Chapter 1- The ship
"Aft'r wha' he did you are still going to keep 'em on our ship?" One of the crewmen asks, staring intently at his captain while the other crew members nod in agreement.
"I say it's because it's his son. He's pityin' the boy. He would've thrown me off or given me a rope's end if I did what the lad did!" cries another, stepping forward to look his captain straight in the eye. Captain Davy Jones glances away, watching the sea dance behind his crew. Davy grumbles to himself, but he knew they were right. If it were any other man, he would've flogged him and marooned him without even thinking twice. He still couldn't believe that his own son had killed another man and that he was put in this impossible situation. He loved his son, he truly did, but he couldn't appear soft to his men or they'd want a new captain. Mutiny would happen and he would be killed as well.
"So ar' ya' going to throw em' off the boat or ar' ya' going keep 'em here aft'r that?" Another sailor calls, clearly questioning Davy's authority.
"Are you going to actually do something on this ship or will I have to put you on the plank as well, you bilge rat?" Davy shots back. His speech was much more formal than his crew members, but only because he had been far better off than any of his sailors before becoming a pirate.
"So you are going to put me on the plank? I'm your own son!" Killian cries, his eyes widening as he looks at his father in distress. He knew they wanted to kill him, but he never thought his own father would do the same.
"You killed one of my own! What do you expect me to do?" Davy yells. Everyone nods in response.
"He had a knife to my throat! Why can't you believe that?" Killian replies, taking a step back but was blocked off by two sailors who grabbed his arm and stopped his from moving any farther. It wasn't like it matter. There was no where to run unless he wanted to fall to the bottom of the ocean.
"You do not understand my ways, and you never will. That is why this has to be done. You betrayed us." Davy acknowledges, nodding to his men before heading inside the ship.
The crew members pulled up the anchor and began tying Killian to it, and standing him up. He immediately fell to the floor underneath the weight, but was immediately forced to stand up by the various blows and kicks he got to his head and body. He pushes himself up, and walked over to the plank as the crew stood behind him, watching him intently. Killian sucked in a large breath, feigning braveness; although he had none. He just didn't care. He wasn't afraid of death, life of a pirate was like death. He couldn't meet new people, he had to fight to stay alive, and he was constantly pestered being the youngest of the ship. He had been close to death, so many times it didn't feel any different except that this time, it was guaranteed. So, this is how it ends, Killian thought, thrown off the ship by my own father at only seventeen years old. With the point of a sword, a crew member poked at him to start moving farther down the plank until he got to the very end and stopped, looking down at the blue water.
"Hurry up and jump, picaroon!" the provost sneered, grinning deviously at Killian. Killian knew how it worked, he wanted him to jump so that his death isn't the crew's fault. The man jumping is committing suicide not that it truly mattered. It was supposedly meant to make the crew feel better about themselves, but Killian knew that they didn't care whether he jumped or they pushed him. They were cruel and selfish pirates; after all, who were not opposed to murder.
He takes one last breath and hops. The anchor instantly pushes him down and Killian felt himself crash through the water and it almost felt like he had jumped to his death from a cliff to the ground with the pain that shot through him. Down, down, down, Killian went until he finally felt the anchor stop. They must not have been in too deep waters, Killian thought since the sinking didn't take too long. He thought for sure he'd be dead before he hit the bottom. Killian kicked, trying to break free from his bounds, but it was no use. It only made him tired and death was sure to come quicker. The need for air was beyond what he had imagined and he hated that they had chosen such a cruel death for him. Blackness started to surround the world he knew and Killian knew it wouldn't be too much longer now. He'd fall unconscious before death even came. Despite, this he thrashed around. If only he could swim! He was like a fish with no fins. Killian's hands and legs are tied to where he can not swim. He was like a fish with no fins. The black dots become bigger and bigger and Killian quits, the fight going out of him. He was a dead man already. As the blackness began engulfing himself further, he saw something coming toward him. Or was it a someone? Then, the world became completely dark.