Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Prologue
What remained of the Black Pearl's crew stared up in shock at Barbossa. "Now, who's going to tell me what happened to my ship?"
Everyone glanced at one another, with a mix of shock and fear. Shock because this guy was dead, and fear because of his reaction to learning about what happened to the Black Pearl.
Will's hand had slowly moved to the hilt of his sword, and just as he clasped it, Barbossa shot him a very annoyed look, "It won't do you any good. Blasted monkey ruined my plans."
Everyone gave Barbossa confused looks.
"You tell me what happened to my ship, and I'll tell you what happened to me." he signed, rolling his eyes.
"Well, you might need to sit down. And have some rum." Gibbs warned. Barbossa raised an annoyed eyebrow at him and he continued, "Jack had a debt to be paid to Davey Jones, as you probably know. And…he happened to be on the ship when the debt was repaid."
"The Kraken ate him, as well as the precious Black Pearl." Will spat. Elizabeth glanced at him, shocked at his tone of voice, but no one else seemed to notice.
"Hmm…that's unfortunate." Barbossa commented as he stroked his beard. "Looks like we be needing a ship!"
"And an explanation!" Elizabeth cut in. "We all saw you die, so why are you still here?"
"The monkey got one of those pieces of gold, stuck it right in my hand he did. I'm immortal again. But, Tia-Dalma here made it a little more bearable. Actually, she's been taking the immortality out of me. Just a few more swigs of this potion here, and I'll be back to normal. I can taste and feel, and I got burnt the other night." Barbossa explained, showing them a red mark on his hand.
"Do you still gets all skeleton-y under the moonlight?" Ragetti dared to asked.
"No, that small part of the curse never returned, thankfully." Barbossa said, with a smirk on his face. "Now that you all have your explanations, all hands on deck!"
Ragetti and Pintel scrambled over one another to get there first, then when both Gibbs and Barbossa sighed, the realized the current problem. "We don't gots a deck for our hands to be on." Pintel pointed out.
"Which is why we be taking the longboats to Tortuga and borrowing a ship that be there." Gibbs suggested.
"Or, you could take my boat. 'Tis quite de good boat." Tia-Dalma's thick Jamaican accent cut through the confusion.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Barbossa said, and began towards the door.
"Why are you helping us find Jack?" Will asked, stepping in front of Barbossa.
"Reconciliation. If I'm going to die, I might as well do so with fewer enemies." he answered simply.
"Makes sense." Ragetti observed.
"Let's just trust him and go. I feel sick as it is." Elizabeth said irritably. Will shot a jealous glance in her direction and then followed everyone out to see their new boat.
The graveyard was filled with at least a hundred people all dressed in black for the procession. It was all roses, black dresses, and no teary eyes.
"It is to my sorrow to announce the death of former Governer Swann. It seems that he has died of an entirely unknown illness, and has left all his possessions, and power, to Lord Cutler Bennett, the person closest to him at death. Unfortunately his daughter, Elizabeth Swann, was unable to be at his deathbed and also unable to attend the funeral. Our best wishes to his departed spirit, and he will be dearly missed." the announcer said, before turning the funeral over to the priest.
"Such a shame, he was a good man." one woman murmured.
"His little daughter was whoring with the blacksmith, did you hear?" another added.
"A disgrace to his name, really." a man added.
"Such a good man."
The service ended and slowly the graveyard emptied until it was just the former Commodore Norrington and Lord Bennett.
"I am very sorry it had to come to that." Bennett said, not sounding the least bit sincere.
"I loved that man like he was my own father. And his daughter even more so. Do you hear what the townspeople say about her?" Norrington sighed.
"And you're saying it wasn't true?" Bennett replied. Norrington raised an annoyed eyebrow at Bennett.
"Positive." he spat, before looking down at the grave.
"Are you ready for your job, or do you need time to mourn over this old man's death?" Bennett said. He really is emotionless, Norrington mused.
"I'll be ready by weeks end." he answered.
"Come by on Friday morning, and I'll give you the plans." Bennett said, before turning and leaving Norrington to stand alone at the grave.
Norrington knelt down, one knee on the fresh dirt. He placed a hand on top of the gravestone and murmured his apologies before turning to go.