Chapter 1
Disclaimers: Pirates of the Caribbean aren't mine. Just writing nonprofit fanfiction. The usual.
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"Captain!" One of the crew yelled out as they finished killing the last survivor of the boat they were pillaging. The others were stabbing the corpses a few more times, either out of psychotic glee or paranoia.
"Wadda we do with 'er?" asked the crewmember with three prominent scars on his face. He stabbed his sword into the deck, emitting a loud 'thwong' as the metal reverberated at the force. The captain's eyes narrowed as he studied the ship from the main boom with the main sail billowing behind him. His black cape mimicked the sail, fluttering grandiosely behind him.
The Captain rubbed his covered chin, pondering as intricate plans formed in his head. But his contemplation could not be seen behind his covered face. Rumors said that he had horrible scars and burns from a flaming fore boom that landed on his face during one of the lootings. No one knew the truth except for Old Marley, the ship's second in command, but he was too scared of him to reveal the truth anyways.
"Clean her up. You know the drill." The Captain ordered in a low monotonous voice."
A few of the crewmembers hesitated at the order.
"What is it?" The Captain asked impatiently.
Bannacker, the boatswain that always wore the bright blue bandana, asked timidly, "What's so special 'bout this one 'ere? We usually just burn 'em down."
The Captain folded his arms, "Are you questioning my order?"
Bannacker backed up bit, "N-no sir.., cleaning up sir. Sorry, didn't mean that."
"Good." The captain replied, then turned to the blonde haired main on the forecastle deck. "Colin! Gather up half the crew to stay on that ship."
Then the captain turned towards Old Marley and held a hand out, "If you would Ol' mate and guide the Defiant. I shall go head the…." The Captain paused to take a look at the foreign name on the escutcheon of the other ship. "… Messenger."
Old Marley nodded under his trihat and waddled with his protruding fat stomach towards the ship wheel. Satisfied, the Captain easily swung over and landed on the Messenger and headed towards its ship wheel.
About half an hour later, the crew finally finished washing down the deck and tossing out the bodies. Well, with a small ceremony. Just in case.
The crew split up into two, half on the Defiant and half on the Messenger. The Captain glanced down at his crew and smirked as he turned to Colin, "Not bad Colin. Come along. We'll be in the Caribbean in two days. We'll have to keep an eye out."
"Why is that sir?"
"Black Pearl has been sighted near there not too long ago. I heard when we docked in one of the colonies."
Colin nodded, "Should I warn the crew?"
"No, there will be no need for that."
"But what if they attack us?" Colin asked, expressing his worry.
Cold crystal blue eyes regarded Colin nonchalantly as the captain pulled a compass out of his satchel on his belt. "I'm hoping for a peaceful confrontation."
Colin still squirmed a little as he sighed, "we're going to be like sitting ducks if they come after us, this isn't a war ship."
The captain pointed down at the hatch with the board covering each canon, "Then what are those?"
Colin looked at the ship, confused, "but isn't this merchant ship?"
"This one of the newer models made by the Spanish, after being pillaged so many times by pirates and the English, eventually, they started arming their ships."
"But why didn't they attack us?"
"Untrained crew. Didn't notice how small of crew they had? And how this ship has no merchandise on it? They must have had a rendezvous midway with another ship and transferred most of the crew over, leaving only a few. A safety precaution they're taking nowadays."
Colin nodded as began to understand the situation. "…But still, why did you…"
"Don't you think you've asked enough questions for now?" the Captain cut him off.
Colin worked his mouth mutely and then bit down on his lip in embarrassment, "Sorry sir."
The Captain laughed lowly and hit Colin on the back amiably, "Why don't you go down into the storage and see what food they've left for us."
Like all pirates, Colin's eyes brightened at the mention of food and he scurried down the forecastle deck and into the hold.
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Jack Sparrow narrowed his eyes as he watched Brutus yelling at one of the men, threatening to throw him over deck. "Not again…"
Brutus was perhaps a worse second in command than Barbossa had been, he was larger, meaner, had a worse temperament. Not to mention, he tried to rape Anamaria once, which was perhaps violating the top ten rules on his ship. No one was allowed to touch Anamaria. She was one the vital crew members.
The only reason why he even made him second was because he could easily rouse the crew into fighting. Which came very handy when attacking other ships, he was good morale when they were fighting. But that was about it…perhaps, he would need a new second in command soon. Brutus' hothead behavior was going to get him killed.
Jack sighed as he put on his hat and came out of the captain's cabin, "What's this all about?"
"This idiot can't tell from his left from this right! I told him to move the…"
"So when did you do this?" Jack asked the shivering, frightened man.
"Just a few seconds ago sir."
Jack rolled his eyes, "Brutus, we can't be that far off course, just look at the compass and redirect us."
Brutus made a low growl as he glared at the man. "I still think…"
"Well what you think doesn't matter, does it? I'm still the Captain and you're second in command. If I don't want you killing off my crew, you aren't going to."
Then jack turned to the man, "Look, I can't just let you off. Here, cleaning duties for the week alright?"
The man nodded gratefully and dashed off towards the closet holding the scrubs.
Jack frowned at Brutus, "Don't go around threatening MY men. If you want a crew that you can kill anytime you want. Get your own ship. Meanwhile, my ship, my rules."
Cont…
Note: this story is going to take a while for me to write. First of all because I'm writing another fic at the same time and Second of all, I don't want to half-ass the story. I want to get the terminology right and the names write and some of the history right. So you're gonna have to bear with me.
Feedback please?
Disclaimers: Pirates of the Caribbean aren't mine. Just writing nonprofit fanfiction. The usual.
~~~
"Captain!" One of the crew yelled out as they finished killing the last survivor of the boat they were pillaging. The others were stabbing the corpses a few more times, either out of psychotic glee or paranoia.
"Wadda we do with 'er?" asked the crewmember with three prominent scars on his face. He stabbed his sword into the deck, emitting a loud 'thwong' as the metal reverberated at the force. The captain's eyes narrowed as he studied the ship from the main boom with the main sail billowing behind him. His black cape mimicked the sail, fluttering grandiosely behind him.
The Captain rubbed his covered chin, pondering as intricate plans formed in his head. But his contemplation could not be seen behind his covered face. Rumors said that he had horrible scars and burns from a flaming fore boom that landed on his face during one of the lootings. No one knew the truth except for Old Marley, the ship's second in command, but he was too scared of him to reveal the truth anyways.
"Clean her up. You know the drill." The Captain ordered in a low monotonous voice."
A few of the crewmembers hesitated at the order.
"What is it?" The Captain asked impatiently.
Bannacker, the boatswain that always wore the bright blue bandana, asked timidly, "What's so special 'bout this one 'ere? We usually just burn 'em down."
The Captain folded his arms, "Are you questioning my order?"
Bannacker backed up bit, "N-no sir.., cleaning up sir. Sorry, didn't mean that."
"Good." The captain replied, then turned to the blonde haired main on the forecastle deck. "Colin! Gather up half the crew to stay on that ship."
Then the captain turned towards Old Marley and held a hand out, "If you would Ol' mate and guide the Defiant. I shall go head the…." The Captain paused to take a look at the foreign name on the escutcheon of the other ship. "… Messenger."
Old Marley nodded under his trihat and waddled with his protruding fat stomach towards the ship wheel. Satisfied, the Captain easily swung over and landed on the Messenger and headed towards its ship wheel.
About half an hour later, the crew finally finished washing down the deck and tossing out the bodies. Well, with a small ceremony. Just in case.
The crew split up into two, half on the Defiant and half on the Messenger. The Captain glanced down at his crew and smirked as he turned to Colin, "Not bad Colin. Come along. We'll be in the Caribbean in two days. We'll have to keep an eye out."
"Why is that sir?"
"Black Pearl has been sighted near there not too long ago. I heard when we docked in one of the colonies."
Colin nodded, "Should I warn the crew?"
"No, there will be no need for that."
"But what if they attack us?" Colin asked, expressing his worry.
Cold crystal blue eyes regarded Colin nonchalantly as the captain pulled a compass out of his satchel on his belt. "I'm hoping for a peaceful confrontation."
Colin still squirmed a little as he sighed, "we're going to be like sitting ducks if they come after us, this isn't a war ship."
The captain pointed down at the hatch with the board covering each canon, "Then what are those?"
Colin looked at the ship, confused, "but isn't this merchant ship?"
"This one of the newer models made by the Spanish, after being pillaged so many times by pirates and the English, eventually, they started arming their ships."
"But why didn't they attack us?"
"Untrained crew. Didn't notice how small of crew they had? And how this ship has no merchandise on it? They must have had a rendezvous midway with another ship and transferred most of the crew over, leaving only a few. A safety precaution they're taking nowadays."
Colin nodded as began to understand the situation. "…But still, why did you…"
"Don't you think you've asked enough questions for now?" the Captain cut him off.
Colin worked his mouth mutely and then bit down on his lip in embarrassment, "Sorry sir."
The Captain laughed lowly and hit Colin on the back amiably, "Why don't you go down into the storage and see what food they've left for us."
Like all pirates, Colin's eyes brightened at the mention of food and he scurried down the forecastle deck and into the hold.
~~~
Jack Sparrow narrowed his eyes as he watched Brutus yelling at one of the men, threatening to throw him over deck. "Not again…"
Brutus was perhaps a worse second in command than Barbossa had been, he was larger, meaner, had a worse temperament. Not to mention, he tried to rape Anamaria once, which was perhaps violating the top ten rules on his ship. No one was allowed to touch Anamaria. She was one the vital crew members.
The only reason why he even made him second was because he could easily rouse the crew into fighting. Which came very handy when attacking other ships, he was good morale when they were fighting. But that was about it…perhaps, he would need a new second in command soon. Brutus' hothead behavior was going to get him killed.
Jack sighed as he put on his hat and came out of the captain's cabin, "What's this all about?"
"This idiot can't tell from his left from this right! I told him to move the…"
"So when did you do this?" Jack asked the shivering, frightened man.
"Just a few seconds ago sir."
Jack rolled his eyes, "Brutus, we can't be that far off course, just look at the compass and redirect us."
Brutus made a low growl as he glared at the man. "I still think…"
"Well what you think doesn't matter, does it? I'm still the Captain and you're second in command. If I don't want you killing off my crew, you aren't going to."
Then jack turned to the man, "Look, I can't just let you off. Here, cleaning duties for the week alright?"
The man nodded gratefully and dashed off towards the closet holding the scrubs.
Jack frowned at Brutus, "Don't go around threatening MY men. If you want a crew that you can kill anytime you want. Get your own ship. Meanwhile, my ship, my rules."
Cont…
Note: this story is going to take a while for me to write. First of all because I'm writing another fic at the same time and Second of all, I don't want to half-ass the story. I want to get the terminology right and the names write and some of the history right. So you're gonna have to bear with me.
Feedback please?