So, I've gotten yet another idea for another fanfiction. I know what you're gonna say. "But Prime, you already have six or seven stories you're working on right now!" Guess what? I can't help it. It won't stop haunting my thoughts if I don't write it out, so I'll get to work on that. Thankfully for you guys, it's another Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic. So far, all I know is that it takes place during At World's End. I haven't gotten a title idea for it, but just check my profile every so often for it throughout the day. Well, actually, I'm not entirely sure yet. It might happen, it might not. So, back to this...
Chapter 20:
It'd been five days. The ship had just docked in Port Royal, Jamaica. The ship's crew had put each of the prisoners in shackles and began herding them out. Jack was the last to be let out of the cage, being dragged along by a man named Murtogg. The man had brown eyes and hair. He may seem pretty intelligent, but truthfully, Jack realized that the man was stupider than he looked.
"Move along." Murtogg ordered.
Jack didn't move.
"Come on, you filthy pirate." He growled. "Move!"
He kicked out with one of his legs, tripping the man. He stole his sword and began running. He rounded the corner and found himself face to face with one of the men. He drew his sword and they began battling. It was difficult with his hands tethered together though. The man fought with one hand on the sword, the other free.
While Jack was occupied defending himself from the sword, a fist slammed into his face. He dropped the sword and clutched his nose, which was bleeding. The soldier put his sword to his throat.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Jack lifted his chained hands into the air in surrender. "Easy there."
The man punched him twice as hard across the forehead, making him fall onto his stomach, groaning. He felt the sword prod his back.
"Get up, pirate." The man barked.
He slowly got to his feet, his head throbbing. "Alright, alright, you got me." He raised his hands up again.
The soldier grabbed the back of his coat and shoved him back towards the line of his crew, which were heading towards the Fort Charles Prison. Jack sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. He saw Mr. Teague cast him a sympathetic glance. Turns out they weren't going anywhere yet.