A/N: Hello everyone! Brand new sequel that I am finally starting to write, as promised. It is most definitely still being figured out, but I decided to write a prologue to help juice up the anticipation of what's to come!
That being said, this is a sequel to my Pirates of the Caribbean series, so I VERY STRONGLY suggest reading the previous stories before starting this one.
Thank you to all my loyal and faithful readers for sticking around and waiting for this new story! I love and read every single one of you and your reviews. As promised, here it is. If any of you have any suggestions or ideas for any quick scenes or plot twists or anything of the kind you'd be interested in reading, contact me and I will definitely consider it!
Now finally, onto the story. This is a prologue and as always I'm keeping it to the style I have, so it is very poetic.
Disclaimer - I own nothing except for the character Gin and my prologue and epilogue poems. Those are written/produced/created by me and copyright.
Jack bursts out from the back of the carriage with Gibbs only to be faced and surrounded by dozens of soldiers, threatening with guns.
"All part of the plan, yes?" Gibbs jokes heartily behind Jack.
Jack turns around in haste to get back into the carriage and gets knocked over by a soldier as Jack falls forward against Gibbs and coughs out, "No," and is seized and put into chains.
After being dragged down a marvelously vast hall and chained to an extremely lavish and ornate golden chair in front of a superb table filled with a lavish feast and other edibles, Jack struggles with the chains and takes a look around himself.
Sitting in a dining room, expensive and rich mosaics decorate the heights of the grand walls. Enormous windows allow generous views and light to pool in draped by heavy billows of rich curtains with fine detailing.
Jack continues to gaze about the room, noting that the place he sits trapped in must belong to someone of high ranking and then stares in front of him at the table. Just a few feet away from him, are cream puffs staring innocently at him on a golden tray.
Jack curls his fingers around the chair's intricate armrests and pushes his weight forward, scraping the chair along the surface barely a few inches. Huffing slightly, he pushes his weight forward with more effort and scrapes the chair even more forward this time.
Repeating this until he thinks he is close enough to nab one of the pastries, Jack leans forward with childish eagerness. However in that moment, the doors in front of him from across the room suddenly open and Jack ends up knocking the treat up to the ceiling, trapping it onto the brilliant chandelier hanging above.
Soldiers stride in, accompanied by butlers and servants, briskly moving into the room and into their designated stations while leading a very large and pompous man, dressed in rich clothing and extravagant wig.
The man sits himself in a boastful manner down into a meticulous and throne-like chair directly in front of Jack, with only the vast dining room table separating them. A butler appears at the large man's left side and questions with interest, "You are Jack Sparrow?"
Jack draws up a slight look of confusion and proceeds to correct him, "There should be a 'Captain' in there somewhere."
The large pompous man speaks up and states with a sneer, "I have heard of you. And you know who I am."
Another slight look of confusion and Jack responds, "Face is familiar… have I threatened you before?"
The butler on the right side of the porky man pipes up with indignation, "You are in the presence of George Augustus, Duke of Brunswick-Luneburg, Arch treasurer and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire, King of Great Britain and Ireland… and of you."
Jack stares for a moment before a look of surprise flits across his face, "Doesn't ring a bell."
George continues on, "I am informed that you have come to London to procure a crew for your ship."
"This is rumor, not true," Jack states immediately.
"Then you lied to me when you told me you were Jack Sparrow," George argues back.
"I am Jack Sparrow, but I am not here to procure a crew," as Jack starts telling him, he begins to jingle his chains loudly and obnoxiously while continuing to speak slightly louder above the noise he is creating, "That is someone else."
A look of irritation comes across George's immensely large face, as he looks to his butlers, demanding, "Ah, someone else named Jack Sparrow. You brought me the wrong wastrel, find me the proper one and dispose of this imposter!"
Jack continues to obnoxiously move and jangle his chains while responding hastily, "Wait, wait, wait, hang on. I am Jack Sparrow, the one and only. And I am in London—"
"—To procure a crew. To undertake a voyage to the Fountain—"
"—What?" Jack asks loudly as he starts to severely rattle his chains and feign deafness.
"Can someone please remove those infernal chains?!" George demands.
Once Jack's chains are finally removed, the butlers once again address Jack, "We know you're in possession of a map."
The other butler fumes, "So confiscate the map and to the gallows with him!"
George sneers out at Jack, "Have you a map?"
Starting to reach to the inside front of his coat, Jack realizes he doesn't and pauses, thinking quickly and states, "No."
"Where is it?"
"The truth? I lost it," Jack says while standing up from his chair and starts admiring closely at the assortment of food resting upon the table, "Quite recently in fact."
As Jack continues to glide along the table, mesmerized by the food, George retaliates, "I have a report. The Spanish have located the Fountain of Youth."
Jack leans forward to poke at some whipped cream before flinching violently away with every childish yell from George, "I WILL NOT. HAVE SOME MELANCHONY. SPANISH MONARCH. A CATHOLIC. GAIN. ETERNAL. LIFE!"
Taking a last hesitating look at George, Jack swiftly took a lick of whipped cream on his finger, stealing the cherry.
The butler on George's right speaks again, "You do know the way to the Fountain?"
While taking a delicate handkerchief from the table to wipe his hand with, Jack scoffs, "Of course I do - look at me."
As Jack walks to the end of the table, the other butler offers, "You could guide an expedition."
Positioning a chair while leaning on it from behind, Jack replies, "With your permission, your heinie, you will be providing then, a ship?", whips the handkerchief backwards behind him, "And a crew?"
George leans back, "And a Captain," and gestures forth to his butler.
Another set of doors open up and a limping man comes thundering down the hallway and enters the room by bowing most graciously to George at the opposite end of the table from Jack.
As the Captain rises from his bow, Barbossa reveals his face and then continues to greet George, "Afternoon, Sire," and shifts his gaze to Jack.
Jack slowly straightens himself up, glaring at Barbossa with utmost contempt.
Barbossa thumps forward swiftly next to George, "If I may be so bold, why's that man not in chains? He must be manacled at once."
George scoffs with a pretentious tone and states, "At the center of my palace? Hardly."
Jack starts to walk back down to the center of the table in front of them, drawling out with sarcasm, "Hector. How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself."
"Pirate? Nay. Privateer, on a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown," Barbossa responds while lavishly petting the ridiculous wig upon his head.
"As may be, but first… what has become of my beloved Pearl?" Jack edges forward in angered anticipation for the answer.
Barbossa throws Jack a stern look and thrusts his wooden stump of a leg across the table, "I lost the Pearl as I lost me leg!"
"Lost the Pearl?!" Jack exclaims with seething disbelief.
Barbossa lifts his peg leg off the table as he claims, "I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless."
Jack barely whispers out the next question in fury, "And what has become of my beloved Gin?"
Barbossa hesitates for the slightest moment, looking remorseful before regaining his composure and spitting out, "Drowned with the Pearl."
The answer hangs in the air for a moment, the words sinking into Jack before rage engulfs him and he lunges forward, ready to kill Barbossa, scattering plates and dishes of food aside before being held back by soldiers.
Jack stares at Barbossa with a livid expression, "If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it."
Let me know what you think! I will update as soon as possible, most likely the first chapter will be up in about a week.
