Disclaimer: I do not own potc nor it's characters.... Disney owns them the
entire only thing that belongs to me is the plot.... so please don't sue.
On with the story Prologue
Darkness, darkness and the eerie still of night, not even the moon dares to show it's face, not even the stars risk twinkling, a fatal risk. A shadow slips by unnoticed in the silence, slowly taking human form as is draws nearer. Face ashen and smooth, deep chocolate eyes, glowing in the dull starlight, deep chestnut hair like the waves of the sea, pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of the neck, just barely revealing twin scars; bullet wounds, or bite marks. The shadow is as a shadow is, dark; from his ebony hooded cape down to his charcoal shoes, all black, all dark, all shadow. His pale lips curved into a smug grin, at the thought of finally being full. Elongated canines, pearlescant in the fading light, point to a crimson trail down the chin. A crystalline river, flowing down the once warm cheeks, at the life that was selfishly stolen. As quickly as it came, the shadow is gone, melted back into the darkness from whence it came.
Jack bolted upright in bed, assaulted by darkness and the sounds of the waves crashing against the hull of his beloved pearl. Half dazed he slowly made his way to the deck to clear his head, the only way he knew how.
"Now Where's me rum?". "Not in there, not here either, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS ME RUM?"
Now completely distressed about the lack of rum, the only thing in this god forsaken world that really mattered, next to the pearl that is, he finally noticed they peculiarity of the sky, no moon, no clouds, and barely any stars. The kind of night Mr. Gibbs would warn him about.
"Tis bad luck to sail on a night with no light."
Jack didn't care though; he had an overwhelming sense that every thing he knew was about to change, for the better, or for the worse? This he did not know. All he knew was he needed his rum, and he was going to get it. He sauntered over to Anna Maria and tapped her none to lightly with his foot, "Set a path for Port Royal, we have an old friend that needs a visitin." 'Has it really been two years?' He shook his head as wandered over to the prow, settling himself at the wheel, just as the first golden rays of light illuminated the indigo sky.
In case you cant, tell, "Is speaking" 'Is thought'
Sorry bout that lack of length I will try to write more next time
On with the story Prologue
Darkness, darkness and the eerie still of night, not even the moon dares to show it's face, not even the stars risk twinkling, a fatal risk. A shadow slips by unnoticed in the silence, slowly taking human form as is draws nearer. Face ashen and smooth, deep chocolate eyes, glowing in the dull starlight, deep chestnut hair like the waves of the sea, pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of the neck, just barely revealing twin scars; bullet wounds, or bite marks. The shadow is as a shadow is, dark; from his ebony hooded cape down to his charcoal shoes, all black, all dark, all shadow. His pale lips curved into a smug grin, at the thought of finally being full. Elongated canines, pearlescant in the fading light, point to a crimson trail down the chin. A crystalline river, flowing down the once warm cheeks, at the life that was selfishly stolen. As quickly as it came, the shadow is gone, melted back into the darkness from whence it came.
Jack bolted upright in bed, assaulted by darkness and the sounds of the waves crashing against the hull of his beloved pearl. Half dazed he slowly made his way to the deck to clear his head, the only way he knew how.
"Now Where's me rum?". "Not in there, not here either, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS ME RUM?"
Now completely distressed about the lack of rum, the only thing in this god forsaken world that really mattered, next to the pearl that is, he finally noticed they peculiarity of the sky, no moon, no clouds, and barely any stars. The kind of night Mr. Gibbs would warn him about.
"Tis bad luck to sail on a night with no light."
Jack didn't care though; he had an overwhelming sense that every thing he knew was about to change, for the better, or for the worse? This he did not know. All he knew was he needed his rum, and he was going to get it. He sauntered over to Anna Maria and tapped her none to lightly with his foot, "Set a path for Port Royal, we have an old friend that needs a visitin." 'Has it really been two years?' He shook his head as wandered over to the prow, settling himself at the wheel, just as the first golden rays of light illuminated the indigo sky.
In case you cant, tell, "Is speaking" 'Is thought'
Sorry bout that lack of length I will try to write more next time