The lightly tanned man stared out at the blissful ocean that laid before him as he let his lone boat sail through the large sheets of glimmering, blue crystals that sparkled in the bright merciless sun that gradually sunk in the sky giving the appearance of the sea swallowing the ball of fire whole.
Many sea travellers would laugh at the small structure that gracefully floated on the water but it was the only option for the marooned ex captain who occupied the boat.
The man lifted a slim arm above his head adjusting the worn leather hat that protected his structured face from the bright panes of light. He squinted his eyes glaring at the small black flag that branded a skull placed over crossbones dance in the scarce wind mournfully making him think of his beloved ship.
"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirates life for me." His gravely voice rumbled through his throat as he sang the song that he treated as the only set of rules for his life.
Since the man had learnt to talk he preferred to sing the rhythmic words much more to reading the inked letters that where carved deeply into the heavy rum stained pages of the pirate rule book.
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot." The man lifted his hand from the hat flicking dark brown braids over his shoulder sighing theatrically as the golden rings that decorated his bronzed fingers clashed with the delicate beads he had knotted fashionably through each chunk of hair.
"Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho." He ran a hand over his face gently brushing out the thin goatee that ran from his chin that matched the appearance of his beaded hair. The man frowned gently to himself as he heard a soft rattle travel across miniature vessel silencing to a halt behind his thick leather boots.
The man stood unstably on the boats weak floor that creaked in protest against the shifting weight.
A devilish gold toothed smile wiped off the confused expression that twisted his features creasing his highly set cheeks as he glanced down to the lone bottle that laid abandoned on the wooden surface, the eager man knelt down gently plucking the item from the place it had rolled.
"We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot." The man beamed studying the stained glass his hand clasped tightly, the dark brown bottle sloshed merrily within his hold as he raised another hand roughly pulling out the small wooden cork that sealed its contents. He jerked his arm happily swinging the bottle to his lips slurping the strong liquor that poured into his mouth.
"Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho." The satisfied man returned to his place seating his new found friend beside him as he cast another brown eyed glance to the powerful sun from the shade provided by the arced hat that perched on his head. Its radiant glow had begun to fade softly as it fell over the horizon granting the lone man one last glimpse of the glittering seas that stretched endlessly around him.
"Good night world." The man whispered in a low hushed voice before sinking further into the boat that steered itself through the calm waters letting his suddenly heavy eyelids introduce him to the world of his unconscious mind.
"NO!" The pirate yelled in the loud winds as he dodged the harsh claw that whipped at his throat.
"Jack Sparrow your time is over!" The horrendous man barked in a heavy accent that spluttered though the vicious tentacles that writhed under his chin moving like infuriated snakes snapping at their prey.
"IT'S NOT!" The man yelled stubbornly darting out of the swords way as it clash down angrily against his own.
"Give up." The creature commanded evilly lunching another swift attack on him.
"THIS IS MY SHIP JONES! YOU DO NOT ORDER THE CAPTAIN!" The man span around as if dancing with his metal blade slapping away the monsters never ending attempts to defeat him.
"I MADE YOU CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP!" The half man raised his voice mightily clasping his opponents sword with his claw shaped hand snatching it from his as if he had taken a toy from a disobedient child.
"Oh.." The pirate breathed watching his only weapon spiral to the depths below him, he winced suddenly ducking from the claw that dashed at his neck, listening as it whistled past his ear.
"OH!" He yelled as his footing slipped from the mast he stood on. "No no nonono..NO!" The pirates arms failed to grip the tall structure as he shut his eyes waiting for the bone shattering fall.
"Enough Jack Sparrow.!" The wicked creature sneered as the pirate looked down to see he was under the support of the vile claw that clutched at his long brown coat.
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." The man retorted as his enemy raised a glinting sword to the bear flesh of his neck.
"Davy.." The dark haired pirate smiled awkwardly as his feet swung freely. "I think we can sort out this little misunderstanding.."
The statuesque man squinted his unnaturally blue eyes, angrily clicking his tongue. "And what do you propose this time?"
"Money. You can have as much money, AND gold as you want." The pirate fidgeted in the mans grasp regretting his actions as he felt the fabric he was held by slide within the creatures slippery hold.
"HA!" Sparrow cringed back as the man leant his head forward inching away from the bearded tentacles that ringed around each other grotesquely. "I have no need for treasure." The lethal blade that had been held to his throat was pushed forward letting the pirate feel the ice cold metal that was ready to strike his warm skin.
"SOULS!" The man barked jerking his head away from the weapon. "You can have as many souls as you want in your locker. They'll serve your ship and be your men."
"Jack.." The hideous creature seethed choosing to lay his sword upon the defenceless mans shoulder, the pirates warm brown eyes widened as they locked gaze with his icy pupils. "We've tried that one BEFORE!" He bellowed symbolising the end of the other mans pleas.
The dark haired pirate watched as the glistening sword that had been stained with its previous victims blood drew away slowly as Jones prepared to strike him finally ending their dispute in a permanent fixture.
"NO!" The pirate jumped from the place he sat tightly clutching his throat, stumbling as he groped from something to help him stand in the darkness.
"HA!" He barked swaying from the small mast that creaked under his pressure. "A dream!" He laughed swinging back to the side of the boat dipping his hands in the cool waters that flowed under him throwing the liquid at his face, he lifted his arm feeling the clear droplets fall from his skin back to the ocean.
The unsteady pirate leaned to the side of the wooden plank that made his seat, running his hand through the darkness until it came in contact with his fragile friend.
"I should've known." He slurped from the bottle. "I'd stabbed the slimy gits heart myself."
The man paused frowning as he felt a gentle speck of water hit his face running over his cheek to create the path of a single tear.
"Ah…" The pirate paused in realisation casting a soft glance up to the blackened sky that hung plainly above him.
"Calypso?" He raised his eyebrows addressing the darkness, a second drop of water hit the man lightly, followed by several more plummeting from the heavens until they made contact with his worn clothes.
"Nice to know you've forgiven me about that whole.. Misunderstanding." The man squinted against the downpour that grew heavier pounding his lone form leaving him to shiver lightly under the freezing water drops.
"Let's say we put the past behind us aye?" The pirate pointed up to the sky freely with one hand as the other gripped his hat tightly fighting the sudden winds that pushed him away.
"You need to understand the situation I was in love…" A rumble of thunder barked through the sky rocking the lone boat with humourless laughter interrupting the mans sentence.
"Don't you think this is a little childish?" The man raised his voice lightly as he gripped the side of the weak boat while it swirled in the gales that tore at its thin structure, praying he didn't fall into the inky black depths.
"I THINK I PREFERRED YOU WHEN YOU WHERE IN YOUR HUMAN FORM!"
The pirate grinned triumphantly flashing his gold teeth at his surroundings as the winds stopped to his shout. "That's better." He winked at the sky letting go of the wooden structure his hands had been painfully clasped to.
"A drink perhaps?" He knelt wrapping his hand around the small bottle that had surprisingly managed to stay up right in the brief storm.
"To tentacles." He raised the bottle as he stood from where he crouched.
"UGH!" The man grunted as the mast that had stood motionlessly beside him spun around striking him powerfully in the side knocking the man off balance, the precious bottle his hand gripped to slipped from his unexpecting hand crashing to the boats floor.
"Where's the bloody rum gone!" The man growled frowning as he dropped to his feet scouring the wooden surface in search of the lone object.
"There was no need for that!" He hissed glaring up at the night sky causing the smothering darkness to chuckle an angery growl.
"After all I'm captain of this boat and you can not attack it." He stated as he crawled under the mast that whirled wildly in the air.
"HAHA!" The pirate shouted lifting his head smugly waving the bottle as he tried to regain his stature. "No one can beat captain Jack Sparr- OW!" The pirate comically fell forward as his head came in contact with the mast that viciously swung from the centre of the boat.
Another roll of amused thunder rocked the ocean as the smug pirate laid motionlessly on the floor holding the cherished bottle of rum against his chest letting the strong smelling liquid pour over his crumpled off white shirt.