Pirates of the Caribbean is, without a doubt, the very first fandom I had even wrote for. Welcome to Pirates of the Caribbean: The Heathen Rituss. The Fifth Pirate installment. But, guaranteed, there will be a fifth in future and this is a mere piece of fanfiction. X)
Captain Jack Sparrow had left a love behind for her own good and presses on his own as much as he can. But what happens when he is dragged into a frightening mystery of the whereabouts of a cursed artifact of great value and unspeakable power. Problem? Only one creature knows the bearing and many are searching high and low for her.
Do enjoy, readers!
The ocean seemed still, so still in fact that it was as though nothing dangerous could penetrate its peace. There was no movement of any sort and not a speck of land was in sight. Most of the disturbance, that didn't wish to show, was happening all beneath the surface. The water was dark and hazed with flipped up sand and blood. A loud, gurgled moan of some monstrous being boomed from the deep abyss. Suddenly, all went eerily quiet before this small brown form shot out from the dark. It happened to be a young sea lion with fur shaggy and torn with horrible nicks in her fins and tail. It seemed that it was attacked by whatever was the host of that ghostly moan before the panicked mammal fled the trench. To arouse more suspicion, the injured seal had some kind of stone in its mouth, which held this unnatural silver tinge to it. The sea lion shot up toward the surface by the side of a pod of fleeing dolphins. A wind picked up rendering the waves to slightly emerge from the calmness, growing choppy and untamed.
The seal shot out from the water, leaping to and fro in awkward directions, as though trying to shake its dizziness off and the gashes it received from below were stinging sharply. The sea birds that were flocking above the surface spread out suddenly in fear before this huge, long sickly white tentacle shot out after the frazzled sea lion as it shot through the waves in a last attempt to get away. The great tentacle slammed down into the water, almost on top of the escaping mammal. It nearly dislodged her and she took a direct dive back into the sea.
The seal dived back up and shot out onto the pointed rocks with foot deep water to at least gather her wits. She found herself beginning to bleed when she spotted the water around her turning dark red; her tail and fins were badly battered and bitten, the once smoothed fur was torn and gashed. The deep water behind her bubbled as though it was being boiled before the water was calm again. Sighting that she was finally safe from the beast below, she searched for a shallow bed. The moment when she found the desired spot, she started to cough slightly, harder and harder until the result was a stone; some unnatural silvery stone. Panting hard to catch some well-deserved air after her exhausting swim, she picked up the stone from the water mixed with sick. Once she had her treasure safely within her, she saw a pack of her own kind huddled together on a tiny island of lava rock. They spotted her as well and started barking out at her direction. In the emotional distress she was in now, she didn't wish to have those innocent creatures to suffer a gruesome fate. Fretful, she pointed her whiskered nose into the air to smell the aroma of a plant but her trying was fruitless. There had to be land in some direction for she couldn't remain in this state for much longer. Her injuries were proved too great to bear in this form.
Finding no hope of returning to land anytime soon, the depressed, injured seal gazed back at the pack of oblivious mammals that were so much like her. But she had no other choice but to swim as far as she could to figure out a way to protect the treasure she bore. That stone was the reason for her serious injuries. Above all those issues, she had to avoid being seen by the human eye for it would be disastrous if she was caught. She was not an ordinary seal. Sadly, she was the last of her kind, so if she were to die before her quest was fulfilled, all it would result would be terror and despair.
It would be unlikely for him to be caught so easily by public officials, but on this day it was necessary. Despite his ship still remaining trapped within the bottle, thanks to Captain Edward Teach…the lone Captain Jack Sparrow relied fully on his mere wit rather than strength. That was how it usually went, but good Jack had not been his well divised self as of late. Perhaps it was age and he was beginning to feel it. He certainly did not like the fact that he wasn't as young as he used to be. How dare he complain though…. How did his old ally, Hector Barbossa do about it then? A man as old as the sea, it seemed, went through Hell quite literally. Granted, good old Jack pondered that it was not his age that was bothering him. Angelica was still plastered in his heart and mind. It has been a year full already and he had never seen or heard of her. When he said he loved her, he truly did mean it. She was just too much of an enraged snake to trust. She would never forgive him for what he did to save her life, by granting her Teach's life to her. He did it for her own good and granted her a sporting chance. Death was not the answer and her, so-called father showed just how dark he was, by drinking that one chalice of which he thought contained the mermaid's tear.
Angelica would never forgive him though. He had already accepted that awhile ago. Why was it bothering him still, by God! Well, he couldn't reminince on it right this instant, though. He had a trifling journey still ahead of him.