Hey everyone! This, if you didn't already know, is the sequel to my other
fanfic, The Tomb of Lost Pirates. It takes place a year and a half later
after my first story ended. I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please R&R!
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It was dark that night; the moon was hidden behind the clouds. The docks were quiet in St. Vincent, and not a sound could be heard in that rough part of town.
All of a sudden, out of the darkness, footsteps were heard; fast footsteps. Turning round a corner comes a frantic girl, gasping for air as she suddenly halts. Her dress was torn, hair completely messed up. She was no older than seventeen. Behind her, voices were heard and the girl started to run again.
Then, abruptly, the girl fell, tripping on some old cans lying in the narrow street. The growling voices got closer, and the girl frantically tried to get up, but, she had scratched her leg and it bled, hurting at every motion. The girl struggled to get up, but as she did, she realized it was too late.
A forceful hand grabbed her arm, and pushed her against a wall. "Well, poppet, you can run, tha's for sure. But, we're jus' too fast fer ya." The grungy pirate laughed with another pirate, both looking over the frightened girl. Then the first pirate spoke again, "Don't worry missy, it'll only hurt just a bit." The girl closed her teary eyes as the pirate began ripping her dress more.
But all of a sudden, the girl felt the ruthless pirate fall away from her. She opened her eyes to see what had happened, but all she could make out in the darkness were three figures. One of the grungy pirates tried to knock out one of their attackers, but was stopped and kicked in the groin, and then hit in the stomach. Then the other pirate approached, and the stranger punched him the nose.
Wincing in pain, the two pirates ran away, leaving the girl and her savior alone. The girl came towards him a little, and spoke very softly, "Thank you, sir. It's a miracle you came by, I'm very grateful." The stranger then walked straight up the girl, showing his face in the streetlight. "Anytime love, say, why don't you come along with me and we'll get to know each other better, then we'll call it even! What's you says to that, ey?"
The moment the infamous Jack Sparrow said that, the girl slapped him hard across the face and ran away from him, limping from her leg. "Fine! Be that way! I only just saved your life!" He hollered to the girl. But soon, she was gone.
"Ugh, I hate this stupid town!" Jack Sparrow walked through the port, going back to what he set out to do. He searched the port, looking for a way off of the island. Then, he saw a merchant ship, it wasn't so huge, and he didn't see anyone around.
Jack looked around, then snuck onboard, going below deck for a place to hide. He looked around the ship, and finally found a place to hide and get some shut-eye in a cabin holding spices and herbs. He walked in and got behind a couple of big sacks, and then heard noises on deck. The merchants had returned, and Jack lay down as quietly as he could and went to sleep.
He knew he couldn't find anymore help in St. Vincent, so the next stop, he'd seek out anyone that he knew would help him in his desperate situation.
3 months earlier...
"This is the last time I'm gonna ask ya Knightly! Clean up the galley!" Captain Archer barked at his cabin boy (or cabin girl actually). Amera finished cleaning up the deck and headed down to the galley, away from the horrible captain.
She had been on the Avenger for almost a year now, and it wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. Sure, she got to go out and raid the ports that they invaded with the others. However, the captain still made her clean while she was on the ship, nothing else. Amera's anger raged and she knew soon that she would put her plan into play. She would take care of Archer.
Amera entered the galley; it was barren as she went over to retrieve a mop. She took a bucket full of water and set it next to her and began mopping. After about ten minutes had passed, she realized that she was almost done. She finally mopped the rest of the floor and put away the mop and bucket. But as she did so, she heard a noise that sounded like a twine.
She looked over her shoulder at one of the tables and saw a young pirate sitting there. He was tuning his guitar, and Amera started listening to him for a minute, impressed that some of her shipmates had talent. The pirate kept playing, hard and fast. He was so passionate about every chord, Amera could see it in his eyes.
The boy didn't notice Amera, it seemed he didn't care. He looked quite young, probably eighteen or nineteen to Amera. His fingers strummed the guitar and his brown eyes grew wide. His sandy blonde hair fell over his face in curls. There was so much emotion put into his song.
Then, the pirate stopped, completing the song. Amera finally came over to him then, sitting down next to him. The boy looked up at her, and Amera spoke, "What's your name, boy?" The boy pondered a minute, and then replied, "Andrew." She smiled vaguely and kept talking to him. "I haven't seen you on this ship before. You're new aren't you?" Andrew nodded, "I came from Martinique."
There was a momentary silence, then the boy looked over to Amera curiously. "Umm, you're her, aren't you?" She became confused, "Her who?" "Ya know, Amera Knightly. One of the most ruthless pirates in the Caribbean!" Amera laughed, "Well, yeah, I guess you can say tha'." Then Andrew turned a little more serious, "Then, why are you the cabin boy?" She rolled her eyes at this. "Archer doesn't believe in a woman helping with anything on a ship, besides the chores. It's a miracle I'm able to go on raids. But soon, I'll restore my image!" The boy laughed a little.
Amera smiled at Andrew, then curiously spoke, "So, when you left Martinique, did you leave anyone behind? Family? Friends?" Andrew began playing his guitar again, "No, I have no one in my life." I know the feeling, Amera thought. "Did you ever though? Was there ever anyone you were close to?" He paused for a moment, and she saw sadness flicker in his eyes. "Yes, actually. There was a girl; I was in love with her."
"Oh, well, I don't mean to be rude, but what happened?" "Her family left Martinique, they were heading for Grenada. I haven't heard from her since. But, that was long ago." Amera leaned in to the soft spoken pirate. "What was her name?" "Rachel."
Amera sighed, "I'm sorry Andrew. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. It's, well, it's hard." Andrew looked back at his guitar and kept playing it, but softly. The strumming went through Amera's mind, and she began to wonder where Jack was, and what he was doing.
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The morning air was about to come over the ocean as the Avenger sailed over the Caribbean Sea. Amera was asleep in her cabin, along with others shipmates. It had been hard for her to try to sleep the night before, but she was now resting peacefully. Peacefully, that is, until she was suddenly splashed with a cold bucket of water.
She jumped up from her cot and screamed. She wiped the water from her eyes and looked over at the pirate who had thrown water on her. She gave him an evil look, waiting for an explanation.
"So sorry Amera! But the Captain ordered me to! Said you need to start early this morning on your tasks. You know the drill!" Amera groaned furiously as she went into another cabin to change her shirt, which was soaked. This will be a long day! She thought to herself.
It had been twelve hours since Amera began working that day, and the sun was now setting. That was without doubt the worst day of my life! Captain Archer had put her to work, that's for sure. He was barking at her the whole time too, and when she complained, he'd make her do even more things. Then, she became so furious at one point, she stood up and hit him. The Captain didn't bleed, but he did hit her down to the ground with his fist, and went over to steer at the helm, leaving her to finish her chores. Amera just hoped she wouldn't have a black eye.
She headed down into the hall, making her way towards her cabin. However, on her way, she heard roaring voices inside the galley. Amera stopped and cracked open the door, looking in at the pirates inside. Almost everyone of the crew was there, they were arguing over something, but Amera didn't know what.
She looked to see if anyone was in the hall, as the pirates hushed their voices. Amera poked her head in a little more to hear their discussion. One extremely dirty pirate whispered, "We have to go something about Archer! He's drivin' me mad! Even more than I already am!"
Other pirates mumbled in agreement and another pirate, who was quite short, spoke up. "He's been pushing us for far too long! Somethin' must be done!" The pirates started to raise their voices, until someone that Amera hadn't seen on the ship before stood up. He was somewhat tall, with curly golden brown hair almost to his shoulders. He was very tan, and he had dark green eyes.
"We will take care of Archer! What we need to do is form a plan! Archer has men on this ship that are loyal to him! We need a way to get around them! Does anyone have any ideas of how to get rid of him?" The room fell silent; the crew wasn't exactly the brightest bunch.
Then, Amera decided that she should take advantage of the situation. She stepped into the room and walked up to the table. "I have a plan, gentlemen, if you don't mind me saying so!" The men were speechless, everyone knew of her reputation. They were shocked, however, because Amera had only spoken to two people on this whole ship for the past year.
Then the green-eyed man replied, "Alright Knightly, what's your idea?" Amera grinned at him, she had prepared for this ever since the day she first met Robert Archer.
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It was almost three in the morning; the entire ship sailed in complete silence. Captain Archer was asleep in his gigantic cabin, in the center of the hallway. It was watched by two men; obviously the crew was not to be trusted.
Then, Andrew, the guitar boy, came out from the right side of the hallway, making his way to the two guards. He was playing his guitar softly as he went, not looking at the pirates at all. Then, by the first pirate, he stopped, still playing. Both of them watched him, curiously. All of a sudden, someone tapped the second guard from behind him. As he turned, the pirate that tapped him punched him in the face, knocking him out.
As the guard fell to the floor, the first guard looked to see what had happened. But, as he did so, Andrew hit him in the head with his guitar. The guard fell down fast, and the two pirates smiled with delight.
Inside the Captain's room, the Captain was asleep. Suddenly, when he heard two clunks outside his door, he woke up and sat up in his bed. Then, there were angry voices outside his door. People were banging on his door, trying to get it open. Luckily, the Captain locked it, but he felt his luck may not last for long.
The captain reached under his pillow, pulling out his pistol. He loaded it and prepared to fire, hoping that it would just be a couple drunk, angry pirates. Then, with a big crash, the door swung open and pirates ran in the room.
Captain Archer shot his pistol, hitting a pirate who fell down instantly. Other pirates started to charge him, but they were stopped by some of Archer's loyal crewmembers who came up behind them. The pirates fought in the hallway as well as in the Captain's room. There was madness all around.
The Captain started to get out of his bed, when he felt a sharp pain at his neck. He looked up into the eyes of Amera Knightly. He gulped as she leaned in close to his face. "Morning Cap'n. Sorry to wake you so early, we just had to have an urgent meeting with you." The Captain looked around for anyone who could help him, but Amera just held her sword tighter.
Then suddenly, Amera felt someone grab both her arms and pull her away from Archer. She turned her head to see two of Archer's men had grabbed her. The fighting ceased when this happened, and Captain Archer stood up. "Well, well, what I thought was my loyal crew has turned against me and planned this mutiny! At least I still have some associates who have helped me in dealing with you all!"
He eyed all the pirates; Andrew, the green-eyed man, Amera and the others who had betrayed him. "Now all I want to know is whose idea this was. That is the only person I want to deal with! Speak damn it!"
The room fell silent; no one knew what to do. Not a soul knew who to give the blame for this to, so no one spoke. Right before Archer screamed again, a solemn voice spoke out, "It was me Archer!" Everyone turned toward Amera. Archer signaled the men to let her go, and she gladly walked away from them towards Archer. "I gave these fine pirates this plan, I've hated you from the start Archer, and I'm fed up with your shit! It's time we take care of you, once and for all!"
The Captain laughed at her gloatingly. "What's you gonna do about it Knightly? I have men on this ship that could wipe you out in a second!" Amera went straight up to Archer's old wrinkled face, and brought her hand up and slapped him hard across the face; "I'm gonna challenge you to a duel."
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Well, that's the first chapter! Hope you guys loved it! Please R&R, I love getting comments. New chapter will be posted soon! ~midnightdreams87
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It was dark that night; the moon was hidden behind the clouds. The docks were quiet in St. Vincent, and not a sound could be heard in that rough part of town.
All of a sudden, out of the darkness, footsteps were heard; fast footsteps. Turning round a corner comes a frantic girl, gasping for air as she suddenly halts. Her dress was torn, hair completely messed up. She was no older than seventeen. Behind her, voices were heard and the girl started to run again.
Then, abruptly, the girl fell, tripping on some old cans lying in the narrow street. The growling voices got closer, and the girl frantically tried to get up, but, she had scratched her leg and it bled, hurting at every motion. The girl struggled to get up, but as she did, she realized it was too late.
A forceful hand grabbed her arm, and pushed her against a wall. "Well, poppet, you can run, tha's for sure. But, we're jus' too fast fer ya." The grungy pirate laughed with another pirate, both looking over the frightened girl. Then the first pirate spoke again, "Don't worry missy, it'll only hurt just a bit." The girl closed her teary eyes as the pirate began ripping her dress more.
But all of a sudden, the girl felt the ruthless pirate fall away from her. She opened her eyes to see what had happened, but all she could make out in the darkness were three figures. One of the grungy pirates tried to knock out one of their attackers, but was stopped and kicked in the groin, and then hit in the stomach. Then the other pirate approached, and the stranger punched him the nose.
Wincing in pain, the two pirates ran away, leaving the girl and her savior alone. The girl came towards him a little, and spoke very softly, "Thank you, sir. It's a miracle you came by, I'm very grateful." The stranger then walked straight up the girl, showing his face in the streetlight. "Anytime love, say, why don't you come along with me and we'll get to know each other better, then we'll call it even! What's you says to that, ey?"
The moment the infamous Jack Sparrow said that, the girl slapped him hard across the face and ran away from him, limping from her leg. "Fine! Be that way! I only just saved your life!" He hollered to the girl. But soon, she was gone.
"Ugh, I hate this stupid town!" Jack Sparrow walked through the port, going back to what he set out to do. He searched the port, looking for a way off of the island. Then, he saw a merchant ship, it wasn't so huge, and he didn't see anyone around.
Jack looked around, then snuck onboard, going below deck for a place to hide. He looked around the ship, and finally found a place to hide and get some shut-eye in a cabin holding spices and herbs. He walked in and got behind a couple of big sacks, and then heard noises on deck. The merchants had returned, and Jack lay down as quietly as he could and went to sleep.
He knew he couldn't find anymore help in St. Vincent, so the next stop, he'd seek out anyone that he knew would help him in his desperate situation.
3 months earlier...
"This is the last time I'm gonna ask ya Knightly! Clean up the galley!" Captain Archer barked at his cabin boy (or cabin girl actually). Amera finished cleaning up the deck and headed down to the galley, away from the horrible captain.
She had been on the Avenger for almost a year now, and it wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. Sure, she got to go out and raid the ports that they invaded with the others. However, the captain still made her clean while she was on the ship, nothing else. Amera's anger raged and she knew soon that she would put her plan into play. She would take care of Archer.
Amera entered the galley; it was barren as she went over to retrieve a mop. She took a bucket full of water and set it next to her and began mopping. After about ten minutes had passed, she realized that she was almost done. She finally mopped the rest of the floor and put away the mop and bucket. But as she did so, she heard a noise that sounded like a twine.
She looked over her shoulder at one of the tables and saw a young pirate sitting there. He was tuning his guitar, and Amera started listening to him for a minute, impressed that some of her shipmates had talent. The pirate kept playing, hard and fast. He was so passionate about every chord, Amera could see it in his eyes.
The boy didn't notice Amera, it seemed he didn't care. He looked quite young, probably eighteen or nineteen to Amera. His fingers strummed the guitar and his brown eyes grew wide. His sandy blonde hair fell over his face in curls. There was so much emotion put into his song.
Then, the pirate stopped, completing the song. Amera finally came over to him then, sitting down next to him. The boy looked up at her, and Amera spoke, "What's your name, boy?" The boy pondered a minute, and then replied, "Andrew." She smiled vaguely and kept talking to him. "I haven't seen you on this ship before. You're new aren't you?" Andrew nodded, "I came from Martinique."
There was a momentary silence, then the boy looked over to Amera curiously. "Umm, you're her, aren't you?" She became confused, "Her who?" "Ya know, Amera Knightly. One of the most ruthless pirates in the Caribbean!" Amera laughed, "Well, yeah, I guess you can say tha'." Then Andrew turned a little more serious, "Then, why are you the cabin boy?" She rolled her eyes at this. "Archer doesn't believe in a woman helping with anything on a ship, besides the chores. It's a miracle I'm able to go on raids. But soon, I'll restore my image!" The boy laughed a little.
Amera smiled at Andrew, then curiously spoke, "So, when you left Martinique, did you leave anyone behind? Family? Friends?" Andrew began playing his guitar again, "No, I have no one in my life." I know the feeling, Amera thought. "Did you ever though? Was there ever anyone you were close to?" He paused for a moment, and she saw sadness flicker in his eyes. "Yes, actually. There was a girl; I was in love with her."
"Oh, well, I don't mean to be rude, but what happened?" "Her family left Martinique, they were heading for Grenada. I haven't heard from her since. But, that was long ago." Amera leaned in to the soft spoken pirate. "What was her name?" "Rachel."
Amera sighed, "I'm sorry Andrew. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. It's, well, it's hard." Andrew looked back at his guitar and kept playing it, but softly. The strumming went through Amera's mind, and she began to wonder where Jack was, and what he was doing.
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The morning air was about to come over the ocean as the Avenger sailed over the Caribbean Sea. Amera was asleep in her cabin, along with others shipmates. It had been hard for her to try to sleep the night before, but she was now resting peacefully. Peacefully, that is, until she was suddenly splashed with a cold bucket of water.
She jumped up from her cot and screamed. She wiped the water from her eyes and looked over at the pirate who had thrown water on her. She gave him an evil look, waiting for an explanation.
"So sorry Amera! But the Captain ordered me to! Said you need to start early this morning on your tasks. You know the drill!" Amera groaned furiously as she went into another cabin to change her shirt, which was soaked. This will be a long day! She thought to herself.
It had been twelve hours since Amera began working that day, and the sun was now setting. That was without doubt the worst day of my life! Captain Archer had put her to work, that's for sure. He was barking at her the whole time too, and when she complained, he'd make her do even more things. Then, she became so furious at one point, she stood up and hit him. The Captain didn't bleed, but he did hit her down to the ground with his fist, and went over to steer at the helm, leaving her to finish her chores. Amera just hoped she wouldn't have a black eye.
She headed down into the hall, making her way towards her cabin. However, on her way, she heard roaring voices inside the galley. Amera stopped and cracked open the door, looking in at the pirates inside. Almost everyone of the crew was there, they were arguing over something, but Amera didn't know what.
She looked to see if anyone was in the hall, as the pirates hushed their voices. Amera poked her head in a little more to hear their discussion. One extremely dirty pirate whispered, "We have to go something about Archer! He's drivin' me mad! Even more than I already am!"
Other pirates mumbled in agreement and another pirate, who was quite short, spoke up. "He's been pushing us for far too long! Somethin' must be done!" The pirates started to raise their voices, until someone that Amera hadn't seen on the ship before stood up. He was somewhat tall, with curly golden brown hair almost to his shoulders. He was very tan, and he had dark green eyes.
"We will take care of Archer! What we need to do is form a plan! Archer has men on this ship that are loyal to him! We need a way to get around them! Does anyone have any ideas of how to get rid of him?" The room fell silent; the crew wasn't exactly the brightest bunch.
Then, Amera decided that she should take advantage of the situation. She stepped into the room and walked up to the table. "I have a plan, gentlemen, if you don't mind me saying so!" The men were speechless, everyone knew of her reputation. They were shocked, however, because Amera had only spoken to two people on this whole ship for the past year.
Then the green-eyed man replied, "Alright Knightly, what's your idea?" Amera grinned at him, she had prepared for this ever since the day she first met Robert Archer.
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It was almost three in the morning; the entire ship sailed in complete silence. Captain Archer was asleep in his gigantic cabin, in the center of the hallway. It was watched by two men; obviously the crew was not to be trusted.
Then, Andrew, the guitar boy, came out from the right side of the hallway, making his way to the two guards. He was playing his guitar softly as he went, not looking at the pirates at all. Then, by the first pirate, he stopped, still playing. Both of them watched him, curiously. All of a sudden, someone tapped the second guard from behind him. As he turned, the pirate that tapped him punched him in the face, knocking him out.
As the guard fell to the floor, the first guard looked to see what had happened. But, as he did so, Andrew hit him in the head with his guitar. The guard fell down fast, and the two pirates smiled with delight.
Inside the Captain's room, the Captain was asleep. Suddenly, when he heard two clunks outside his door, he woke up and sat up in his bed. Then, there were angry voices outside his door. People were banging on his door, trying to get it open. Luckily, the Captain locked it, but he felt his luck may not last for long.
The captain reached under his pillow, pulling out his pistol. He loaded it and prepared to fire, hoping that it would just be a couple drunk, angry pirates. Then, with a big crash, the door swung open and pirates ran in the room.
Captain Archer shot his pistol, hitting a pirate who fell down instantly. Other pirates started to charge him, but they were stopped by some of Archer's loyal crewmembers who came up behind them. The pirates fought in the hallway as well as in the Captain's room. There was madness all around.
The Captain started to get out of his bed, when he felt a sharp pain at his neck. He looked up into the eyes of Amera Knightly. He gulped as she leaned in close to his face. "Morning Cap'n. Sorry to wake you so early, we just had to have an urgent meeting with you." The Captain looked around for anyone who could help him, but Amera just held her sword tighter.
Then suddenly, Amera felt someone grab both her arms and pull her away from Archer. She turned her head to see two of Archer's men had grabbed her. The fighting ceased when this happened, and Captain Archer stood up. "Well, well, what I thought was my loyal crew has turned against me and planned this mutiny! At least I still have some associates who have helped me in dealing with you all!"
He eyed all the pirates; Andrew, the green-eyed man, Amera and the others who had betrayed him. "Now all I want to know is whose idea this was. That is the only person I want to deal with! Speak damn it!"
The room fell silent; no one knew what to do. Not a soul knew who to give the blame for this to, so no one spoke. Right before Archer screamed again, a solemn voice spoke out, "It was me Archer!" Everyone turned toward Amera. Archer signaled the men to let her go, and she gladly walked away from them towards Archer. "I gave these fine pirates this plan, I've hated you from the start Archer, and I'm fed up with your shit! It's time we take care of you, once and for all!"
The Captain laughed at her gloatingly. "What's you gonna do about it Knightly? I have men on this ship that could wipe you out in a second!" Amera went straight up to Archer's old wrinkled face, and brought her hand up and slapped him hard across the face; "I'm gonna challenge you to a duel."
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Well, that's the first chapter! Hope you guys loved it! Please R&R, I love getting comments. New chapter will be posted soon! ~midnightdreams87