Please do not read if you haven't seen Pirates 3. This story picks off where the movie ended! This is a fast publication and a chapter preview. I will update frequently I finish most of all my stories and this will be a good one! I swear it!
There was nothing more foul and tempting then the smell of rum. The fumes of
the tavern coated the night air. Even the whore's perfume couldn't mask its nature. It took root in the bloodstream and turned the even most sensible and good-natured people into stumbling idiots. Even the taste was inescapable. Just a sip seeps through your mouth and teases your senses. A hunger and disease that most pirates couldn't deny. With urgency and a desire to rid oneself of the memories brought by the ships latest slaughter the drinker thrust the contains into her belly. Nose twitching at the all to familiar smell she slumped back in the chair and sighed deeply.
A girl her age and at the current time of night should be slumbering in her bed dreaming of the crushes and flowers. Or at least something of that sort. Being suited perhaps, an arranged marriage perhaps. Her mother had gotten married at her age. But then again as far as her mother was concerned she was dead. That's what she got for being a bastard of a one-night stand. Her mother should have just thrown her to the wolves and have been done with it. Now she was an outcast and a pirate. At least if their was enough of that world left to join. After the blood generals command hundreds of pirate had met their fates at the gallows. Many of her fellow crewmates and friends had died. Even now, pirates remained. New came just as old died. The never-ending cycle of death. Pirates were at best unreliable sources of information. But it was whispered that Davy Jones has retired and a new pirate guided the dead to their eternal homes. The pirate lords had been spared. But their was one of them she most desperately wanting to find.
Elizabeth Turner. She was key, her ticket to extend her years and out live the curse that plagued her. The damnation her mother had abandoned her due to.
It was rumored she was in search of the Fountain of Youth. If even a drop of that were witched liquid was to grace your lips and enter your body. No matter your illness or curse. You could live on, past the years of expected death, past everyone that knew of your existence. The captain of her ships first mate had been ranting on and on about the story that had unfolded only a month prior. That the mistress pirate King was after the waters so she could spend all eternity with her lover. If even at a heart-breaking cost. If Ms. Elizabeth knew where the location was. She could prove useful to her. In truth she hoped to persuade her into letting her be accompanion on her journey. Elizabeth had the map- or at least that what they had spoken in drunken slurs. She had something in her possession that would prove useful to Ms. Turner. If her persuasion methods didn't work, She would most likely kill Elizabeth and take the map for herself. After all, of what consequence was Ms. Turner to her? In Tortuga anything was possible. Her ship The Scarlet was re supplying. The men more likely chatting with the locals and drinking rum. Bilker, the first mate had sworn that he had heard from a cousin of a friend whose uncle had sailed the seas, that Ms. Turner was last seen in Tortuga. But once again pirates where at best unreliable. When you mix rum. They swear on their wooden legs that they saw a dragon tending the ports. She studied her glass, it seemed to be coated with grime.But it was to be expected. The bars and taverns were not famous for being clean. Or at the very least quiet. A brawl broke out in the back of the tavern and chaos rose throughout. In the midst of all the commotion a thin figure slide onto the stool next to her. A feminine voice, strong and commanding barked out for a glass of water. Slightly startled either by the order or by it being a glass of water and not rum or pint of ale the maid none the less nodded and set a glass down next to the strangers ripped coat sleeve. The stranger caught her eye and hesitated before smiling. "Rum is a foul and loathsome drink that makes even the best of people-'' To extend the point that the stranger was trying to express a large fat and ugly brute crashed into the bar his drink cascading down his front-side before he belched and passed out. "Well, you know." The stranger concluded. She had to turn to hide her own smile. She made sure to pull the brim of her hood down farther to avoid any unwanted questions. "You wouldn't happen to know any ships that need any crew would you? I am hoping to
catch up with the black Pearl?" The stranger sipped her drink and starred off into the distance.
Momentarily taken back she starred at the floor. This couldn't possibly be
Elizabeth Turner could it? What luck that would be to her if it was. Though before she
could even choke out her question the door slammed open and in flew an all to familiar
face. He was tracking her. Thinking quickly she leapt from her chair and gripped the
strangers arm that was in mid sip the water dripping down her chin. "
Come with me please" Maybe it was the shock of the action or the desperation in her voice but the women
followed without question and they disappeared into the night