A/N: Yes I know this kind of thing has been done before but this is just my version of who I think numbers seven to twelve were before becoming Nobodies (since we pretty much all know where the original six are from by now). Please review as well.
Disclaimer: Uh yeah I own nothing at all. The characters belong to Square Enix and Disney.
Number seven: Saïx
Aias could barely conceal his excitement as he smirked while holding his cutlass towards the unarmed 'Captain' Jack Sparrow. He and the rest of his mutinous comrades howled with laughter as their new leader, Barbossa, taunted the former captain.
"Well now Jack. Quite a fix yer in isn't it? The whole crew takes orders from me no, and you've got no ways of defendin' yerself."
Even the ever-optimistic, easy-going Jack Sparrow couldn't hide his rage and disbelief at what was going on. The entire crew, including Bootstrap-Bill the most loyal of the lot, was aiming either cutlasses or pistols at him. "And you're a coward, Barbossa! I bet without this mutinous bunch of sea-rats backing you up ye wouldn't have the guts to overthrow me!"
Barbossa laughed loudly and took Jack by the shoulder. "Sticks 'n' stones Jack. But yer in no position t' be makin' such remarks. Now, I'm a generous man, Jack. I'm willin' t' let ye live. See over there? We're gonna drop ye off on that island over yonder. And as tradition dictates we'll give ye a pistol so's ye can eat somethin'."
Aias grinned manically. The whole crew knew what that meant. And what was going to happen next. Barbossa shoved Jack away against the mast. "Bootstrap! Liberate the 'captain' of any unnecessary baggage!"
Although he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at this, Aias jeered and egged Bootstrap on with the others. Bootstrap took about ten steps forward until he stood in front of Aias, who he gave a small grin before turning to face Barbossa. "I say we let Aias do the honors! After all, none of this would've happened without him!" he said pulling Aias forward by the shoulder.
There was a loud chorus of agreeing cheers from the rest of the crew. Through this the occasional 'Aye' could be heard being yelled from some of the crew members nearer the back of the crowd.
Barbossa smirked. "Aye, then it's settled! Mr. Aias! Proceed!"
Aias's smirk changed into an almost psychopathic grin. He and Bootstrap exchanged punches on the shoulders before he strode over to Jack, drawing his hatchet. He'd rather have used his large, spiked mace for this. Axes, or at least hatchets, always seemed too flimsy, much like swords. But a mace it was sturdy and if used in the right way could kill a wild animal in one stroke. It wouldn't have mattered if Sparrow got injured by the sturdy weapon, he was going to die soon anyway, but he settled for the hatchet instead.
"Say ya prayers cap'n. It was nice sailin' under ye. But now ye gotta go." he said, voice dripping with anticipation. With that said Aias raised the hatchet over his head and swung it downwards, expertly missing any contact with Jack's body as he sliced off the man's belt. He continued in this manner until Jack had nothing left on him apart from his clothes and hat.
Then for good measure, and the sheer pleasure of doing so, Aias slammed the wooden handle of the axe into Jack's stomach winding him enough that he could make no resistance.
A large, dark-skinned man grabbed Jack Sparrow and led him to Barbossa who whispered something in the former captain's ear before handing him that pistol. The pistol given to all pirates when they are marooned. Containing that one shot which would undoubtedly be the one to end said pirate's life.
Aias could barely contain a loud outburst of laughter as he contentedly imagined that moment in his mind, over and over again. The dramatic, gory image of it was purely delightful.