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Pirates of the Caribbean 5: The Resistance
Part 1 : Meet MrWalker
WARNING: I USE THIS CHAPTER TO INTRODUCE THE VILLAN OF THE STORY... SO YOU MAY SKIP TO THE CHAPTER 2 FOR THE TRUE BEGINING OF THE STORY!
A black haired man was stucked at the edge of the English Dream. He was the captain,for sure! Everyone was running all over the ship, full of stress, unlike him, and no one dared to interrupt his calm and peacefull atitude as he watched the sky getting darker. An image on the water seemed to corrupt the sun's reflection on his eyes. It seemed 3 masts. Getting underwater. Too far away from his ship's position.
The only person on the entire ship who could have a decent conversation with the Captain, joined him, getting right by side. The golden medals on his chest said that he was the First Mate. With a shy smile under his white wig, he inspected the horizon and turned to the captain.
FM: He sank? ...Captain?- The man under the black coat didn't even wondered about turning to the person on his side.
Capt: No. - He spoke, and took a deep breath while his blue eyes saw the main mast getting underwater, when the last dot of the mast fade away, he finally turned to his FM, seeing that he rose an eyebrow with his answer. "If he didn't sunk, what happened then?". The captain could read his thoughts soo well... just like the FM could read his after trainning him so hardly as he wanted to be a man of the sea... The captain rose an eyebrow and looked to horizon again as his FM seemed to be looking for the most lightly clear answer in the sun set, but his mind was further than the ground under his feet could ever limit his spirit. - Submerged, Nicholas. Not sank. - Nicholas, the first mate, rose his eyes to the captain's as he got the answer to his question, but although the captain had tried to clarify him... he frowned with the answer. "Submerged?", he prepared to repeat the word with his mouth when the captain provided him with a clear answer to his doubts. - That, was the Flying Dutchman... - Nicholas froze. - That's why we couldn't even provoke them to get in battle. That's why they decided to give us a warn instead of a sunking our ship. We would be an easy target for them... And they are not exactly looking for easy fish in the hook on these days...
Nicholas: Thought that it was just an old pirate's fairy tale... A pirate ship. Which could sail underwater...
Capt: There's a lot of fairy tales in these days that are not that fictionaries... You just have to look for the proves!
Nicholas: Thought that was of the piracy duty...MrWalker - He smiled and laughed softly to the cold man who left a shy smile escape from his lips.
Walker: Not for too long... - He slowly turned to where he remembered to see the ship getting underwater and pointed to the place to where he saw for the last dot of a wooden mast. - That will be the last of their kind on a few months... - Nicholas stopped while feeling the tension raising up inside him, and Walker turned to looked to the sun set reflection on the water and forgot of Nicholas presence. - Those pirates will meet their end soon... - He murmured and his mind travelled through the water and rescued some old memories drownig on his heart.
Walker was just a young boy, with a sparkling future breathing out of his confident smile. But one day, as he was returning from the school, he heard the sirens and the screams coming from down town announcing that a new pirate ship decided to anchor on their port. Walker waited to see the ship on the horizon, a huge black ship. A Gallion as he discovered lately... The whole population on the ship screamed as the first canyons started to attack his town and the first houses near the coast immediately turned into ruins.
As he saw the first two houses exploding, Walker ran as fast as he could, leaving behind the bag that he held on the right hand so tightly during the whole way back home. As he heard the screams, the swords pressing other's blades, his heart started to pump on his chest, life, like a sharp blade came across the string that had him hanged.
The fire consumed and expanded to new houses, making the glasses on the windows and doors explode with such a bizarre note... Like the old opera ladies, when they scream... and fell over everyone in the middle of the roads like rain. As he got got caught into the middle of that whole confusion of people screaming and running out, pirates jumping in and picking up anyone in their way, he stopped to try to see somewhere to hid. On school, everybody used to practice a bit of sword fight, with wood sticks, but just a few classes... Nothing that could prepare him for a battle with a pirate, so what about a whole full ship of them invading his town?
His home was too far for him to reach. To get there, he needed to reach the port and run across the coast and find his house between the vegetation, hid the other side of the city.
A window on his right exploded and the cracks flew over him. He immediately bent his body on the floor and covered his face to don't be damaged. When the glass stopped raining over him, he rose his head to see a pirate jumping out of the house on fire from where the glassy rain came. He had a huge smile on his face, while he showed the sword into the light. Immediately the pirate saw Walker standing in front of his nose, on the knees. He smiled and left a mad laugh freeze Walker's blood.
Pirate: Young boy... - Walker leaned back, trying to get away from the pirate who walked slowly to him full of confidence. He tried to turn back as getting up while running, but immediately he stumbled and fell on the ground again. Now he could see the shadow of the long haired man getting closer to his own. At least, he tried to look to his killer's face, but Walker's eyes froze on the glow coming from the sword as the pirate held up high the sword, prepared to take off another life.
But in a fraction of seconds, someone jumped to get over the pirate. A young man pushed the pirate down on the floor while he tried to immobilize his arms.
Man: Run! Walker! Run! - He recognized him! Probably the brother of a friend... - Run to your family! They won't get them if you warn them before! - Walker agreeded slowly, as fast as his brain was allowed to think, just as he was unfreezing.- GO WALKER!- He jumped out and run all the way home.
As arriving home he screamed to warn everyone.
Walker: Pirates! They arrived! Hide! - He ran to get into the house but immediately a pair of hands covered his mouth before he could scream out again and immediately a man turned his face to face him. It was a neighbor. The man made a sign for him to stay quiet, and pointed to the front door that seemed to be forced to open. Walker nooded as he understood and took some large deep breaths as the man threw him a shotgun and pointed his head into the house. The boy nodded, completly fearfull but the man kneeled next to him and took off a sword, exchanging the gun on the young soldiers hands for the iron weapon. Walker inspected his reflection on the blade, remembering the sharp glow on the hands of the pirate that tried to kill him early and lately remembered that brave young soldier who got in between both, saving his life. Probably he would be dead by now... Then the man asked for his attention and pointed to the house. Walker nodded on agreement and the man walked back into the vegetation to give him a signal to follow him.
Walker was hid under a table at the corner when saw the bodies of his parents fall over the floor, drowned on their own blood, with their throats slashed.
He froze as those half-dead blue eyes looked into his a last time while waiting for God to proclaim their souls. 6's later, they stucked on a dot and never ever moved away anymore. The shadows of the pirates fighting with another man, danced on the walls before the bodies. The young boy saw one of the shadows kneel and point a gun at the celling, and a pirate was caught on surprise while tried to jump over the man. Immediately Walker jumped scared and hit the table as the bullet hit one of the shadows under the chin. The man turned around and saw other shadow preparing to stab him in the right arm, but he immediately turned the gun into a defense weapon, and used it almost like a sword. He stoped the pirate sword from ripping his skin by getting the can of the gun between it's trajectory and pushing the sword up to the celling. Then he pushed the sword away and spun around to shot the pirate aside.
When the dead body hit the ground, the man ran to his dead neighbors. Shook them to see if he got any sign of life, but not a single breath came out from them. The man heard a cry, and looked to his front, to see the saddest blue eyes melting in tears. The man bent his head to show him respect.
7 years later, Walker was laying on the crow's nest and whistling a marvel melody while the wind was caressing his black shorty hair. A scream scared him up and he almost fell into the deck.
Man2: Walker? Get down here! - The boy slided down to the deck immediately.
Walker: Yes sir? - He stopped in front of the man.
Man2: Bring back down our flag. QUICKLY! We've an enemy on our sight! Then paint some piece of a black cloth with a white skull and send it up! - Walker nodded in agreement immediately.
Walker: Yes sir! - Immediately pushing up the rope to bring down the flag.
Man2: Also... - He begun and walked behind the young man. - Take off some of this clothes. - He removed a British jacket from him and opened some of the buttons of the young man's shirt. Shaking the shirt a bit and sliding it to show one naked shoulder. Then the man threw the coat away and ran away to come back with a black cloth and a flask of white taint. The boy untied the flag and joined to his captain to paint a skull. Immediately he took the fake flag to the main mast and made her raise up to seagulls level. The captain sighed while looking to the skull and turned to the boy.- Wash this deck while I'll be at my cabin, and the most importante thing: Stay calm and confident. - Just as he said, he moved away and closed himself into the room. Leaving a fake pirate at the deck with a bucket and a mob.
Some 10 minutes later, the boy was scratching the floor with the mob when saw the shadow of a huge ship, passing behind him. He looked back and a few man on the gallion leaned on the edges of the ship to salut the fake pirate. They seemed falling into maddness, by the way they smiled, laughed, jumped into the ropes of the ship and spoke some sentences that made no sense to the young Walker.
Some years ago he seemed to recognize some of those faces when he shooted a whole ship and watched it fall into pieces on the water to drown. Then he turned the ship around and a canyon ball hit his deck, destroying the main mast. Walker looked up to it and watched it hit the deack in flames. He turned back to the enemy and pointed the whole canyons to it while the pirates where too proud and full of confidence of their own... The fools stopped to see the man perplexed on the ship that now was on their hands. They laughed soo loud to each other that when they turned back to the enemy ship, Walker had hid on the ground, and they had no chance of decyphering what was up to come. When he heard the silence, the enemy canyons turned to move down and poitted to his ship. Walker had predicted that, and so he pushed all of the strings on his hand and the whole canyons expelled flaming balls that caught the majurity of the holes where the enemie's canyons where hid. A stragith line of holes crossed the ship while Walker moved to the other other side of his ship. He filled them as fast as he could and pointed them to 120º towarts the sky, hoping that some would hit the deck of the pirate ship. He ran all along the canyons, pushing down fire to each he passed by and watched the black balls raising into the sky and finally falling back to earth. He turned to the pirate ship and saw the first two shots failling for too close, but the next three hit the deck across, destroying part of the main mast. Walker took the chance to recharge and filled more four canyons from his right and sent his attack to destroy was left of the right side of the enemy ship. After the balls hit the wood and destroy some compartiments, the ship slowly leaned down aside and Walker heard the whole crew screaming as they were pushed to fall in the sea along with the ship.
Walker was still looking to the sun set.
Walker: Not for too long... Pirates... - suddenly a strange smog came across his nose and he looked to his left. A huge hole was carved on the side of his ship.
Somewhere too far from the english ship, a calm ocean started to show some rebellion as a bow ripped the tides and spared the sea. Following the bow, an entire ship corrupted the sea's waters and some gold letters shone, with pride, Flying Dutchman.
Inside the ship, William Turned walked down the stairs leading to the main deck.
Will: Now boys! All hands on deck and give more sail towards the North wind! - The crew ran as fast as they could to execute the captain's orders. William just stared at his man while the ship gainned speed, in while, Bill was still holding on the net of ropes on the stern, looking back to the South, and seeing not a single signal of the Britain ship... It's was a good signal, but... "What were the britains doin' at the High Sea?", Bill wondered... and with that worryness, he looked for an answer from other head but his, as two think better than one, and walked to Will to whisper on his ear.
Bill: What do you think that they were doing on the high sea, so far from the King's limits? - That question corrupted Will's smile.
Will: Looking for their own Death! I suppose! - He turned away, looking to the sea that the ship left behind. - Sometimes they can be truly dumb! Can't they?! - He paused for a while and then wondered: -Where are we?
Bill: Don't worry Will. King George's territory is comes too far from here...
Will: Aye, I know! But I don't recognize this lands... - He pointed around to a few small lands spreaded by some large miles.
Bill: Near Island Fide... I decided to take us on a non-travel-route... - He blinked to Will and his son nodded back on agreement as climbing up to the ropes on the back of the ship.
Will: I see... - He seemed curious and decided to feed his curiousity by taking off a monocular. - I wouldn't feel surprised if we would find someone marroned on some of these... - Both laughed and William looked around to see if he could recognize some islands. There was a large one filled of a small florest. A completly deserted one. Two small islands with some palm tries and on each one had... One had a... William froze and Bill's smile faded
Bill: Will?
Will: Father? - Bill rose an eyebrow. - Do you think that there are any sea turtles around here..? - Bill narrowned his eyes and Will jumped to floor next to him while handed him the monocular and pointed to one of the islands. - Is it a doomed soul? - Bill took the monocular.
Bill: Well... It won't impress me... - He adjusted the monocular. - Let's see who's this poor son then... - He zoomed the whole instrument. "Hum... I can see his body. It's definately human! ..." - Aye. It's a doomed soul! - Will rose an eyebrow and Bill nodded. - No worry Will. It's no good to help a man of- The phrase was cut in half on his head the words drowned on his mouth.
Will: Wha-What?
Bill: IT'S A WOMAN! - The whole crew turned to them as the word was spoken. "A Woman? A Woman! WOMAN!" The crew seemed to lick their lips as melting for the sound of their meaning. - That one we can rescue! - He turned to put on the monocular. - ...Ahow... She seemes fleshy... - Will rose an eyebrow and Bill scared up, recomposing himself. - I. I. I mean... She seems helpless...
Will: Sure... - William looked to the island. - You know it crew! I want a boat on the water, now! - He paused as some men walked to the boats on the side of the ship. - Who wants to rescue a fragil young woman? - The crew started to make too much noise and Will tired to calm them but Bill passed behind him and spoke.
Bill: I'll go.
Will: Alright.
Immediately the strings which hanged one boat were cut and the old vessel splashed on the water.
A stranger ship, crossed the sea while carring one of the most infamous crews surfing the Earth...
Gibbs: Seems like we just stole it to a blind sea dog, Jack! Doesn't it?- Gibbs admitted to Jack, aside him at the stern. Jack couldn't hide the shame corrupting him as he had to get another ship besides the Pearl that he carefully placed inside a shelf, on his cabin.
Jack: I wouldn't go back for a ship as these either... - He cwalked down stairs with Gibbs at his his.
Gibbs: It's just for the use of travelling while the Pearl is out of our reach...
Jack: ... Well... Prepare him to sunk when we finish our rote... - Gibbs agreeded.
Gibbs: Heading?...
Jack:...Haiti.
Gibbs: Tortuga!
Crew: Ahoy!
At the English Dream, the crew was starting to want to get back to London. Hearing the men cursing the captain, Nicholas walked to Walker.
Nicholas: Sir?
Walker: Yes? – He stopped examening the damages on the ship to hear Nicholas.
Nicholas: The man are asking us for retire.
Walker: Already?
Nicholas: Well... There's no sign of other ships. Our own is quiet unstable... and not to mention that the King scheduled a meeting with you in private... It's no good to make him wait, is it?
Walker: Well... Seems that I'll have to return with empty hands... - Nick bit his lip. - And he loves empty hands on these days... Just like sharp sword, on the board next to his throne! - Being sarcastic.
Nicholas: I'm sure he'll understand sir... - Walker turned to Nick. - You're the best captain that the English Army could have... - Walker hid a shy smile and patted Nick's shoulder.
Walker: I hope so. - He walked away and so did the ship!
Bill left the boat in the edge of the water and walked to the woman laying on the sand.
Bill: Miss? Me lady? AHoy? Lady! - He kneeled next to her and shook her body.
Slowly her face started to turn to him although she was still half-asleep.
Firstly, she got shocked with the sun light stabbing her eyes,but Bill made his shadow fall over her face and she realized that there was someone with her. She blinked and tried to sit to see who was in there by her side but she could only see shadows...
Bill: Are you alright miss? - He turned her face to him. She was starting to see his facial edges. The world was becoming colourful... and she could see his eyes.. Those eyes... She never meet them before.
Woman: Who... are you? - She asked with a lower tone.
Bill: I'm the first mate of the Flying Dutchman, you may've heard... -He paused but she didn't even nodded, still it was sure that she knew his ship. - My ship crossed between this lands and we saw you here... We wondered if you needed any help... - He inspected the whole place around her and saw that she had no way of getting out from the land, but the worst, she had no way of drinking and eating in the land. The trees behind her had no fruits already, there were not enough trees to make a raft, and as expect, not a single small, tiny, lake, around!
She narrowened her eyes to see him as well as she could.
Woman: First-First mate? You're a first mate? - She whispered.
Bill: Aye! From the Flying Dutchman.
Woman: Than you can take me out of here! - She smiled as tried to get on her feet on a jump. Bill nodded in agreement.
Bill: Aye! And that be my purpose here! - She trembled a bit and he leaned closer. - Can't you get on you feet? - She nodded and he slowly took her on his arms to take her to the boat.
From the ship, the crew waited to get news about the woman as Will inspected his father with the monocular.
Will: He has her! - The crew hid some devilish smiles and exchanged some evil glares.
As the boat started to sail away from the land, Bill tried to get some talk with her.
Bill: Are you confortable? -She nodded in agreement.
Woman: Better here than there... - He smiled as figured something to start a talk.
Bill: Spanish? I got that latin whisper...Well, we are too far away from Spain... - She slowly nodded in agreement again.
Woman: Aye... I know...
Bill: I had to make a trip to there, some years ago, with a friend of mine... -She made some effort to smiled. - Where are you from?
Woman: Seville. - Bill laughed.
Bill: Drag me into my son's Locker! That's were I went to make a bussyness! You know I had- She almost froze with that sentence... "Davy Jone's father?!" But althrough that gave her a sharp point of curiosity, he started to talk about his little adventure in Seville, and so she lost interess and decided to look back to the land that she was leaving behind her back.
Now that she finally left that land, she knew that soon enough she would be alright, but no one could sujest that she would forget the whole suffering and pain that the memories of that place would recall her. During the whole time that she could stay awake on the land, she decided to work on a way to get her revengue. Revengue meaned one man. The man who put her in that Hell. The man to who she almost trusted and who was the same that harmed her too many years ago... She almost had forgot the pain that he caused her on the first time, and the second...but now everything was getting back to her...
Bill looked to the ship behind him.
Bill: We are almost there...
Woman: Grácias. - She sent a hand slid on her back. Unlike those whole times when that man left her broken hearted, now she had a way to get some little revengue... She verified that the doll was secure on her belt.
Bill looked up to her.
Bill: What are you thinking on, miss?
Woman: Thinking on the day that I got there... By the hands of the most cruel man I've ever sailed with...
Bill: You sailed before?
Woman: Aye!
Bill: On which condition?
Woman: First Mate. -Bill rose both eyebrows, surprised with the woman who apparantely had won a fine place among a crew... but not with the captain as Bill suppose.
Bill: ...And still, he left you...?
Woman: Not the captain... A man that took... - To replace Father, by Captain, to hide her identity... it was something hard to swallow in her.- the Captain's life, and dropped me in there...
Bill: Well... a filthy rat I must say miss... - She smiled. - Who could have such a cold heart to leave such a beautyful woman behind? - She bent her head a bit, not wanting to pronounce the name. - May I know you name, miss?
Woman: Of course. My name is Angelica. - He nodded in agreement. - May I know the name of my savior? - Bill smilled.
Bill: Bill Turner. Miss Angelica. - He salutted her with his hat and she smile. "Too much charmed to be the father of the Devil..." she thought, and suddenly she recalled one of the memories from the first years on her father's ship... Ten years ago, it seemed... It was told that the Dutchman had a new captain. "Is that true, or were it just rumours?" She wondered, but knew that the answer was just a couple of minutes away...
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