Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters of Pirates of the Caribbean. They belong to their creator.
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Trees. Leaves. The sound of footsteps in the muddy soil. The sound of branches crackling under forceful hands. A whisper. Another whisper.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know. Shhhh."
"Where are we now?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Akimbo, tall and muscular, strode fiercely with a glow of hatred in his eye for anyone who would dare get in his way. His steps were long and smooth, his footprints in the muddy soil visibly perfect. The others had to walk at twice as quick of a pace just in order to even remotely keep up with his own. All at once, he stopped. The stop took the others so surprisingly that they almost bumped into him but none actually did, for they all knew that one bump would mean a long and painful death at Akimbo's very own bare hands. Akimbo looked out through the clearing they had come to on the mountain which they were climbing. He stared at the fine lines of the horizon as the others sweated and panted helplessly like dogs, being so tired from the climb.
Jack looked at Akimbo, only for a mere second, as he knew the penalties which came with rubbing this man the wrong way as any other of the members of his exhausted crew did. Then he stared off in the direction Akimbo was staring at, wondering what was so special with the view.
Finally, he spoke. "Well, what is it?"
Akimbo regarded the horizon for one last brief moment before turning to Jack, then proceeded. He stared at Jack coldly for some time, loathing the man just as he loathed every single person, animal and thing on the entire appalling world. Jack looked at him impatiently as he stared, wanting the whole thing just to be over with already. But he knew that would never really happen. Well, what he was currently doing as of now with Akimbo would be over, but not the real purpose. That would never be over.
The crew stood gathered up behind Jack, fearful of Akimbo. They didn't like the man one little bit. He had made them climb almost the entirety of the mountain with no breaks and that was unforgivable. Now there was a fine breeze blowing across the mountainside, turning all of the sweat on their bodies cold and causing them to shiver. They shivered as a result of the cold winds, and they shivered because of the lack of human feeling in Akimbo.
All of a sudden, Akimbo slowly raised one hand up to the sky. Jack watched it rise, wishing he'd just hurry up with it already. When Akimbo's hand was all the way up, he then pointed his index finger directly upward. He was pointing to the sky. Jack watched precariously. At first there was nothing. Then, in the distance a faint buzzing sound could be heard. It was growing louder and louder as the seconds passed by. The crew began to shiver and shake. Soon, they could not help it anymore and began whispering and ranting to eachother.
Akimbo stood tall and upright, finger still pointing to the sky. At once, the sky began to change color (or at least they thought). It was slowly turning a deathly black. And then the buzzing had become louder than before. Finally they all realized that the sky was not turning black, but it was thousands upon thousands of black flies coming their way. The buzzing became intolerable, crew members began clutching their ears and crying out frightened screams. All the while, Akimbo stood as though he were unaffected.
"Oh my god!"
"What's that!"
"Help!"
Jack looked up at the swarming flies in awe. "What the hell is this!" He asked, alarmed, not taking his eyes off of the mass of flies. The mass was so thick, the horizon which Akimbo had been staring at before was unable to be seen at all. The flies were like a giant black blanket.
The pattern of the flies swarming around the sky in front of them then began to change, began to grow neater. They looked... they looked almost as if they were spelling something out. And they were.
None of Jack's crew members were able to read and he had no idea if Akimbo possessed the skill. But as the flies flew into words, Jack took one last glance back at Akimbo and noticed that his expression had changed. Then he returned his gaze to the unbelievable nest of flies and saw the message they had for him. It was two words. And those two words, he would never forget for as long as he lived.
His eyes wide and his mouth open, he uttered a frail cry, "Sweet mother of God."