The Dark Meeting

It was a pitch black night on the isle of Tortuga, most nights a man would hear drunkards yelling about with wenches on almost every porch. But tonight the port was quiet, the saloons were closed, and there was not a wench in sight. For dark forces were about, and even the bravest soul would know not to meddle with such affairs, all lights were out except for a weak flame in a small hut by the docks. In said hut stroking his beard sat a man who was the most well known and infamous pirate ever, Edward Teach was his real name but only fools would say it around him. The man was better known as Blackbeard the pirate, a man of true callous intent murdering anyone he so wished. His appearance is known by all. He was at a good height for his age, his skin in a nice tan, his fingernails and teeth black as his soul, his nose surprisingly straight. His beard was well groomed and braided with some slight grey roots. Most important were his piercing grey eyes that could kill a small animal with just a glare. He was in his usual pirate attire, a long coat covering a black vest and a pistol for when he had to kill in a hurry. His short hat sitting finely on his head. At his belt was his trusty sword that not only could decapitate a stone statue without a scratch but could control his flagship The Queen Ann's Revenge without any crewmen at all. Whenever Blackbeard came to Tortuga all refrained from speaking to him less the value their lives, hence why the docks were silent as the dead. But the reason the pirate all pirates fear was in Tortuga was beyond them. He came hear because the one he was meeting picked this island. Normally Blackbeard would slit someone's throat for even suggesting such a public place to meet at but what the mysterious man had to offer overpowered his cruel instinct.

Blackbeard was wondering who this man was and the balls he must have had when he spoke to him on his own ship uninvited, without his permission, and surrounded by his zombies. He would have torcherd him to death but the man gave him Spanish gold and offered more for a favor if they meet alone on Tortuga at twelve o'clock. Blackbeard always trusting no one had a squad of zombies waiting behind the hut to attack at his call if this was a trap. Just then the door opened and the air suddenly felt as if an arctic breeze rushed in. Blackbeard looked up to see a tall slim figure draped in a cloak enter alone.

"Your late" he said in a stern voice.

The figure instead of responding shut the door and moved to the corner furthest away from the light. Not intimidated Blackbeard continued by looking at a pocket watch he took from a French bureaucrat he decapitated a couple of years ago.

"You said midnight, it's ten after twelve." he said.

The cloaked being said nothing. Although he couldn't see his face under the hood, from what Blackbeard could tell from this strange person is that it was a he, was tall unnaturally thin, skin pale as snow, but the most sinister part was the two blood red eye's with slits for pupils that shined in the darkness. Blackbeard had seen eyes like that before, but on a snake. Suddenly the clocked person spoke.

"It matters not when I arrive but what I offer you Blackbeard"

He said in a voice sounding like the last dying breath of a man.

"Did you bring the gold you promised?" Blackbeard said

Suddenly a large bag of Spanish gold landed across the hut on the table Blackbeard was sitting by with a loud thunk.

Blackbeard quickly turned his head toward the bag in surprise. "He didn't even move and I didn't see him carry that big bag in". Blackbeard thought but then shook it off for he had seen stranger things in his lifetime.

"I need a crew of loyal men for an expedition." The red eyed figure calmly spoke before Blackbeard could even touch the coins to make sure they were real.

Blackbeard looked at him "Then why come to me?" Blackbeard retorted "For my zombies are only loyal to me and I most certainly am not loyal to anyone no madder how much Spanish gold they could pay me."

"They must also be ready to kill and you are known to be best at that." The dark one said. Blackbeard picked up two coins and started rubbing them together "What are we looking for?" he asked.

"A device that can control time." the dark one said. Blackbeard slowly nodded like snow skinned man was mad. He then stared down the dark one and then chuckled to himself.

"A device that can control time." Blackbeard repeated in a sarcastic tone. Unsurprised at Blackbeard's non believing attitude the figure in black threw a tiny vile of a bright sparkling powder on the table. Blackbeard then leaned over and picked it up suddenly felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He felt good inside, the same feeling of when he burns people alive or becoming more powerful in the dark arts. Setting it back on the table Blackbeard asked what it was. "The fuel needed to power the device" the snow skinned man replied. With those words Blackbeard slowly realized that the man's words were true in that this was powerful stuff and the device he was speaking of was even more powerful. This opportunity was becoming more and more beneficial to him as this conversation carried on. But Blackbeard knew to always be on guard, he taught himself that a long time ago so he showed no expression on his face. Blackbeard kept rubbing the two coins together slowly as if they were speaking to him. Finally he spoke

"Why do you want me and my men for this?" he asked looking up and staring into the red eyes of the figure in black.

"There are those who would try to stop me."

"Who?"

"Others" the figure said vaguely. Blackbeard permitted the vague answer and asked another question. "Where would we uncover this device?" he asked. "With help from this." the figure in black whispered holding a rolled up map in his pale hand. Blackbeard raised an eyebrow but said nil for he made his decision he knew this was too good an opportunity to pass up and he was in no doubt that the figure in black knew it as well. Blackbeard stood up from the chair and asked his final question. "Who are you?" The figure did not respond before moving toward the table as if he was floating above the ground. He then reached over and covered the vile with his pale spiderlike hand and retracted it back into his robe. He subsequently twisted around to Blackbeard and said.

"Many things but those whom I used to associate with knew me as Lord Voldemort."