Sorry for the EXTREME lateness, I apologize. So, here's a new story. Xx
CHAPTER 1
The day was as long as ever, the sun sweltering hot. Not a cloud in sight; the neverending sea toiled on and on, for there was a slight, salty breeze in the air. Chattering could be heard among the ship, laughter ensued. The rippling sound of their flag; it flew high and mighty, black against the clear blue sky. Salted pork could be smelled on the main deck from below decks, the cook was preparing supper.
This was a normal day for sailors, but these men were not sailors and the day has been unusually calm-not even a squabble broke out, which was almost an everyday thing between Master Pintel and Ragetti.
No, something was strange.
The Captain contemplated this as he stood at the wheel, staring straight ahead, his right hand placed at the top of the wheel, the other at his side. His mind reeled: no ruckus, no squabbles, just the strange silence-for days, at least a week now. We haven't even ran into other ships, the sea's been sailor-less, pirate-less, even men-less, except for my ship and crew, thought the Captain.
There were some strange goings-on of late, and Captain Jack Sparrow will see to it...as soon as he has his daily dose of rum.
"Cap'n?" one of the hands called, drifting Sparrow out of his thoughts.
"Yes, Gibbs?" he said distractingly.
"Look behind ya." Gibbs told him simply. Jack, confused, his brows scrunched up, looked at his best mate smartly. Gibbs nodded, his eyes appointed behind the Captain. Sparrow turned, his eyes growing wide each second.
"All hands on deck," he whispered. "and make haste." Gibbs nodded from behind him, his expression nothing but worry. "Now!" the Captain ordered. "Get to land!"
There was no reply from Gibbs except the sound of his running footsteps against the wooden deck, along with the other hands'. Jack stood stock-still as he uttered the words: "Impossible." He paid no mind to the chaos behind him, wasn't even concerned about who took the wheel. He couldn't take his eyes off the horrible thing, its huge marble eyes protruding out of the water. The Captain gulped. "Hurry!" he yelled. "Before the blasted thing gets to the ship." he added in an undertone, terrified.
The ship was finally sailing faster, at least seven knots. . .eight knots. . .nine knots. . .ten knots. A sigh of relief escaped from the Captain's lips. They will soon be on land.