Pirates Of The Caribbean 6:

Prologue

The wind blew from the west, cradling the old Jolly Roger on a melody too melancholic for the flag of the blackest ship in the whole seven seas. Stately and still, the Black Pearl inspired majesty to the infinite ocean that stretched beyond the horizon and sunrise. The waves, submissive, bowed before it's black sails abruptly torn, showing respect for the scars left by her last battle, recorded on the plain and thick cloth of the galleon. Still, the ship filled the chest, confident that her wounds would heal easily, after a new adventure would call her through the horizon, and move forward with greater reputation after fighting like an old demon of the seas to defend the honor of his people. (Not that the pirates were a community worthy of honor ... But free from restrictions that could limited the dignity of an honorable act, and yes this was the honor of a pirate! The freedom to choose how to live and how to rise, doing only what feels right without carrying to feel wrong.)

The Black Pearl had fought alongside the best and the worst ships that might had ever surfed those waters. Stood firm and persistent above all, when her freedom to wear the oceans and get lost in them, was put into challenge. Hence, it's known this was certainly not the first time she did so, much less would it be the last.

The sea, could also recognized the value of those who have been protecting him, and reciprocate the favor to those who would keep taking care of 's why, here and there, some with more voluptuous audacity, in the middle of a long hug, would kiss the Galleon stumbling through, trying to return to it's motionless position, untouched, undisturbed ... Sober!

That was the beginning of that cool and calm morning, after the turbulence and adrenaline of the cannons that fell silent near to the daybreak. The Black Pearl was released just in time to taste the dry powder ready to be launched. Then a squeeze and BANG! Half a dozen enemies exploded into a thousands of shooting stars cascading over the uprising and blurred water that also became a valuable ally through that tempest night. On the other side of the fire line, not a single ship was at the height to assume a riposte, none had the gauge for this old Galleon of the sea, and as so, they were few, the ones to survive and stay to tell the myth.

A battle as epic as it re-affirmed the Pirates as the Lords of the seas, but not only… it marked the return of the infamous captain of the ship with the black sails. Known by all, his name could spread even through the waterlines on every coast of the planet. Far beyond the beaches and trading ports! His face, was printed and published through the whole Europe and through the whole Asia. Mostly besides the courts and public hanging stages, where the most of the commodore and missionaries would pay an extravagant price just for his head!

The Captain Jack Sparrow, was the man in question, and he was not in deed, an ordinary man, as expect from a being able to handle the Black Pearl. He was more likely an iconic being. As tall as his ego unbelievably extended, and with such a long chocolate hair that, it's guessed, never met the touch of any source of blade since his childhood (and that's why it was able to find a lot of rarities through his dreadlocks). His beard, fell plaited in jewels, decorated by colors that would stand out from the red bandana he wore over a palm of forehead. But Sparrow was not just a man of appearances, no, he was very possessive! Had everything he wished on the palm of his hands through all the time. In fact, he had to carry that gift through everywhere he would pass by, very carefully, or else he would lose it. Truth is, that the so special ability of finding everything he could wish for, resided on a simple and unique magic green compass, that instead of pointing its golden arrows to the North like any ordinary one, it would point to the very one thing it's possessor wished for the most. …And this was only one in the lots of magic items the Captain of the Black Pearl had used through his life!

Jack was really an interesting figure. Even to the ones who knew him for a long time! …And even the ones who didn't… well, they would probably think he was just some drunken fool playing Captain all time, but soon they would find out he is not exactly like he appears to be, by it all. He really liked to prove himself, and that's why when the ships cracked through the masts and the crews were bounded to drown into those guerilla and untamed waters, he left his golden and silvers teethes shine through a ripped and wily smile. As he had his ship back, he could daze the enemies who were all much slower than him. After the English, French, German and Spanish flags were all gone through the horizon, the pirate finally put on his exuberant black hat on the top of the dreadlocks, scrolling it with the fingers and smoothing its fold like two stones sharpening a blade.

"Ho til the sea brings us to meet again ya clumsy landlubbers!"

As the battle was over, and the Pearl was freed, there just one thing missing on his life: a suggestion to a next wish to define on which waters he would sail next. But that problem didn't took long to be solved, as a shadow blurred his face with more obscurity than the veil of the night, remembering him of the trade he made with the Devil. Immediately, he recalled himself, he was not alone, he haven't freed the Pearl, he could never guess what it would take him to do so… It was her. The woman aside him, Angelica, was the only person who knew the secret to free his beloved ship from the bottle where it was caged in.

As much as he, she was a pirate through blood and soul! So he knew, her help would end up being too expensive at the time to give something back for trade, what he also knew, was that the exchange would probably take him on a new journey.

Chosen by her, the trade would be a mythical silver sword, forged by God Himself when put into the world the bridge between Death and the Living. It was said such and item could only be found where no man had ever gone by and returned alive. The Bermuda Triangle.

Jack couldn't be more expectant for the moment he would hoist the sails and surf towards that new adventure. Now that he was not alone, had the Resistance fighting along with him, no cursed lands, mythical swords, magic creatures, would stop him at anything…. So as long as Angelica wished for it, Jack would sail. 'till the woman that could bury his heart would get all she ever wanted and all could offer her… The Death Sword!

The characters mentioned in this text are creation of the Walt Disney Pictures Company, so the author's copyright are belonging to the same company previously said.


Yap, I'm translating the re-written version I'm making in Portuguese here on Fanfiction. Hope you like it and review for critics, suggestions, opinions.

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