Chapter Two: The Key
Some eerie place…
Men were dragged mercilessly into a castle like building. Their screams could be heard for miles on the vast dark sea. The sound of a gong then filled the silence. Scraggly men were dragged through menacing wood doors as a flock of ravens flew in. Prisoners were held in rusty cages suspended over the water. This was the opportunity to eat their hearts out, and specifically a man's eye. After means of torture, dead or alive, victims were locked in coffins and sent to sea. A whole group float out farther and farther.
BANG!
SPLASH!
A lone raven who decided to peck on a coffin, pecked the wrong one. It was shot by whoever was inside. Jack Sparrow then burst through the damaged wood and sat up in confusion.
"I'm in the middle of bloody nowhere," he mumbled, "Mind if I use this?" Sparrow pulled the bony leg of the former occupant and used it as an oar.
"Didn't think so."
THE BLACK PEARL
Climbing aboard his beloved ship Jack found his first mate rushing over to him.
"Did you get it," Gibbs asked. Jack smiled and showed him a rolled piece of cloth. Then Jack came faced with his crew staring at him, angrily.
"I," Gibbs said, "Meaning the crew as well, thought it'd be a bit more, shiny."
"Shiny," Jack asked.
"Aye, shiny," Gibbs emphasized, "With the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea—."
"And the Royal Navy chasing us throughout the Atlantic," an Indian man added.
"And the hurricane," Marty shout and the crew shout in agreement.
"So it seems, maybe sometimes we could do a speck of honest pirating—," Gibbs went to say.
"Shiny," Jack inquired.
"Aye."
"So that's how you all feel, that Jack isn't serving your best interests as captain—," Sparrow tried to put forth.
"Walk the plank," Cotton's parrot squawked on impulse. Cotton attempted to silence his bird, but it was to slow, Jack's pistol was held up to the blue parrot.
"What did the bird say?"
"Do not blame the bird," the Indian man stated, "Show us, what is on that cloth." Jack went to leave, but an old friend decided to show up at the worst time. Jack the monkey dropped from the riggings, in his cursed form and took Jack's piece of cloth. Jack once again drew his pistol, but it wouldn't fire, trying again he hit his mark.
"That won't do any good," Gibbs cried.
"It does me," Jack replied as the monkey bounded off, without the cloth. Marty went to retrieve it and opened it.
"It's a key."
"No," the captain corrected, "Much more better, it is a drawing of a key."
"Gentlemen, what do keys do?"
"Keys unlock things," the Indian man mumbled.
"So we're setting out after whatever this key unlocks," Gibbs exclaimed.
"No," Jack corrected, "We can't find what the key unlocks until we have the key."
"So we're setting out after the key," Gibbs restated.
"You're not making any sense at all." Jack looked awkwardly at his first mate.
"Do we have a heading?"
"Ah," the captain shout, "A heading!"
"Set sail in a general, that way direction!" Jack pointed to some random spot and the crew didn't seem to comprehend.
"Snap, snap hurry up!" The crew then commenced in following the captain's orders.
"Jack's acting a bit strange, er might I say," Marty asked Gibbs.
"Setting sail without knowing his own heading, mark me words, something has Jack fixed," Gibbs stated, "What boat be hell for Jack Sparrow, boat's hell for us all."