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Chapter 1
Agents of Death
Captain Jack and the Phurtila
Light had just begun to show through the large windows of Captain Jack Sparrow's cabin. Light hazy streaks of sunlight sliced through the stagnant air illuminating the furniture nearest the window. Rays of light crept across the room making its way to his form laying half in bed and half out.
Mumbling and chuckling could be heard coming from him. "Giselle." Jack murmured from his sleeping lips.
As Jack's masculine figure was more illuminated his bronze skin became visible. His head hung over the bed and almost touched the floor. A puddle of drool lay on the old wood floor below.
"Give cap'n Jack sommmm luv." As the light reached Jack illuminating his face he stirred pulling himself back up onto the bed and out of the advancing sunlight. He groaned in disappointment because the morning light had pulled him from his wonderful dream. Jack reached up with his forearm and wiped the drool off the side of his mouth. Groaning again he leaned back over the side of the bed and began blindly feeling around the floor for something. When he finally found the object he pulled it from beneath the bed revealing an empty bottle of rum. He put the bottle to his lips and finding that it had nothing to yield dropped the bottle onto the bed.
"Bloody 'ell." He said as the light now brightened the whole room and forced the man to wake. Jack rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up and stretched. Falling back onto his pillow he surveyed the room trying to adjust his eyes to the sunlight.
"Women on board are bad luck." Jack muttered to himself mimicking one of his men. It was a common myth among pirates that having a woman on board was a sure curse to the ship and all on board. Jack didn't agree. Three months at sea without a woman's special kind of attention, now that felt like a curse.
He got up and pulled a white tunic over his tight frame. Walking over to the table by the main window at the back of the ship he stubbed his toe on the side of his wardrobe closet.
"Damn!" He said jumping around holding his foot. His other foot got caught up in the pants he had thrown on the floor the night before causing him to slip and fall hard on his posterior. "Damn!"
Jack sat there and took advantage of the fact that he found his pants and pulled them on. Looking off to the side he noticed a half full bottle of rum that must have rolled under the table some time ago.
"Well at least that is a bit of good luck." Jack said before snagging the bottle. He stood next to the table and leaned over his map to check his coordinates.
An hour later on deck
Jack stood at the wheel of his ship the Phurtila. His coal-black hair flirted with the breeze coming off the Atlantic Ocean. Jack squinted his eyes and raised his hand to shield them against the glare of the morning sun. Beautiful pale shades of pink and orange blended across the horizon like a magnificent water color painting. The crisp aroma from the ocean wafted into his nostrils permeating his senses. It was another beautiful morning, the kind you could only get out on the open sea.
Jack pulled out his spyglass from where it was tucked into his tattered gray sash and scanned the horizon. If his coordinates were correct, and weren't they always, the area they were approaching was a major shipping route for Spain. Jack knew these ships were almost always filled with valuable cargo from the generous lands of Central America. Lowering his spyglass from the unfruitful attempt to spot a ship, Jack placed it back into his sash.
It was already getting very balmy making Jack decide to remove his dark coat.
"Bo'sun!" He yelled to the dark towering muscular figure standing a few feet behind him.
"Cap'n?" Bo'sun answered in a deep throaty voice.
"Take my effects down to my cabin and fetch me a bottle of rum. Savvy?" Jack said bending back a little and motioning to his coat.
Bo'sun nodded. His expression never seemed to change. It always looked as if he wanted to rip your head off. Didn't matter who you were.
Jack surveyed the ship making sure all hands were accounted for and busy doing something. This was an old ship and if they were to have any chance of taking a Spanish Treasure Galleon they would have to have her in tip top shape.
Barbossa's POV
Standing nearby was Jack's first mate Barbossa. He took a bite out of a green apple and wiped a bit of juice from his wiry beard. Deep from one of his pockets he pulled out a dagger and pinned his apple to the main mast.
"Pintel! Ragetti!" Barbossa bellowed making the two jump nearly out of their skins. They had been busily re-tarring some of the spaces between the floor slats for the past hour and a half.
"Yes First Mate Barbossa Sir!" Ragetti said a little more loudly than usual because he was still filled with adrenaline from being scared half to death.
Barbossa eyed the pitiful pair. Pintel looked even portlier than usual standing next to the rail thin Ragetti. "That will be all the caulking ye will have to do this morning men." Barbossa said in a slightly less abrupt manner.
Ragetti shot a relieved look at his friend with his good eye. The other eye, his poorly fitted wooden one, rolled about aimlessly. "Thank you sir. It was starting to get powerful hot and the tar was startin' to stick to me everywhere." Ragetti said as he wiped his brow leaving a trail of tar across his forehead.
"Aye sir." Pintel chimed in agreement. He turned to notice Ragetti's forehead art and handed him a rag to wipe his brow with.
The two started to walk away from Barbossa. "I said ye be done with the caulking, not that ye be done for the day." They both stopped in their tracks.
Pintel and Ragetti stopped and hung their heads before turning around. They thought they had earned themselves a break.
"Get down to the galley and whip up some lunch for the Captain and the crew." Barbossa ordered.
After the men left to go down to the galley Barbossa turned back to retrieve his apple. He took another bite and sucked the succulent juice from the fruit before swallowing it. In his peripheral vision he could see Jack standing at the helm and resented him for it.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." Barbossa muttered to himself under his breath. What a joke. Jack was to soft, he thought to himself. You can't be soft and be a pirate at the same time. The two just don't mix.
later that afternoon
Jack's POV
Jack stood at the bow of the Phurtila drinking the bottle of rum Bo'sun had fetched for him. He loved the way it warmed his insides on the way down. He had his own ship, a bottle of rum, and the sea beneath him. All was good with the world with the exception of a lack of female attention. He took another swig of the stiff liquid and leaned back against the foremast letting the cool salty breeze of the ocean cool him off.
Ragetti approached carrying a bowl with some bread, fruit and salted meat. "Afternoon Cap'n Sparrow." He said handing Jack the bowl.
"Afternoon mate." Jack said taking a piece of bread from the bowl but leaving Ragetti holding it. He took another swig of rum.
"Does the Cap'n think we'll see any action today?" Ragetti asked while eying Jack like a sad puppy every time he lifted the bottle to his lips to take a drink.
Jack raised his eyebrow and backed away from him a little. If Ragetti thought he was going to give up even a drop of his rum he was crazy. "Couldn't tell ya mate. I'm planning on not getting to concerned about it till the rum supply starts to run thin. Savvy?"
Ragetti looked at him with a shielded gaze of disgust and forced a smile before laying the bowl down and walking away. "Ga' day Cap'n" He said before leaving. Surely he would be happy to sail on forever too if he had a seemingly unlimited amount of rum to drink.
Jack gave a half smile back for Ragetti's benefit that was itself glazed with a bit of disgust. He couldn't believe how so many of his men could let their teeth get so gnarly. He thought about how he had acquired most of the men. They were all cutthroats, the lot of them. He didn't really like any of them in particular. They were far more aggressive than he when it came to the normal acts of pirate depravity. Jack never liked to harm women or to steal from the poor and made it a point to not let them do so either. This didn't seem to sit well with the rest of the crew.
Jack stepped from the bow and made his way to the main deck and took the wheel. He finished off the last of the bottle and threw it overboard. He had sent a few members of the crew down a couple hours ago to patch a hole in the keel and now wondered how they were coming along. The Phurtila had a slow leak for some time now and the men were constantly having to bail water from the bilge to keep her afloat. The poor vessel had seen her better days unfortunately and Jack didn't figure she would last much longer. She was a means to an end though. He figured the next ship he overtook would be her replacement. It was time he gave the poor old girl a burial at sea.
An hour or so passed and Jack took out his spyglass again and surveyed the horizon. "Sail Ho!" he boomed. "Make ready for action me hearties!" In the distance Jack had made out the silhouette of a ship. It wouldn't be long. The Phurtila began to buzz with activity. Jack climbed part way up the main mast and narrowed his eyes as he focused into the distance. Sure enough, they were closing in quickly on what seemed to be a large cargo vessel. High on the Mast Jack could see the ship was flying a Spanish flag and surmised this ship would be a fine prize indeed.
I will start introducing new characters next chapter. I promise this entire story isn't just about Jack and Barbossa sailing aimlessly around the Caribbean. Anywayz, please stick around and see what develops. Reviewers will be cherished as much as a pile of pirate booty!