Well, here comes the next chapter. I'm trying to write well and get done before 2007 even starts. I'm saying this because At World's End comes out some time in 2007 and I don't know when, and I wanna be finished so the story doesn't look weird. Enjoy.
Pirates of the Caribbean: The World's EndChapter 2: Return of the Commadore
A contented Cutler Beckett curved his hand around a pulsing leather bag hung around his neck, smiling maliciously.
"Mr. Norrington, welcome back to your position as Commadore. I'm sure the kingdom will appreciate your deeds accordingly." Norrington scoffed, positioning the hat on his head. "As if you're going to tell anyone ouside of the Governor and those employed in the East India Company that you own the heart of Davy Jones. I've been a pirate for awhile, Beckett, you can't fool me. They'd think you were a dead looney."
"Yes, but you are wrong, the Governor is slightly preoccupied." Beckett twiddled with the pulsing bag once more. "What do you mean?" "The Governor assisted in his daughter's escape from Port Royal. Norrington opened his mouth, but shut it, smiling grimly.
"Hopefully, Jones will come to us."
Norrington looked at him, his now combed black hair rustling in the slight wind from the balcony with no wig. "Do you remember what happened to Port Royal when the Black Pearl made its appearance, Davy Jones' attack will be much more vicious." Norrington said it unnervingly casual-like, and Beckett sighed.
"Not with the heart in the East India Company's possession." He squeezed it, and it seemed as though for a split second, the waves frothed unusually high and the wind gusted heavily.
Norrington shivered. "Do you want a wig, Mr. Norrington?" Norrington didn't look at him. "I don't believe I do."
"That can be arranged."
Norrington glanced at beckett from the corner of his eye, but he had started looking intently upon the horizon. He too, turned, a black cloud covering the line where the sea met the sky.
"The Flying Dutchman"
That is what it read on the side, she could've been a skeleton of a ship, curves and edges, a skeletal mass of wood in churning waters. Dreary weather followed her, waves splashing at its sides, sea-life growing upon its crew.
Her captain had a mass of tentacles for a face, a flap of slimy skin that raised up and down for a mouth, they twitched and curled as he felt his heart smothered. Smothered by something felt, but none the less, cut off from him. He howled, hadn't slept since the moment the absence of his heart in the chest was revealed.
He played the organ solemnly, easily upset by lack of sleep, and he felt it coming closer.
Jack Sparrow had not possessed it, and its beating was calling him to it.
There were three men, the son of "Bootstrap" Bill Turner, the other the infamous Jack Sparrow, the third who had the faint stench of the navy upon him. Jack Sparrow hadn't died with it, it had not been found within the slaughtered-from-the-inside Kraken, and he would've known long ago if the Turner had it.
And it called him to a port by the name of Royal.
Davy Jones collapsed on the rails, clutching his chest through the overlaying tentacles, feeling no beat, he sighed, the memories of a lost love seeming meaningless as he thought of them. This third pirate/navy was getting the best of him, having no doubt handed over the Heart to the English Government, so they could bring the world's deadliest pirate scourge to his rest.
But he'd pillage and plunder without any rest, the chance would not arise to destroy him. Port Royal will give him the Heart of Davy Jones if he has to eat it back up, and spit it back out again.
A pulse of water rocked the boat slightly, and the Hammerhead-Shark Dutchman turned the wheel straight to the left, the shining of marble and boat wax in the distance.
"Damn you.. Jack Sparrow.."
And here's the 2nd Chapter in the story of the World's End, next chapter: Way to World's End, coming soon!
