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Storms rage on the ocean, raindrops, like bullets, fall upon the sea. Waves crash against the side of a ship as it sways in response. The winds pull against the sails, but the ship moves steadily onward, dusty green sails, covered in tears are tied to the masts of dark oak wood. Floor boards are scrubbed thoroughly by a member of the ships' crew. The captain holds fast to the wheel,
"Secure the rigging!"
He ordered. Everyone worked together to keep the ship going in the storm.
"Captain,"
An older man said over the thunder,
"Who was it that upset the Gods?"
The captain turned to face his father,
"Barbossa."
Bootstrap Bill shuddered at the name,
"I know that man, Will."
"I know you do,"
William Turner nodded to his father,
"and we have to stop him before the Gods take their vengeance out on the entire world!"
"Mr. Gibbs,"
Jack started as they looked around the merry pub,
"Let's get started."
Joshamee Gibbs headed of to start recruiting a crew. As Jack Sparrow walked to the second floor, he passed a cracked door in the hallway, he thought he saw a familiar face, so he stepped back, and opened the door.
"Hello Jackey."
Jack's father greeted him.
"Hello again, Dad!"
Jack smiled and sat down at the table with Captain Teague, the keeper of the code.
"You can't keep runnin', Jackey."
Teague warned.
"Why not?"
Jack asked,
"Running and I go way back, we're good friends."
"There's a storm coming,"
Teague's eyes narrowed, showing how serious the usually expressionless man was.
"and ya can't run from this one, none of us can."
"By 'us', you mean the pirate lords?"
Jack asked for specification.
"No, Jackey... Everyone."
Jack needed a drink, so he borrowed his father's rum, and stared at the wall briefly. Jack Sparrow was concerned. Jack opened his mouth again but he noticed that Teague was no longer there.
"I hate when he does that."
Jack mumbled to himself, and headed out to find Gibbs again.
"Mr. Gibbs, have you rounded up a crew?"
He asked when he found Joshamee.
"Aye Jack,"
Gibbs smiled, and showed Jack the crew members.
"Here they are."
"Good,"
Jack was looking somewhat disturbed.
"let's get on board and set sail."
The group started heading for the Pearl.
"Where to, Captain?"
A Jamaican crew member asked.
"Shipwreck cove... If we can't run, we should hide."
Jack mumbled the last part and only Gibbs managed to hear it.
"What's wrong, Jack?"
He asked.
"I'm not sure entirely, but i would rather live ignorant than die knowledgable."
"Aye."
Gibbs nodded, and the crew prepared the Black Pearl to set off for Shipwreck Cove.
Tall palm trees sway in the breeze. Nearby is a wall of red bricks. On the other side, a ship is arriving in port.
"Do you think he's dead?"
A redcoat asked another, looking down at a body that lay on deck of the ship.
"Well, he must be, he was supposed to be dead already!"
The other replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I watched this guys ship blown apart in that fight with them pirates!"
The other nodded,
"But, who is he?"
"This here is Lord Cutler Beckett."
Beckett's body shivered, and his eyes, full of darkness, flew open.
