Chapter 1
Caribbean, 1700's
Jack Sparrow nearly blacked out. He was onboard the Flying Dutchman, the ghost ship of Davy Jones, and had recently tried to stab his heart to become captain of the cursed ship. He thought to moments before, where he and Jones were engaged in a duel above the top yards of the mast, before they fell down and Jones gained the upper hand. As Elizabeth Swann swung over and began fighting Jones, Jack grabbed the key to the Dead Man's Chest and pulled out the heart, just in time to see Jones knock Elizabeth down and pin Will Turner to the deck.
"Tell me, William Turner," Davy Jones sneered. "Do ye fear death?"
"NO!" someone screamed. Both Jack and Jones turned around as Will Turner's father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, grabbed the heart from Jack and plunged a knife into it. Jones jerked back, as if having a seizure, only gasping out "Calypso" before falling into the maelstrom below, dead. The Dutchman sinking, and Jack grabbed a ripped sail, and using it as a parachute, flew Elizabeth, Will, and himself to safety on the Black Pearl. Not long after, he watched in horror as Cutler Beckett's ship, the Endeavour, started readying the canons, about to sink the Pearl. Suddenly, everyone watched as the Flying Dutchman rose up, no longer covered in sea life and able to start anew. The Pearl and Dutchman sailed to either sides of Beckett's ship, before pummeling it in cannon fire. Beckett slowly descended the staircase, calmly accepting his fate, as his ship was blown apart. All the pirates began cheering once the ship was down, but unfortunately, the East India Trading Company's fleet did not sail away as they had hoped, and instead, advanced.
"So what now, Jack?" Barbossa asked, suddenly worried. Jack thought it over, weighing the options.
"Time to call in some friends." Jack sighed, pulling a small glowing device from his coat pocket. The device was small in shape, had a bright blue orb in the middle, and did not look like it belonged in that time.
"Avengers…" Jack said into it. "...Assemble."
