Into the darkest depths of the sea, I lay there for many moonless nights.
Bound and chained to the black iron that held me at bay. I be cursed for
eternity, but it was the price me paid to teach them mutinous scallywags
what they did was wrong.
Good man he was. That Jack Sparrow. But foolish as well for he gave into Barbossa's demands and gave up his secrets to the cursed treasure. Aye, the price we pay for our pilfering ways. But Captain Jack Sparrow couldn't of known his exile was his saving grace. If he lived. Of course he would live! How could me be so blimy stupid? He's Captain Jack Sparrow.
Now I lay down at the depths of Davy Jones Locker. But death won't come. Ironic how that works, as long as me be cursed, I knew the blasted mutineer Barbossa would pay for his treacherous ways.
I did not know how long me been down here. Suffering. Waiting. But one night, the moon shone bright enough to break into the murky depths of me grave. There me bootstrap came undone and me boot slipped off my skeleton foot. Free I was.
I walked for many days and nights. Not even the sharks of the sea would take me. Me body and skin were cursed along with me soul. Finally, me emerged from the depths of me watery grave. The wind and rain pounded the surf. Luckily for me, I found refuge with an older couple.
It was then in the days to come, I learned of the tales of the Black Pearl and her damned crew. Horrified the storytellers were as they told the tales of their pilfering and plundering. But I could only laugh inwardly for I was cursed and I knew that they would be searching for eternity.
Aye, they be searching, for I had sent the only tainted Aztec gold piece I owned to me son. Me only son. Aye, such a beautiful Bonny Lass his mother was. Found her me did, when Captain Sparrow was off on a search for golden treasure in the Church of England.
How I ever wooed such beauty? "Take a Bath!" she would say. Aye, and I did. Ah such a pretty lass and smart to boot too. She helped us get away when Jack was caught impersonating a clergy member of the Church. But had I known she was with me child, I would have protested.
But how it brings a smile to me face, when I think about how she named me son after me. It mattered to her not, that me be a Pirate. Ah if only fair lady would have joined me. But the sea is no place for such a lovely boney lass. If me son only knew. But he didn't so I was sure that the gold would be safe away from the clutches of Barbossa's hand.
If I had only known, how wrong I was.
Stories began to emerge of Jack Sparrow. Aye, me old shipmate and Captain. He was everywhere. Well rounded he must be for being everywhere from India to Singapore. How long was me down there? Years it must have been. Jack it seemed was making a good name for himself.
But Barbossa and his crew were the ones spreading fear into the hearts of the simple sea going folk. They would all just pass them stories off as fable. But me knew better.
It was in me mind many a times to commandeer a boat. But what crew would want to sail with a cursed man? The moonlight always reminded me of the curse and the mutiny that had occurred so long ago. So me just waited in the shadows, until that day.
That day came unexpectedly. The day me life changed. The day me turned hungry, the day the spray of the sea salt sprayed me face. The day me dreaded came to pass. It could only mean one thing, me son was dead.
Good man he was. That Jack Sparrow. But foolish as well for he gave into Barbossa's demands and gave up his secrets to the cursed treasure. Aye, the price we pay for our pilfering ways. But Captain Jack Sparrow couldn't of known his exile was his saving grace. If he lived. Of course he would live! How could me be so blimy stupid? He's Captain Jack Sparrow.
Now I lay down at the depths of Davy Jones Locker. But death won't come. Ironic how that works, as long as me be cursed, I knew the blasted mutineer Barbossa would pay for his treacherous ways.
I did not know how long me been down here. Suffering. Waiting. But one night, the moon shone bright enough to break into the murky depths of me grave. There me bootstrap came undone and me boot slipped off my skeleton foot. Free I was.
I walked for many days and nights. Not even the sharks of the sea would take me. Me body and skin were cursed along with me soul. Finally, me emerged from the depths of me watery grave. The wind and rain pounded the surf. Luckily for me, I found refuge with an older couple.
It was then in the days to come, I learned of the tales of the Black Pearl and her damned crew. Horrified the storytellers were as they told the tales of their pilfering and plundering. But I could only laugh inwardly for I was cursed and I knew that they would be searching for eternity.
Aye, they be searching, for I had sent the only tainted Aztec gold piece I owned to me son. Me only son. Aye, such a beautiful Bonny Lass his mother was. Found her me did, when Captain Sparrow was off on a search for golden treasure in the Church of England.
How I ever wooed such beauty? "Take a Bath!" she would say. Aye, and I did. Ah such a pretty lass and smart to boot too. She helped us get away when Jack was caught impersonating a clergy member of the Church. But had I known she was with me child, I would have protested.
But how it brings a smile to me face, when I think about how she named me son after me. It mattered to her not, that me be a Pirate. Ah if only fair lady would have joined me. But the sea is no place for such a lovely boney lass. If me son only knew. But he didn't so I was sure that the gold would be safe away from the clutches of Barbossa's hand.
If I had only known, how wrong I was.
Stories began to emerge of Jack Sparrow. Aye, me old shipmate and Captain. He was everywhere. Well rounded he must be for being everywhere from India to Singapore. How long was me down there? Years it must have been. Jack it seemed was making a good name for himself.
But Barbossa and his crew were the ones spreading fear into the hearts of the simple sea going folk. They would all just pass them stories off as fable. But me knew better.
It was in me mind many a times to commandeer a boat. But what crew would want to sail with a cursed man? The moonlight always reminded me of the curse and the mutiny that had occurred so long ago. So me just waited in the shadows, until that day.
That day came unexpectedly. The day me life changed. The day me turned hungry, the day the spray of the sea salt sprayed me face. The day me dreaded came to pass. It could only mean one thing, me son was dead.