It bit me and wouldn't leave. God help me. Oh, and, erm, beware potential slash. My fingers run away with me sometimes. (Okay, total implied slash through teasing. And possible eventual femmeslash. Somebody stop me.)
Disclaimer: Pirates of The Caribbean in all of it's many forms does not, in fact, belong to me. I do, however, own two ties, which is what you'll get if you sue me.
Something odd, something supernatural watched him. A female something, to be precise, but it really didn't matter with her 'species' anyway. She knew what he was after on this terrible island, in this terrible prison. She knew everything about him, mostly because it was her job. Her mistress frowned upon lax work, and she was most thorough in her protection of the odd, staggering man. The little fluttering creature giggled. She had to flit behind a pillar to keep the numerous guards from spotting her.
The fairy- for lack of a better term- followed his commandeered coffin, after he escaped the fortress in a rather interesting display (it involved chickens, several instances of near death, and a rather interesting disguise, but we aren't allowed to say more.). She was certainly amused by his choice of transportation.
The creature perched upon another floating coffin, disguising herself as yet another carrion bird, come to feast on the dead. She wondered how this adventure would turn out, and if she could bear another flight of fancy like the return of the Pearl. She had the depressing thought that this would end up being much, much worse.
She perched unsteadily upon the rail of the ship. The crew didn't seem thrilled with the Captain. She really couldn't afford another mutiny on her ( already somewhat unsatisfactory) record. She looked up and gave the monkey a little supernatural encouragement. It stole the cloth that the Captain seemed so enamored with.
Well, whatever it takes to ease tension... She thought, and also made a note to use the monkey a little less as an instrument of aide. It seemed to irritate the Captain rather fiercely.
"Ye know that shooting doesn't do anythin, Jack."
"It makes me feel better!"
She would have giggled again, but a raven just didn't have the correct biology for it. Yes, really time to stop using the monkey. Maybe. It was really amusing to watch...
But now, time to make sure every other little detail worked out. She'd have to leave the Captain in peace for awhile- she was headed for Port Royal.