Power: Completely rewrote Dreamlocked. :D Now it actually has a storyline. XD Chapter 1: Tastes Like Honey
Bootstrap Bill Turner followed along behind Koleniko as he headed into the Captain's cabin.
The boarding party was a little unnerved by their discovery. Several of the wrecked ship's crewmembers were dead, but they had clearly been burnt alive, although their surroundings were completely untouched.
You see why I didn't touch them?
"Maybe it's a disease," Clanker had offered.
"Whatever the reason," Maccus had said. "I'm not touching them either." So he had sent them off to look for something suspicious.
Bootstrap glanced apprehensively around at the interior of the cabin. Nothing seemed out of place.
Koleniko spotted a bottle on the table in the middle of the room and made a beeline for it. He uncorked it and sniffed at the contents. It smelled sweet. So he took a swig.
"Bootstrap! Taste this, it's delicious."
Bill took the bottle, sniffed it as Koleniko had and took a gulp. He nodded approvingly. "Tastes like honey."
Koleniko pulled the bottle out of his hand and headed outside, Bootstrap following. "Let's give some to the others."
They found Clanker and Hadras fairly quickly. They both agreed it was delicious and wanted more. Bootstrap insisted that they should give some Maccus, as he was standing not too far away. So they did. The First Mate's eyes lit up at the taste.
The Kraken had stuck around, wanting to know the cause of the strange deaths. She had picked up the quintet's excitement and was now interested to know what it was about.
Would it be too much to ask if I could have some?
The group exchanged looks.
"Well-" Maccus began.
"Of course you can," Bootstrap cut in.
So the First Mate handed the bottle to one of Charybdis' large tentacles. They watched as she deposited most of the bottle into her mouth and sighed.
Ooooooooh. It's sweet. What is it?
"I think it's honey," said Hadras.
Charybdis pulled the bottle closer to her eye, examining the contents. I think there's just enough for Father. With that, she swept across to the Flying Dutchman, the tentacle still protruding from the sea, and thrust the bottle at Davy Jones. He took it and went to sniff the contents, but remembered that he had no nose.
"It's a little too sweet for me," he concluded and handed the now empty bottle to a crewman to take down to the hold.
Are there no survivors, Mr. Maccus?
None, Captain.
Is the salvage complete?
Aye.
Then withdraw to the ship.
Aye, aye, Captain.
The top deck of the Flying Dutchman was a hive of activity. The day crew were heading down to their hammocks, leaving the night watchman, Ogilvey, to man the wheel.
Bootstrap Bill yawned and collapsed into his hammock wondering why he felt so tired when he had not done much that day. As he had passed by, he had noticed that Maccus and Koleniko were already sound asleep. Clanker was in the next hammock along. He had almost nodded off as soon his head touched the material. Was it normal to drift off this easily, Bill wondered as his eyes closed.
Davy Jones yawned and rubbed at his suddenly leaden eyelids. He usually found falling asleep a chore and was often still awake hours after the crew had turned in for the night. Not wishing to nod off, yet again, before his organ, earning himself another aching neck in the morning, he stood up and staggered to his bed. He just managed to reach it before he fell asleep.
Charybdis liked sleep. She did not sleep often, more because of the fact that she did not tire easily than because she was kept awake. It was about now that she was due for a rest she decided, so she swam, slowly for the shallows, not too far in that she could become run aground on, but far enough for the sand to be warmer. Once settled comfortably enough, she let sleep take her.
Bootstrap Bill Turner opened his eyes. The sun beat down on him from a clear, blue sky. He could feel its heat. A gentle breeze accosted him. He could feel it coolness. He could feel it. But it was a different kind of feel. In dreams touch was the ghost of the sense. You felt something because you had felt it before and remembered feeling it. But this felt real.
He looked around. A vast, pale beach stretched before him. A thick, dark blue line across the horizon told him that he was not too far from the sea. He turned around. The beach rose up into a sand dune and he could see tufts of long grass growing on the top where the beach became land. Above the sand dune, he could see a mountain range so tall as to appear to hold up the sky. It appeared quite a distance away. He heard movement to his left and turned to look.
He was not alone.
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