy interrupted "told you he was telling the truth." added Murtogg "these are his" he continued as he pulled out Jacks effects and handed them to Norrington. It's okay, Suethor. It took me forever to figure out who was Murtogg and who was Mullroy, too.
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Few minutes have passed and Sabriell was now getting close to the blacksmiths shop.
"Finally" she said under her breath. The bag of coal kept getting heavier, or so it seemed, and to make matters even worse the streets were not filled with red coat soldiers running around searching for someone.
She entered the familiar to her blacksmith shop Yep, a born writer, this one. and dropped the bag of coal by the fireside. Sighing with relief she turned around to notice Mr. Brown fast asleep in his chair. Everything was in it's place. Except for that apostrophe. Just like any other average monotonous day of hers.
When she was about to walk out, she noticed a black leather hat on the table. That hat was not there before. She reached out to grab it and all of a sudden a cold blade struck her hand. Silently hoping that it was Will who just struck her hand, Why would Will strike her hand? she turned her gazing away from the blade to looked at the person who was holding it. “She turned her attention from the blade to its owner.” Was that so hard? Really?
His eyes met hers as he brought his sword away from her hand and to her throat. She cursed under her breath for calling this day monotonous.
Each step he took towards her, she took back. "Who are you?" she questioned.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he replied politely "You seem somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?" Jack asked with a curious look on his face. Sabriell shook her head no while scrunching her face. Oh, the mental images! "Well it would be a shame to put a mark on your record so if you'll excuse me," he turned around to walk out but Sabriell grab the sword that was behind her and pointed it to Jack.
"Do you think this wise, little missy," Jack asked "crossing blades with a pirate?"
"Probably not," she replied. Being of course that she didn't know how to handle a sword what so ever, this wasn't going to end well on her end. To her great relief she saw Will walking in from the back room and slowly pointed a blade to Jacks neck. "This be an unfair battle, two against one?" Jack pointed out. Will swung the sword towards him, Jack blocked it with his own, Sabriell ducked down avoiding their swords as they clashed. The two of the began to fight. At least she doesn’t steal the fight from Will!
Author’s note goodness!
Author's note: Thank you so much to GalnKay, nineteennintytwo, and lilrockgirl95 for the reviews(they made me happy :)) I appreciate the advice. I'm sorry for the mistakes again, and like I said, my computer crashed 3 times and I had to rewrite it each time. Why don’t you just pick up a pen and paper? Then you wouldn’t lose the story every time your machine goes haywire, and no one would have to suffer through this fanfic again! I've read that chapter at least 20-30 times so at the end i was just happy to post it, but I'll proof read chapter 1 one more time and fix some mistakes. You reread it that many times and couldn’t find any mistakes? I would also like to say that English was not my first language, Then write in your own language until you know what makes an English sentence work! but I'm trying hard when it comes to this story since I have so many ideas for it :) now, I wasn't planning on writing the second chapter today but as soon as I read the reviews i got to it and got half of it done last night and finished the rest today. Comment concerning the name and age: yes I know Sabriell isn't much of an 18th century name (it's a form of Gabriell) Which you can’t seem to spell, either. but I absolutely adore that name and I can't imagine my character with a different name(I have tried though). Oh, dear. It's important for me to keep this story strictly within that time period, while writing chapters I often check different websites about the 18th century lifestyle so I won't get ahead of their time. So, those websites told you that khaki-clad chicks with dreadlocks heaved coal for blacksmiths on a regular basis? For heaven’s sake, you’re old enough to be a college sophomore. Hie thee to a library, Missy! I've had many though about the name and my first idea was Sabine, which is french, and it was a girl from a novel I read a while back that was set in the 18th century, but I chose Sabriell since it's not a very common name. Psst! That’s one of the first signs that her name needs to be changed. Age: this chapter will tell you, I was going to get to that when she tells her story. I have a lot of ideas for this story and I'm really having fun writing it, I will also do the 2nd and 3rd movie. I’m sure you will “do” them. From behind. With a red-hot poker. This chapter will be much longer, so enjoy and happy reading :3 *sorry for the long authors note, just needed to say somethings that I didn't get to in the first chapter, If your chapter needs an author’s note the size of a humpback whale…rethink it. this is the last long authors note(not making any promises) :D* ON WITH THE SHOW, OR ERR CHAPTER!
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ANGEL IN THE NIGHT
It was night time in Port Royal. Brown eyes peered wearily out at the sea, their owner just as tired as they were. *dies laughing*
Sabriell Oh, did those mysterious brown eyes belong to Sabriell? Because, really, we never would have guessed. gazed through the window in her tiny room just above Mr. Brown's shop. One hand was tracing a small tattoo on her left forearm. The tattoo lost it's black color a long time ago, now it was a faded green color, There were no temporary tattoos in the colonial era! a bit stretched as well. You could still tell it was a tiny sparrow flying over the ocean with the sun behind him. "The only thing I have in memory of my parents." Sweet Aztec gods, Jack Sparrow made his infant daughter get a tattoo. An anesthetic-free, carved-into-your-skin-with-a-knife, almost-certain-to-get-infected colonial-era tattoo…on a baby! Gosh, he must really love her. She had it as long as she could remember. Never knowing what it meant she assumed it was some mark left on her when she was younger by her parents.
She met a man today with the same tattoo. A pirate. Someone who might have the answer to where she came from. She shook that though away and replaced that “though” with a thought. Oh, wait, sorry, that’s goodfic. Maybe she was just over analyzing this, it could just be a bizarre coincident that the two had the same tattoo, but not likely.
Oftentimes she would wondered about her past. Her stepmother had very little knowledge of where she came from, she was 5-year-old when a group of sailors found her at sea 10 years ago. Guess they didn't have the heart to leave her there. Guess not, you objective narrator, you! They brought her to Port Royal to a woman named Alice who kindly enough, took her in and cared for her until last year when she died of a long illness. Alice didn't have any children, so she treated her as one of her own. She lost a bigh part of her life when Alice died. Since she didn't know who her real parents were, where they were, or even what was her last name, she was left alone with nowhere to go after Alice's death. Luckily, she found a job here, at Mr. Brown's shop. Her working here doesn't offer any money, just this tiny room and a meal each day.
Then came the reality of her present. Living each day with the same routine. Never has she left Port Royal from the day she gotten here. She wanted to be out in the open sea, able to see the starts from a ship, waking up with the feeling of an exciting day approaching, a day full of surprises. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would be like to experience such things. Apparently her imagination didn’t tell her that life aboard a ship was, for the most part, boring. Nothing to do except tend to your duties, and nothing to see except open water.
"Jack Sparrow," she whispered to herself. A name that sounded so strange to her when said, yet felt so familiar to her heart. Sabriell Looked up at the starless sky. The weather was ghastly, fog covered most of the town. The only light in her room came from the moon's beams breaking through the thick clouds.
"They're going to hang Jack within a matter of days, maybe even hours," she though. All of a sudden a rash idea came to Sabriell's mind. "He's my only chance to some answers about myself..." Without a second though, Actually, I believe we’re now on the fifth though. she grabbed her black overcoat, Good to see you checking those websites for historical accuracy! put it on, and rushed out of Mr. Brown's store.
She felt as if her legs had a mind of their own, leading her towards the jail where Jack was held captive. "He's a pirate, he could lie to me just to get me to help him. I could help him out and he could kill me" she contemplated those thoughts and many others. Truth be told, she didn't know much about pirates, something like pirates was a taboo subject in this area, only two things were told about this matter; do not trust a pirate, do not help a pirate, or you'll end up dead like a pirate. Sounds like good advice to me.
She quicken her pace as she walked down the now empty streets of Port Royal. "Eerie" she pointed out. The only noises came from the old wood that squeaked whenever the wind blew it, occasionally she heard a cat hiss, or the wind howl.
Upon reaching the Fort, Sabriell came to a abrupt stop and gasped. There were two guards standing by the gate. Each held a musket in one's hand. She covered her mouth with her right palm. For a second it felt like her heart stopped. But alas, it kept beating. Praying that they didn't hear or see her, she now took every step as carefully and quietly as she possibly could. She pressed her back to a wall where they couldn't see her.
A young woman out alone at this time of the hour? Creeping around the jail area? They could easily make the assumption that she's either a criminal or helping one escape, and shoot her on the spot without thinking twice about it.
Quietly she took a deep breath. She tilted her head from behind the wall she was standing by to slightly peered at them. Bwahahaha! The fort had a few soldiers on the graveyard shift. The only two she had to worry about were the ones blocking her pathway to the stairs leading down to the cells where Jack was being held captive. If they would just move she could slip pass by without anyone else noticing.
"That's what you call irony, I'm actually trying to get into jail but soldiers are standing in my way."
The logical thing to do in this situation was to turn back around and go home. Yet something was telling her to try getting past them somehow."Maybe a distraction of some sort?" She pondered, but nothing came to her mind.
She peeked from behind the wall again to check the guards. To her surprise, they weren't there. She raised and eyebrow. "Where could they be?" she though GYARGH! as she went past the gate slowly. Her question was soon answered as she heard two guns being cocked from behind her. She closed her eyes "bloody hell," cursing under her breath.
"You there!" said a men with a thick English accent What’s that supposed to mean? You’re colonists; you all have English accents! "stand down and drop any weapons you have, or we'll shoot!"
She slowly raised her hands up and turned around to face the red coats soldiers.
"Who are you and what are your intentions?" said the second man with an equally heavy accent.
"What else can I be doing in the middle of the night, well, I came to talk and possibly rescue a dangerous prisoner of yours who happens to be a pirate," She mentally joked "think fast Sabriell...no...don't think" and as that idea crossed her mind she pushed through the middle of the two men and took of running as fast as her little girly legs could carry her.
"Hey! Stop right there!" yelled one of the men. They both took off after her.
"Good one" she though. Seconds later she heard them chasing after her, shouting something she didn't care to listen to. She turned to an alley, her eyes searching for any place to hide in. She kept running, turned to another alley, and lunged herself behind some barrels. She stayed low on her knees, peeking through an opening between 2 barrels. This is 1 sorry fanfic.
The soldiers rushed passed the alley she ran into, and kept running towards the wrong direction. Sabriell picked herself up from the ground taking this opportunity to take in a deep breath of relief while closing her eyes. "Thinking, bad. Fast, irrational, utterly stupid decisions...good," she mentally noted. The Sue blueprint at its finest.
Sue insults Jack's crew.
Sabriell didn't sleep that night, she didn't know whether it was because she wasn't use to the new place, or because gunshots, yelling, and laughter seemed louder than ever. Jack didn't sleep in the same room Will and Sabriell did, instead he went with his lady friend 'They must have done that thing Jack wouldn't tell me about,' she explained to herself.
Jack doesn't want to discuss his sex life with his own daughter? Well, golly gee, who would have thought! Gibbs promised that by the next day he would assemble a crew that would be willing to go on this insane adventure. After leaving Jack's friend's house they headed towards the direction of the docks.
The outrages atmosphere of Tortuga they witnessed last night was now replaced with a peaceful one. No one was chasing women, no one was fight, and no one was gulping down rum as if they haven't had a drink in their life. Although the scent of rum was still in the air, most of the people outside were calm and not much different from those at Port Royal. Riiiiiight. Sabriell didn't question why everything was so harmonious now, she just guessed they're sleeping off their headaches, and that all of the insanity would star up as soon as night falls upon this town.
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“Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast, every man worth his salt and crazy to boot” said Gibbs as all of inspected the crew.
"A bunch of scrappy old man-" Sabriell pointed at Marty "and a dwarf, Nice one, Sue. Real classy. are going against a full crew of ruthless pirates, Jack, this is insane."
"My plan never said there be anything sane," Jack said.
“So this is your able bodied crew?” asked Will sarcastically.
“You sailor!” said Jack facing one of the crew members.
“Cotton sir” Gibbs pointed out.
“Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?” asked Jack. Mr. Cotton looked at Jack, not answering his utterly confusing question. “Mr. Cotton! Answer man!” Jack demanded.
“He’s a mute sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one’s yet figured how,” said Gibbs while Mr. Cotton opened his mouth to prove that he, in fact, had his tongue cut out. A repulsion sight it was. Jack tilted back a little and sticked his tongue out in disgust.
Jack looked down then took a step to face Mr. Cottons parrot. “Mr. Cotton’s...parrot, same question,” said Jack.
“Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!” answered the parrot. They looked at it in confusion.
“Mostly we figure that means yes” said Gibbs
“Of course it does. Satisfied?” he asked turning to Will.
Will hesitated at first, looking at them again “Well, you’ve proved they’re mad” he answered.
“And what’s the benefit for us?” came a voice that sounded a bit like a woman's from the end of the line. It wasn't a top-of-the-line voice, but it would do.
Jack slowly creeped forwards to the person that the voice belonged to, his eyes were squinting when he looked under the hat that the person was wearing. He took the hat off only to reveal a woman’s face. Only a woman's face? And here I thought it would be a dinosaur. “Anamaria,” he said happily. She slapped him almost immediately.
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one ether" Will asked.
"No," he confessed "I actually did deserve that one."
“You stole my boat!” she exclaimed.
“Actually-“ he said turning back round, she slapped him once more. “Borrowed," he tried explaining "borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you!”
“But you didn’t!” said Anamaria getting angry.
“You’ll get another one!” said Jack, hoping to avoid another slap from her.
“I will!” said Anamaria pointing a finger in Jack’s face.
“A better one!” added Will.
“A better one!” agreed Jack.
“That one” Will pointed to the Interceptor.
“What one?” asked Jack alarmed, the crew and Jack looked at the Interceptor and back at Jack. “That one?" Jack said angrily looking back at Will. He realized he needed to agree for the crew to go along "Aye, that one. What say you?” Jack asked.
“Aye!” his new crew shouted all at once
“No, no, no, no, no, it’s frightful bad luck to bring a women aboard sir” claimed Gibbs. Jack looked at Anamaria, then down at Sabriell.
“It’d be far worse not to have them,” said Jack and they all made their way to the Interceptor.
Jack looked down at Sabriell once more. "You're very short, Sabriell." Random! he pointed out, she reached up to about his shoulders. Jack walked away to the Interceptor.
"I'm not short!" she claimed "I'm fun size," she followed jack right after. Well...Happy New Year, guys. I hope you have enough rum to erase your memory of this.