Ricki Sparrow: The Legacy Lives On
Disclaimer: In the very short time it took me to begin this sequel, I have NOT aquired the rights to POTC:)
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Here's Chapter Two:)
"Oh yes, you are." A gruffy voice said from the doorway.
"Who's there?" Ricki asked tensely, her hand itching toward the blade in her belt.
"Someone who knows a bit more about your situation than you would think, lass." The voice said again.
"I won't ask again. Who's there?" Ricki asked. Her eyes widened as the man stepped into her room.
"I would first like to assure ye that I am here to cause ye no harm." the man said said, throwing his sword on the ground.
"What are you doing here?" Ricki hissed, drawing her own dagger and pointing it at Barbossa.
"Wouldn't need that sword anyway," Barbossa said, completely ignoring Ricki's question. "Wouldn't do much good against you, would it?"
"I thought Blackbeard killed you!" Ricki said nervously.
"Pfft! Blackbeard...didn't stand a chance against me." Barbossa said. Then, he gave Ricki a once-over and said, "My, my, my, you might have your mother's looks, but you are your father's daughter, Richelle. Can't keep your grimy little paws off of treasure, can ye?"
"What are you talking about?" Ricki asked, the gold coin in her pocket suddenly feeling like it weighed ten pounds.
"Step into the moonlight." Barbossa instructed.
"What? Why would I do that?" Ricki asked, glaring at Barbossa.
"Jus' do it!" he snapped.
Fearing the pirate more than what she would see in the moonlight, she stepped in front of her window, from which moonlight was streaming.
She couldn't stop the scream from escaping her lips as she looked at herself. She wasn't even her! Her skin hung off of her in tatters, her bones prominent. She looked gross and disgusting and unnatural and just plain wrong.
"What's happened to me?" she gasped, moving back into the shadows as quickly as her legs could carry her.
"You took Cortez's gold." Barbossa confirmed.
"What?" Ricki gaped. "All I took was this stupid coin!" Ricki retrieved the coin from her pocket, and showed it to Barbossa.
"All I took was a coin as well, lass, and it was my greed that gave the Black Pearl the reputation of a cursed vessel." Barbossa shrugged.
"So what? Am I cursed?" Ricki asked.
"Aye, lass. Ye be cursed." Barbossa said.
"Well, how do I break it?" Ricki shrieked.
"Ye must return the coin to the Isle de Muerta." Barbossa said. "And you must include a drop of your blood."
"That's it?" Ricki asked.
"Aye." Barbossa nodded.
"But the Isle de Muerta is so far..." Ricki said, trailing off to think of how long she'd have to stay as a skeleton-person-thing.
"But it's better to travel the distance than live the rest of your life as that." Barbossa said.
Ricki peered at Barbossa, and said, "Sounds like you're familiar with the feeling."
"You have no idea, lass." Barbossa said. "I'll leave ye ship, lass. Jus' thought I might help you while I can."
"Wait-" Ricki said. "How did you know where I was? How did you know I took the gold?"
"I heard the Revenge was headed for Syngapore. I figured ye were either Captaining it or was dead. I took the chance that ye were Captaining it, knowing ye likeness to ye father." Barbossa shrugged.
"And how did you know I took the treasure?" Ricki asked again.
Barbossa smiled, revealing his disgusting black teeth. "Again, it goes back to ye likeness to ye father. I heard word the Revenge had been to the Isle de Muerta. And I knew that if ye was there, and ye'd found the treasure, ye'd take it. You just couldn't resist, could ye?"
"Michael warned me not to." Ricki sighed. "He did, but I didn't listen. How will I ever tell him?"
"Don't tell him." Barbossa said simply. "Don't tell anyone. Ye don't want that kind of...of reputation, lass. And ye don't want anyone else hearing 'bout Cortez's treasure, neither. They'd be all up on it to get immortality, jus' like the Fountain. But the thing about immortality is that there's always a price to pay. Keep that in mind, Sparra."
"Okay?" Ricki said uncertainly.
As Barbossa turned to leave, Ricki said, "And Barbossa?"
He turned around, and asked, "Yes, lass?"
"Thanks." Ricki nodded.
Barbossa smiled, nodded, and said, "Jus' don't tell your father."
A confused looked shadowed Ricki's face. "Why not?"
"It might give him some...ideas." Barbossa said.
Ricki decided not to press the issue, nodded again, and saw Barbossa off the ship.
She stayed locked in her room the rest of the night, afraid that someone would see her ghostly new form. The only one she let in was Michael, and even then, she didn't go near the window.
While Barbossa was conferring with Ricki, Michael was attending to some business of his own.
"Why should I help you?" the pirate whispered to Michael on the streets of Syngapore.
"Because I have two things that you want." Michael whispered back.
"Oh? And what's that?" the pirate snorted.
Michael retrieved the bottle from his bag, showing the Pearl to the pirate. "And I have Ricki Sparrow."
"Here?" the pirate asked, suddenly interested in the boy's deal.
"Aye." Michael confirmed. "I can sneak you on the Revenge. But you can't tell her that I helped you on; don't even tell her that you're there. She'll get suspicious. And I don't need to be in any trouble with her."
"Why even bring us aboard? Why not just give me the ship now?" the pirate asked.
"Because," Michael explained. "I need you aboard our ship so that you can fufill your end of the bargain."
"The lad drives a hard bargain." the pirate muttered to himself. Then, he turned to Michael and grinned a disgusting, gold-tooth grin. "But I accept."
DUN DUN DUN! Right into the action;) Review, please! It would be great if this story could get just as many reviews as the original 'Ricki Sparrow', so review!
~PeachyKeen13
