AN: Don't ask. Seriously. I have no idea where that came from. I just watched the trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean 5 and...well...plot bunnies.
Disclaimer: Neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor DGM belong to me ;-;
"And don't ya dare to show yer screwed up face here 'gain", shouted the bar tender and threw the piss drunk ex-privateer out of the 'Sunk'n Norwegian'*.
Music echoed through the crowded and loud room, many people laughing and cheering or letting themselves be entertained by the tavern's women; all in all a pretty normal night in an average tavern in Tortuga.
Except for a young man who hid himself underneath a black and hooded cloak who held a bottle of rum in his hand and sat in one of the darkest corners of the tavern.
Suddenly the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow appeared next to him and sat down at his table, bored from just sitting at a table and waiting for people to hire. He still needed 96 souls for Davy Jones...
The hooded man glanced up and the candle's light was reflected in pools of deep silver.
"Yes?", asked the melodious voice of the man and curiosity shone in his eyes.
"Do you wish to sail the seas until the end of your days and even farther than that?", asked Jack and took a swing from his bottle.
A melodious laugh escaped from under the hood.
"Sorry Captain Sparrow but I won't let myself be sold to Davy Jones", replied the man, amusement evident in his voice.
Jack blinked.
And blinked again.
"What", was all the proud captain of the Black Pearl could answer.
"You heard me. And I have my own ship so don't bother asking", chuckled the stranger and took a swing of his rum.
"But how do you know...?", whispered Jack and narrowed his eyes slightly before leaning back in his chair.
"You're not one of his allies, are ya?"
A snort followed Jack's question.
"You know even better than me that Davy Jones does not need allies. He has the Flying Dutchman. That's all he needs."
A shiver ran down Jack's spine. He knew all too well what the 'Flying Dutchman' and her captain as well as her crew were capable of.
"But do you know what people are sayin' 'round here right? That the Black Pearl with her captain and her crew is the only thing ol' Davy Jones is afraid of?", added the stranger and gulped down the rest of his rum.
"If you still need souls then free some idiots from the prison and offer them a better live. They'll fall for it", said the stranger and left a stunned Jack in his seat.
"Guys! We're moving out!", shouted the cloaked figure and ten men, all clad in black rose from their seats and followed him.
Squinting his eyes at the retreating backs of the men Jack spotted some sort of white emblem on their backs. Was that a crown?
AN: What did I just write? Never mind. I had fun writing this and if you guys review and tell me what you think about this maybe I'll continue this...if I can think up a decent plot and when I'm finished with my other story 'The Millenium Wizard' (sorry for the self-advertisement).
Anyway thanks for reading and please tell me what you think and the writing/grammar mistakes I made.
*The tavern is named after the song 'The Sunk'n Norwegian' by Alestorm.