My first chapter is very short because the idea just came to me a few minutes ago. I'm trying out how it would begin.
(I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl)
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Black clouds traveled across the setting sun. It was a sign and Jack knew it. It had happened before, many years ago. It was something he didn't want to remember. He took a deep breath as he laid his right hand on the steering wheel of his beloved Black Pearl. What could be in store for him? He heard the winds blowing across his ships sails. It grew darker as the sun hid behind the horizon. The sky turned a brilliant crimson, reminding Jack of blood.
Jack was in such deep thought that he hardly noticed when another man arrived on deck. The man laid his hand on Jack's shoulder, causing him to jump.
"How's it be, Captain?"
"Winds are good," Jack said, his heartbeat returning to normal.
"Are ye alright?"
Jack gazed at the last sliver of the sun as it disappeared. It was now dark. Jack usually didn't mind, he was used to the darkness. After all, being a pirate for five years would make you get used to things like that. The scream of a deadly hurricane, the thrill of managing your ship during a storm, the explosions of cannons while overtaking another ship. It was all a part of his life now.
My old life is over, Jack thought to himself. I don't need to remember…tonight…
"Jack?"
"I'm sorry, what were ye saying?"
The man laughed, his stolen jewelry clinking. "I be thinking, Jack, that after so many years, this sea is gonna do something' to ye. I wouldn't be surprised if ye lost your mind!"
"I've already lost it," Jack grinned. "What else could be done to me?"
"Aye." Jack's friend leaned over the railing of the bow of the ship. He peered out into the now black sea.
"Ye never know, my dear friend, what could be in store for ye." Jack felt the iciness of his words cut him in the throat. He raised his hand to his neck to make sure blood wasn't dripping. "A lot of us don't end with a good life. Those who do often are thieves."
Jack looked again at where the sun used to be, as if his eyes longed for it to be there again. He could hear the sounds of the whales out somewhere in the ocean. The ocean. It was his home. He felt the sway of the boat, so familiar, but it felt different tonight. Was his boat against him?
From what little light there was on deck, Jack saw his friend walk back up to him. His short beard was black and dirty from the sea salt. His dark eyes hardly gleamed, regardless of the light. The feather in his hat fluttered, threatening to float away out of his wide brimmed hat. All else that could've been describable features, failed to show in the darkness.
"What do ye think, Jack? Do ye think luck be in store for us tomorrow?"
A black cloud shrouded Jack's mind, as he remembered the darkening sky just moments before.
"I hope so, Barbossa. I really hope so."