Not All That Glitters is Gold
Moonlight flooded over the deck of the Black Pearl, bathing the black sails and dark wood in a ghostly glow. It was silent, except for voices high up in the rigging.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me," the voice sang, as its owner took a swig of rum from the bottle they were holding. Another voice cut through the off-key singing of the other. "Will you shut up? That song is getting a bit annoying." Yet a third voice followed with an "Aye".
Jack Sparrow looked up to face Will, who was pacing back and forth on the swaying yard. The main topsail was blowing gently beneath their feet. Elizabeth kept her silence, sitting on the next yard over.
"Well, I suppose I should tell you why you are sitting up here, not sleeping below deck," Jack began.
"Just tell us, Jack!" Elizabeth said, obviously annoyed.
"We need to find a treasure, in order to secure my freedom from being the captain of the Flying Dutchman. I don't like the thought of tentacles," he said, stroking his beard to make a point.
"We need to make port in Tortuga to find an old shipmate of mine. You know, you remind me of her, love," Jack said, looking at Elizabeth. Will rolled his eyes. He just wished Jack would stop delaying the answer and just tell them. They were his best mates.
"What's her name?" Elizabeth asked, slightly disinterested. "Her name," Jack began, "is Emily Hull." Will's head snapped up at the name. "Emily Hull? Isn't she the daughter of James Hull, the famous EITC Captain?" Will asked.
"Yes, mate, but she turned against her father the day she witnessed a pirate's hanging. Since then, she's been sailing the seas with her crew of women. They sure are a feisty lot. It'd be best if you don't cross them. Only thing worse than the Undead is an angry female pirate. I know from experience, mate," Jack stated, "Emily also holds something very dear to us pirates. The Key to the Caves, and more specifically, the Chest," Jack rambled on, swigging his rum occasionally.
"You don't mean, the Caves? The ones said to be of solid gold with treasure enough to make every man a king?" Elizabeth said.
"Aye, that's the one, love. I meself have only been in the Caves on select occasions, but they are certainly a sight to behold," Jack replied.
"What exactly is the Chest, Jack?" Will asked.
"The chest holds an old, old map, created by the first pirates, that has the location of every piece of pirate gold in the Caribbean. Whenever new gold is buried, its location is inked onto this map. It is kept in a stone and iron chest. Rather unnoticeable in the Caves," Jack finished.
The Black Pearl was soon surrounded by a layer of fog, which enhanced the silence. Elizabeth was the first to break it.
"Well, I think it's high time we be getting below decks. Goodnight," she said cheerily as she clambered down the rigging and disappeared into the sailor's quarters. Will soon followed suit, heading below decks behind Elizabeth. Jack remained sitting in the rigging. He checked his compass time and time again, and taking occasional swigs from his bottle of rum.
"Drink up, me hearties yo ho," Jack said as he climbed down the rigging and went into his quarters, drinking rum all the while.
To most likely be continued…. Leave a review telling me if you want it to be continued or not. Thanks! ^_^