Untamable as the Sea
Chapter 1: Beautiful Stranger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I'll guess I'll stay
-not a Madonna fan, just knew this lyrics were perfect for this one chapter.
The wind was blowing but not at all at its best that Jack had seen. Their speed was down by four knots, just a little above bobbing on water to the rouge pirate. Yet through fast speed or slow him and his crew worked diligently to their customary tasks. Since it had been a sluggish wind blowing there was not much skill needed to keep course of the stern. The last bottle of rum hiding in the cupboard now was most appetizing to Jack. First the captain looked to the left for any wandering eyes then to the right before plunging himself into his cabin for that rum.
His wine cabinet was located in the lower left handed corner of his desk, facing its back away from the window out looking the sea that was trailing behind. Usually a gentleman would store letters from loved ones, or a bible. But one thing you should know about Captain Jack Sparrow was: he's a pirate!
Only one Spanish brewed bottle squinted at him in the empty drawer, and half draught none the less. He popped the cork off and mumbled, "Need to make a stop for rum soon." The rum spiced his mouth alive only to blaze his stomach below. Between gulps Jack could feel the movement of the ship stir a bit. He arose from his desk to come out of the cabin only to see the ship has made a complete stop.
"Why are you stopping? We are not on land yet!" he barked.
"We stopping because someone wasn't at their post steering the ship." Barked back another of the crew. He could only suspect it was Anna, who else would scowl a man like that. The captain slowly shield away his empty bottle of rum shamefully, hoping no one out of the staring eyes would see.
"Still, why are we stopping in the middle of the ocean!!" he roared. Anna propelled her pointing finger at the huge mass of wood bobbing next to them. It was a ship, and an Italian one from the looks of it thought Jack. They might have gold and jewels, ripe to be taken. And rum! And if they don't comprehend with our 'bargaining' then they will die. Hmm, sounds simple!
"Get ready for another sacking today!!" he yelled, followed by a mob of cheering. Every able body was loaded with swords and guns from their waist down. If ever one so stupid to fall into the ocean, they'd go straight down. As the gap between the two ships grew smaller and smaller from the help of hooks, the crew leaped from the railings landing on the hard floor howling their arrival. They howled on the deck, waiting for the Italian mates to come and defend the ship, but none came.
"Arrrk, the shoe has no foot!" screeched Cotton's parrot. Only the swinging of ropes and the wind wafting through the sail was all that responded to the bird's calls. Soon the stench of blood fumed into their noses, clogging up their hopes for a fight. Jack lowered his pistols and first entered below the decks. The stairs that whirled around down the ship's lower basement already was decked with a few fallen sailors.
It was their blood that stained the crew's noses first when they jumped on board yet there was more to be found. The gang of pirates searched through the sailors' quarters discovering all the body's lying motionless on the floors and hammocks. There was not a man that wasn't stained with a deep rouge color on their pure white uniforms. "Guess we got to the ship too late captain." Said one of the crew.
"No," Jack answered. "They would have burned the ship after they left; it's the pirate way to do. So they wouldn't get caught in the long run...No this was a mutiny." The word sent tremors down Jack's spine every time it was mentioned. He had his own experience of mutiny onboard and it scared Jack for life of it.
As the men searched through the sailor's quarters, Anna ventured on the middle level hoping to find something in the passengers' rooms. There were only three at the most, so she suspected that this was owned by some wealthy governor crossing the sea. The two were vacant and only one was left. She sliced out her cutlass; fearing door number three would be holding something to shock about. Slowly, she opened the wooden door, hearing the rust on the hinges squeal. The sight of the room made the woman squeal.
Out of nowhere for Jack he heard a cry echo down into the basement from above. The crew sprinted to its source scared half to death that it was Anna who was screaming. Cotton comforted the quivering lady. None of the crew went in the room. They waited for Jack to undertake what frighten Anna so. He stepped in cautiously to see two twin beds parallel to each other. One of them carried what must have been a little girl. Her face was unreadable from being blown off. Jack never would have guessed so much blood came out of such a small thing. He tried not to see what was cast across the wall above the bed.
An acrid smell drifted thick in the air of the room. Another creature much smaller laid face down on the wooden floor. He hopped out of its puddle of blood he was stepping in disgust. No mercy what so ever. Jack thought to himself. When he came out of the room to take his breath, the anxious men raced in to see what it was. A handful rushed out to puke from the stench. Now all there is to see is the captain. Jack mused depressingly
It wasn't hard to find a captain's cabin because they were always in the same place on every ship. Cold air clothed around him like a comforting blanket when he emerged out of the hot house of blood. The captain's door was closed strangely and Jack thought he heard a rustle of movement. He pulled back the gun making a clicking noise hoping that whatever was in that room would know he was armed and coming in. He threw open the door and instantly aimed his pistol towards another mouth of a gun.
The carrier kept a steady hand on the gun but no fire was made. His dark eyes pierced through the fallen pieces of his ebony hair tied back. Only to bring out his perfected porcelain face. Each contour of his sharp jaw enhanced his memorizing appearance. But the clothes he wore were aged without a wash and tattered from work. "Will?" Jack said.
The sharp threatening eyes Will carried soften by his name. He didn't lower his gun until Jack did, which Jack thought was unusual. "Jack." Will answered without so much of warmth in them. Jack stood there bewildered to find innocent William on board such a massacre of a ship.
"What happened here?!! Why are you on this ship?" Jack dribbled with questions making Will aggravated to listen. While the blubbering captain was still muttering Will left him to retain his seat on the floor of the corner of the room. Jack saw that it was a woman that Will had stepped over without so much as a wince and a half naked man lying on the desk rotting also.
"Will?" Worry was now fuming out of Jack's voice and Will notice.
"A killer was onboard and luckily I shot him. I was locked in a room by him but luckily got out and killed the man. Everyone was already dead by the time." A lie no doubt it was. An off scaled one, but Will knew pirates who have seen everything believed everything.
"And why were you on the ship?" Jack asked. Will he ever give up? Will thought. The young man didn't answer for he was still fishing out a story to fit with his last one.
"Oh God Will, don't tell me you converted!" Jack exclaimed.
"What?!"
"You know, became a pirate because why else would you—''
"Wait!" Will interrupted. "First thing what was I in the beginning!" The question was more of a sudden snap back at Jack. The captain was shocked his whole hearted friend suddenly grew a sharp tongue.
"Say that again mate?" He was looking for any hint to what was happening to Will.
"Nothing," William got up and threw the gun across the room, as if the golden engravings were no more then dry mud. "Just take me to the Pearl." He ordered before seizing a bottle of gin from its chest. He walked out leaving Jack breathless.
When Jack got out his crew was already out on the deck waiting for him. Waiting for orders. "Um...Take what you can get and the rest burn it. We can't risk having out names weighing this over all else we have to weight." Rabble was what else the crew heard after their direct orders, but they respected their captain very much. Even if they had to listen to something they needed to rethink over and over again.
"Captain!" Smithers said. The ex butcher came over to Jack, limping his way over like a crab.
"Yes Smithers." Jack answered politely.
"We saw a young boy come out of that cabin befffer you did. Heard Anna mumbling to the your first mate that his name Will. Yah know the lad?" It tickled Jack's nerves to listen to Smithers' slobbering dialect and poor grammar so much.
"Uh...yah, Smithers. Me and most of the original crew knew the boy."
"Knew?" Smithers questioned.
"Correct." Jack kept his eyes only on Will. They followed him crossing the deck and enter Jack's captain quarters, closing the door without as much as a glance back.
It must be the sight of the children that has rambled the boy's usual self. Any picture can sick any pirate's mind. It would be much worse if a good lad like Will saw something like that and wasn't use to such a scene. Jack's thoughts comforted his awareness of Will's odd behavior. His pity on the young smith ended when the door to his rooms were locked by Will himself.
"WILL!" Jack hammered. But no reply was made. "Well its back to the hammock for me then." He said to himself as he dragged himself down into the crew's quarters.
I read you
God I'm good at it, I'm so spot on..
-Frou Frou
Alright, now I know that was a long chapter you just read. To me, I feel liked I rushed everything but please review on what you think. Next week the Black Pearl turns back to Tortuga for a bit of supplies, bit of fun, and a bit of more mystery to the now feisty young William Turner who surprises Jack more and more each step of the way. You will find out how Will turned into what he is now and why. So those that have questions about that I assure you will find out later in the story.
