Here it is, my first post. It goes to say it is dedicated to my friend (and life-saver godsend beta) Aithne, which I admire greatly. It seems unfair after all her kindness to reward her for all her time, efforts and kindness with this meager attempt at writing, but the truth is, whitout her constant confidence boosting encouragements, humor and support, I would have never written this, much less posted it. So please GO READ HER STORIES cause she is an AMAZING WRITER. Well here goes nothing:
Jack's revenge
A dark cloud was slowly gliding across the sky, revealing an almost entirely full moon. From the rays piercing the black night, one could see a grand ship conquering, devouring the waves, all sails out. And one could also see, if they chanced to look upon the deck at the back of the ship, a skeleton being, pacing back and forth behind the wheel in an agitated manner.
Jack was angry. Very angry. He couldn't just forget the whole incident; he was not one to be crossed lightly. Now he would have to plan carefully because, he had to admit, those two were more cunning than the people he usually dealt with. Nonetheless, he couldn't very well let them go unpunished. After all, he thought, climbing the railing and siting on it, he had a reputation to uphold.
Absentmindedly, he surveyed the lower decks where the crew was celebrating their latest commandeering with the rum and provisions seized on board. A bunch of idiots those pirates are. If he had finally come to terms with the fact that he couldn't savor drinks and food anymore, why couldn't they? Aye, lousy undead louts the lots of them be, Jack thought grudgingly, eyeing one of them in particular, who even decided to dress himself in the women's clothes they'd found along with the jewels. Rolling his eyes, Jack jumped from were he was perched. Fuming, he ran straight to the captain's quarters, slamming the door behind him.
Settling on his favorite seating, he began to openly sulk now that he was in private. His mind wandered back to the pirate who was absurdly dressed in drag. The masquerading fool had made him think back to that time when those two had stumbled into his life. That - that girl! He could not believe the audacity that gal had. To slaphim like that and then throw him overboard... Wait until he thought of a way to get his revenge. Then she would pay dearly for it. And that husband of hers too...after all, he had stolen his medallion. If there was one thing Jack coudn't stand, it was when someone touched his things. They would both know his wrath and they would be sorry their paths ever crossed.
Grimacing, he reviewed the events of this last year, starting with when he had first met them. You would think after retrieving his prized posession twice, he would not have had to face them anymore. But no, even if he had quickly fled, after sneaking out the second time he had retrieved it, and had been very careful to stay hidden ever since, it looked like they might have found him yet again. Now it might be due to the pitiful performance of their new captain - he certainly did not have Barbossa's finesse and talent for plotting or, neither less to say, his panache - but it was also true that they were just way too lucky in finding him. It had to be because of the dubious bond they once shared - the curse.
Ok, that's it folks. I know, I know, kinda short. But hey, it's just a prologue. Well let me know what you think about it, review, email or even IM me (everything you need is on my bio page... address, MSN, AIM) I would love to hear about it. See you soon?
Thank you!
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