The Bakery – Chapter 1

Captain Jack Sparrow strode down the cobblestone on a mission to gather supplies for his upcoming trip when the most delicious scent wafted past his nose.

"Mmmm, what's this now?" he murmured to himself as he delicately sniffed the air. His eyes closed in ecstasy as his head turned slowly towards the source. His eyes popped open and widened as he read the sign in front of his eyes. 'Brown's Bakery' it said. "What a plain name for such a wonderful place. I suppose I've the time to stop for a moment," he said quietly.

Jack opened the door and quickly approached the counter where a middle-aged man stood arranging things behind the glass.

"Ahem," Jack cleared his throat. "Baker, tell me, what is that sinful smell?"

The man, who Jack assumed was Mr. Brown straightened, startled at the presence of another. He looked quite taken aback at Jack's appearance.

"I apologize. It appears I was daydreaming. That smell is my nephew's cooking," the baker replied with a hesitant smile.

"I want some of your nephew's cooking if that be at all possible," Jack stated. "As soon as possible," he added with a note of desperation in his voice.

"Aye," The baker's face stretched with a full-fledged grin now. "His cooking is irresistible. Cole!" he called to the back.

A moment later, a lanky brown-haired, green-eyed boy's head popped into the store. "Yes, Uncle Christopher?" he asked.

"What is it that you're making back there?" The baker asked, still grinning at Jack.

Cole did not answer at first. His gaze was locked on Jack. "You're Captain Jack Sparrow..." Cole whispered in awe.

"At yer service, mate," Jack smiled, pleased with Cole's mention of his rank. He swept his hat off his head and bowed elegantly.

"Is it true that you're heading the search for Princess Autumn?" he asked, gaping.

"I am," he replied.

"How is it, sir, that a pirate such as yourself was called upon by a prince?" The baker wondered leaning over the counter.

"Prince Jonathan has heard of my skill on the water. He has offered to drop all charges against me if I help find his ladylove. Sounds like a good deal to me mate. Wouldn't you agree?" Jack answered, leaning close to the baker. "Now, lad, what is it that you're making back there?"

Cole straightened himself to attention. "Only some sweetbread Captain," Cole answered.

"Please bring me all that you have. I must get moving. We've a long journey ahead," Jack explained.

Cole disappeared into the back. His heart was thudding hard in his chest. Captain Jack Sparrow here. "It must be fate," he told himself. Gaining his composure, Cole began packing the bread up. He finished his work, then walked back to the store.

"Aye, wonderful laddie. It smells like heaven," Jack slapped s handful of money down on the table.

"Sir, that is more than double the price of that bread," the baker announced.

Jack just laughed and said, "Compliments of his majesty. Thank you my good men."

Jack waltzed out of the store.

"Christopher, I must go with him," Cole said, his eyes full of hope.

"I know. You must leave quickly. He plans to deport The Black Pearl within the hour," Christopher answered, walking to the back to help Cole pack some food.

"You must be careful Cole. Those pirates, they're not the nicest people. If they discover you aboard, who knows what might happen," Christopher fretted.

"I'll be fine. This is fate, my dear uncle. A chance to help Autumn," Cole assured the man.

Christopher placed the pack on Cole's back, then adjusted the straps to the correct fitting. He had tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Christopher, for everything. I will be back. Hopefully one day I'll be able to repay your kindness," Cole expressed his gratitude as he kissed the baker's cheek.

"You be careful. Sometimes I feel like I really am your uncle," Christopher said, patting Cole on the back.

"You are Uncle Christopher. You always will be," Cole whispered, his throat thick with tears. With that, he ran from the store and out onto the cobblestone. Once outside, the sun beat down upon him. Squinting, he murmured under his breath, "What on earth am I thinking?"

Soon enough, the Black Pearl was in sight and all thought escaped Cole. "My God," he breathed, staring at the beautiful ship. "This is going to be quite an adventure."