Dead Men Tell No Tales
Disclaimer–Disney owns it all...I'm not making any money off of this and I don't own any of it...however I really wish that Jack was up for grabs...
So grab ye some rum and get ready for a sequel that might chill ye to yer very bones! Enjoy!
Prologue–Dead Men tell no tales
It was a pleasant evening in Tortuga; the ship rocked gently in the ocean breeze. Most of the crew was out having as much fun as one could possibly have and spending all of their recent prize money. However as was customary there had to be at least a few crew members left on board to guard the ship and what an unfortunate thing this was for those few.
He had been in this bloody town long enough, it was time for his revenge. Horrible thoughts raced through his mind as he made his way to the ship.
Ah, what a beautiful starry night, he thought. He jerked his head as he thought he heard the sound of footsteps. A chill ran through his bones as he shrugged it off as a combination of an overactive imagination and too much rum.
At last he climbed aboard the ship; his footsteps might have startled the young lookout, but he was prepared in case he decided to fight. He went into the captains cabin and was surprizsed at the apparent neatness of it. He started his search with the desk, knocking things to the floor, taking what money he could find. Eventually the cabin looked as it had been through a hurricane, however he found what he was looking for. He turned to go.
Is the captain back already? It seems too early for him. But then who is in his cabin? Ben thought as he walked to the cracked door. Ben was a young handsome lad of only 18, and while he was a skilled pirate already, he had much to learn. He drew his cutless and opened the door.
The door opened behind him and he turned as quickly as he could drawing his gun.
"Who are you? Why are you in my captain's cabin?" Ben practically yelled.
"You ask a bit too many questions for a lad of your age", the man calmly said.
"You must leave at once!" Ben commanded.
But as the man stepped into the moonlight shining through the windows, Ben knew in an instance who the man was. They had met before on their last journey to Tourtuga after...
"Sir, I'm sorry. I won't tell no one I promise...please spare me...I beg of you" Ben pleded.
"Did your mother tell you it is not good to beg and of course you won't tell..." The man said as he walked to the door.
"Really? Your won't harm me?" Ben asked.
The man smiled an evil grin as he turned and a wounded hand raised a loaded gun. The man looked Ben straight in the eye and said, "Did your mother ever tell you this proverb? I know you won't tell, because dead men tell no tales." And he pulled the trigger.
Chapter One
Jack and Ana were heading back to the ship when they heard the shot ring out loud and clear in the night.
"Jack, that came from the Pearl!"
"Aye, luv, let's go."
They broke into a run and by the time they reach the ship the mysterious stranger was gone and the only person left was a dying boy of 18. Ana reached down and gently lifted his head in her lap.
"I...I..'m so..rry..." Ben tried to get out feeling awful that he had failed his captain.
"Shh..." Ana hushed him. "Jack, rum, quickly.." And she grabbed his flask out of his hand.
"Here Ben, drink this."
"H...e...E...d...wa...I'm...so..rry..." His breath was coming in short rasps while Ana tried to quiet him. He tried to form some more words when his eyes rolled upward. Jack gently shut them.
There was pure hatred in both their eyes as they looked at each other. Both could not speak.
The next day they had a funeral for poor young Ben. He was buried at sea that was his true home. Nice words were exchanged about how great a pirate he could have been, but Ana hardly spoke. Jack knew her well enough to know that she kept her feelings bottled inside her.
That evening found Ana staring over the railing, the thoughts in her head jumbled together. She moved as her captain found a spot beside her but didn't speak.
"Ana, luv..I'm sorry about what happened with Ben, I really am; but you know that nothing could have been prevented, had you been here they would have killed you too."
"Jack..it just isn't fair. Ben, I mean, he was so young. He didn't deserve what he got. No one does, to be shot in cold blood. He could have been such a great pirate; he already was one of the best of yer crew."
"Aye that he was. But he was also young and had much to learn. We will find his killer and we will avenge his death. No one comes on me Pearl and shots one of me own crew members and expects to get away with it. Now come on and have a few drinks with me. Rum helps ye forget everything."
He flashed Ana a gold toothed grin.
She agreed halfheartedly and followed her captain.
