Author:MiRoRmInX
Hey everybody! In case you hadn't noticed I'm a new author and I haven't written anything before. Some info about me:
I come from New Zealand, yes the place with Lord of the Rings and Whale Rider (and The Last Samurai as it happens). I've just turned 14 and I'm very much into fantasy/historical fiction books and movies. My fav. books are Harry Potter (and the movies), lord of the rings (I like the movies better), the Wheel of Time series, the 'Outlander'series, and the 'Into the Wilderness' series by Sara Donati. Fav. movies are Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean, Love Actually, Harry Potter and all Orlanod Bloom movies. As I said, this is my first story, so read it and review, but be nice please!! It will be multi-chaptered but I don't know how long it will take me to write a chapter so you'll also have to be patient. Oh and also, this story is dedicated to my bestie…FalconWing (read her stories too, I guarantee you they're better than mine!!). Lol anyway here goes….
Dangerous Temptations P.o.t.C
Chapter One: Last the Night
"Jack, please! Don't be stupid! Please think about it! It wasn't my fault I swear! I was scared, Jack, scared! There was nothing I could do!! Please don't kill me!"
They were so close. So close to victory. A single sword thrust and it would all be over. All the pain and torment would be finished. And yet, something stayed Jack's hand. The sword tip quivered and blurred in Jack's vision. He couldn't do it, that was all, he just couldn't. The sword fell from Jack's hand and landed with a soft thud against the wooden boards of the deck. Silence fell amongst the crowd of men, pirates and sailors alike. All eyes were now focused on Jack. He had failed them.
Sir Thomas Welling rose slow and trembling from his place on the deck at Jack's feet. The sniveling rat risked a glance at Jack's face, but Jack had turned away, his head bent. The broad shoulders trembled briefly and a low, whimpering sound came from his direction. Welling stared at the quivering back, amazed; Captain Jack Sparrow, the one and only legendary pirate, the last real threat in the Caribbean…was crying! A titter went through the group of assembled men but Welling shot a sharp glance at them and it was quickly cut off. Here was his chance to claim it all, the ship, the prisoners, the goods and the honor of bringing Jack Sparrow into Port Royal. Welling smirked. Yes, this was what he had been dreaming of. He would make Commodore Norrington so proud of his son so as to forget his previous follies with Jack Sparrow in Tortuga. But I must be careful, thought Welling, I must see it through to the end for my plan to work and now is my only chance to achieve it. I musn't let my crew know what I am planning. Welling's smile grew at that thought. His crew. His ship. His prisoner. His glory.
Welling wiped clean his face of all emotions but one; grateful sympathy. He approached Jack with tentative steps and laid a hand on the smooth bronzed arm. It stiffened immediately at the touch. " Thank you Jack. Trust me you made the right decision. I promise I won't let you down. I'm so glad you decided not to kill me! And now if you'll excuse me I'll just be…." Welling whipped out his sword and his pistol, one pointed at the pirates, his cutlass balanced on the crest of Jack's spine beneath his thin shirt. Explosive action broke out in the group of men, Jack's pirates lunging to his defense only to be caught and knocked back by his own crew of hardened, trained soldiers. Jack slowly straightened and turned inward to face Thomas Welling. His face was full of wary rage. Those once twinkling eyes flicked to the pistol and followed the barrel to focus on his faithful crew struggling against the restraints of Welling's men. His face hardened and he sighed quietly before looking once again at Welling.
He tilted his head; "Why Tom? I know why you attacked me; for my ship and my gold," Jack smiled, "and my reputation, if I do say so myself. But why the men? Let them be. They will do you no harm on my command. I shall go with you willingly, if you will just leave the men." Jack unstrapped his belt carrying the famous single-shot pistol, his sword and second pistol as a sign of surrender. Welling glanced back at the motley crew, now resigned to their fate, in indecision. He could let them go and sail away with Jack and the Pearl, but how could he trust Jack's word? How did he know they would not attack as soon as they were let go? " Because they obey my orders only and I have not ordered them to attack. It is your turn to trust me Welling; let them go and they will not attack." Welling started, unaware that he had voiced his thoughts aloud. He nodded to himself and drew himself up to his full height-which was not tall compared to many of the men around him- before motioning curtly for the prisoners to be released. " You, however, will come with me and do everything I say willingly until we reach Port Royal and my father. He will deal with you accordingly."
Jack smiled grimly and nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose he will." While he let himself be dragged away to the Pearl (the shame of it, a prisoner on his own ship; again!), Jack's mind was racing; forming a plan amidst worries for his crew and himself. He knew they would be fine despite being left to their own devices on a strange ship, but what about himself? Was he strong enough? He glanced at the setting sun's reflection on the sea and breathed deeply before being taken down to the stinking brig below-decks. Was he strong enough? Could he last the night?