Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the
characters from the story except Swift, who is my pirate character! Go
figure huh?
A/N: Alright, I'm just going to say that things aren't going to seem like they're going anywhere for now, but trust me, things will lay out in a few chapters.
The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Crown of Cortez
Chapter 1
"Easy there, Ms. Kaitlyn." Jack spoke in his annoyingly drunken-sounding voice, which people began to call his normal voice now. He grinned stupidly as the woman tugging the rope as hard as she possibly could glared at him and made a motion to swing the rope so that the bar the held the sails in it's place would swing and hit him in the face.
"Do you ever really learn your lesson?" Kaitlyn, also known as Swift, replied in a lightly-accented irritated British voice. "Oh, bloody hell.Like that would ever happen!" She shook her head and continued to pull until the sails had completely fanned out and were ready to take them off to England once more.
Jack spoke sarcastically, "Oh, milady, that hurt!" He just grinned some more as the girl spat at his feet and went off below deck. He went back up to the upper deck and began sailing, using his compass that didn't even point north to guide his way.
Below deck were two more girls, grinning at Swift as she came down the steps. "So," The girl to the left spoke, "Whatever happened to the time when you said 'Oh Captain Sparrow is so handsome! I bet his manners can live up to that as well'?" She also had a light British accent.
"Oh, shut up, Raven." Swift spoke sharply, pouring some rum into a cup and taking it to the table. "He looked like something of a gentleman, besides the fact that he wore pirate clothes. But hey, you girls know how I love pirates."
"Exactly," Raven spoke, grinning proudly. "He's a pirate. Pirates are always rude and obnoxious, and you just admitted it that you like pirates!"
"Oooooo, you little." Swift growled, but decided to keep her mouth shut before Raven turned another thing she said around on her.
The other girl grinned. "You two are always so amusing to listen to. But I don't know if it's more amusing to listen to Swift and Jack argue." She spoke in a knowing, British air.
"Okay, would you drop it, please, Raven, Becca?" Swift pleaded, on the verge of turning beet red. Ever since they were rescued and pulled on this ship, the girls had teased her mercilessly because she had thought the Captain was quite handsome and hoped maybe too much that he had a charming personality to match. Boy was she wrong. They fought a lot, not like Jack ever got mad or anything, he argued with her for amusement.
Becca and Raven exchanged evil glances. "Oh, I can just picture her when he swings in heroically to save Will," Raven made a dramatic pause. "Oh, he looks so cunning and brave, stealthily sneaking in to break Will out. Sexy- !" She stopped suddenly when the captain opened the door and peeked in with a playful grin.
"What is going on down here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Raven gave him an innocent smile. "Oh, Captain! We were just talking about you!" She spoke.
"Oh, I bet you were." He grinned. "Did I hear the word sexy?"
Swift looked so menacingly angry that she nearly scared Raven. She was totally leading on the fact that Swift liked him, and she could not imagine how much worse things could get between them if he knew. Or. What if they got better?
"Captain." Raven spoke sarcastically. "You need to stop spending so much time in the sun." She tapped her head. "It's messing with your already frail mind!"
Jack gave her a thumbs-up and a cheesy wink, "You bet!" and left, closing the door again behind him.
"Oooohhh I hate you girls!" Swift cried when his footsteps stopped.
"But you do still love us or you wouldn't be here right now, right?" Becca countered, grinning.
Swift mumbled. "The reason why I'm here right now is for the money and treasure, okay?" She took a long sip of her rum and sighed as Raven and Becca just laughed at how arrogant she could be sometimes.
~*~*~*~
Will sighed and looked out the small window in his jail cell. Another storm was coming, meaning he would have to duck down in a corner against the wall of the window so he didn't get drenched. Those nights aren't fun, and he did have the experience before of having to put up with being poured on through the window all night.
Will would rather of killed himself than stay in this cell forever with the imaginary guilt of killing his wife. How could anyone possibly believe that he would kill his wife, who as he had recently found out from one of her maids was three months pregnant? For what purpose? If he had wanted to leave her, he would have just.left. But he loved Elizabeth too much to leave her. He didn't think he'd ever feel that way about any girl ever again.
He glanced up sadly as a guard came to his cell and looked at him. "I didn't do it. I swear." He spoke weakly.
The guard sighed and nodded. "Law is law, Will. You can't escape it." Was all he said before going back to his post.
Will's eyes began to fill with tears as he heard a distant rumble of thunder. He got up and glanced out at the ocean. And then his thoughts strayed out for the first time in a while toward Captain Jack Sparrow, one of his old pirate buddies. Jack had done so much for him, saved him so many times.He wished that Jack could save him now, no matter how insane the man was. He always came up with some of the best ways to get out of certain situations. The man was a complete drunken idiot, even when he hadn't drunk any rum, but was always very amusing to watch and listen to. Oh, how he missed that man.
Rain began to pour in through the window, and with it came the first flash of lightning, and then a crash of thunder. What a long night it would become. All he could think about was how much he missed his old friends and wife, and now it was storming and raining right into his cell.
Will sighed and scooted over into the corner of his cell so the rain didn't get him totally soaked or anything. He decided to think of something that might make him fall asleep.
History!
He gleefully paged through his mental history book, but somehow the pages always showed something about Cortez and his army. He shrugged and "read" what he could of the history. He soon came upon a very chilling tale about the Crown of Cortez.
When the man was buried, the tomb was hidden in a cave out in some remote islands in the Caribbean Ocean. Many other people committed suicide just to hopefully have the chance to be buried with him. Only one hundred of the thousands of people that killed themselves were actually buried. On the people was six feet of dirt and rocks. Next, was the treasure. Piles upon piles of gold and silver; gems and precious stones. But upon it was a large chest, which Will recognized as the chest full of the Aztecan gold. He also noticed that on top of the chest was a crown. The crown Jack had stolen a year earlier in the cave after the curse had been lifted.
The next bits of information was what really terrified Will. When the crown was removed from its place in the cave, terrible things would happen. The dead would take a whole year to crawl out of their graves and the treasure, but once they were out, they hunted down the crown wherever their mindless cravings for it drove them. They never stopped; never rested; until they found the crown, and killed whomever held the crown.
Will had enough. He stopped thinking about it and just decided to listen to the storm until he fell asleep, which he seriously hoped would happen. But he just couldn't help but worry about Jack. It had been a year since he took the crown three days ago. Was Jack alright? Were the zombies after Jack yet? He sure hoped not.
A/N: Alright, I'm just going to say that things aren't going to seem like they're going anywhere for now, but trust me, things will lay out in a few chapters.
The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Crown of Cortez
Chapter 1
"Easy there, Ms. Kaitlyn." Jack spoke in his annoyingly drunken-sounding voice, which people began to call his normal voice now. He grinned stupidly as the woman tugging the rope as hard as she possibly could glared at him and made a motion to swing the rope so that the bar the held the sails in it's place would swing and hit him in the face.
"Do you ever really learn your lesson?" Kaitlyn, also known as Swift, replied in a lightly-accented irritated British voice. "Oh, bloody hell.Like that would ever happen!" She shook her head and continued to pull until the sails had completely fanned out and were ready to take them off to England once more.
Jack spoke sarcastically, "Oh, milady, that hurt!" He just grinned some more as the girl spat at his feet and went off below deck. He went back up to the upper deck and began sailing, using his compass that didn't even point north to guide his way.
Below deck were two more girls, grinning at Swift as she came down the steps. "So," The girl to the left spoke, "Whatever happened to the time when you said 'Oh Captain Sparrow is so handsome! I bet his manners can live up to that as well'?" She also had a light British accent.
"Oh, shut up, Raven." Swift spoke sharply, pouring some rum into a cup and taking it to the table. "He looked like something of a gentleman, besides the fact that he wore pirate clothes. But hey, you girls know how I love pirates."
"Exactly," Raven spoke, grinning proudly. "He's a pirate. Pirates are always rude and obnoxious, and you just admitted it that you like pirates!"
"Oooooo, you little." Swift growled, but decided to keep her mouth shut before Raven turned another thing she said around on her.
The other girl grinned. "You two are always so amusing to listen to. But I don't know if it's more amusing to listen to Swift and Jack argue." She spoke in a knowing, British air.
"Okay, would you drop it, please, Raven, Becca?" Swift pleaded, on the verge of turning beet red. Ever since they were rescued and pulled on this ship, the girls had teased her mercilessly because she had thought the Captain was quite handsome and hoped maybe too much that he had a charming personality to match. Boy was she wrong. They fought a lot, not like Jack ever got mad or anything, he argued with her for amusement.
Becca and Raven exchanged evil glances. "Oh, I can just picture her when he swings in heroically to save Will," Raven made a dramatic pause. "Oh, he looks so cunning and brave, stealthily sneaking in to break Will out. Sexy- !" She stopped suddenly when the captain opened the door and peeked in with a playful grin.
"What is going on down here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Raven gave him an innocent smile. "Oh, Captain! We were just talking about you!" She spoke.
"Oh, I bet you were." He grinned. "Did I hear the word sexy?"
Swift looked so menacingly angry that she nearly scared Raven. She was totally leading on the fact that Swift liked him, and she could not imagine how much worse things could get between them if he knew. Or. What if they got better?
"Captain." Raven spoke sarcastically. "You need to stop spending so much time in the sun." She tapped her head. "It's messing with your already frail mind!"
Jack gave her a thumbs-up and a cheesy wink, "You bet!" and left, closing the door again behind him.
"Oooohhh I hate you girls!" Swift cried when his footsteps stopped.
"But you do still love us or you wouldn't be here right now, right?" Becca countered, grinning.
Swift mumbled. "The reason why I'm here right now is for the money and treasure, okay?" She took a long sip of her rum and sighed as Raven and Becca just laughed at how arrogant she could be sometimes.
~*~*~*~
Will sighed and looked out the small window in his jail cell. Another storm was coming, meaning he would have to duck down in a corner against the wall of the window so he didn't get drenched. Those nights aren't fun, and he did have the experience before of having to put up with being poured on through the window all night.
Will would rather of killed himself than stay in this cell forever with the imaginary guilt of killing his wife. How could anyone possibly believe that he would kill his wife, who as he had recently found out from one of her maids was three months pregnant? For what purpose? If he had wanted to leave her, he would have just.left. But he loved Elizabeth too much to leave her. He didn't think he'd ever feel that way about any girl ever again.
He glanced up sadly as a guard came to his cell and looked at him. "I didn't do it. I swear." He spoke weakly.
The guard sighed and nodded. "Law is law, Will. You can't escape it." Was all he said before going back to his post.
Will's eyes began to fill with tears as he heard a distant rumble of thunder. He got up and glanced out at the ocean. And then his thoughts strayed out for the first time in a while toward Captain Jack Sparrow, one of his old pirate buddies. Jack had done so much for him, saved him so many times.He wished that Jack could save him now, no matter how insane the man was. He always came up with some of the best ways to get out of certain situations. The man was a complete drunken idiot, even when he hadn't drunk any rum, but was always very amusing to watch and listen to. Oh, how he missed that man.
Rain began to pour in through the window, and with it came the first flash of lightning, and then a crash of thunder. What a long night it would become. All he could think about was how much he missed his old friends and wife, and now it was storming and raining right into his cell.
Will sighed and scooted over into the corner of his cell so the rain didn't get him totally soaked or anything. He decided to think of something that might make him fall asleep.
History!
He gleefully paged through his mental history book, but somehow the pages always showed something about Cortez and his army. He shrugged and "read" what he could of the history. He soon came upon a very chilling tale about the Crown of Cortez.
When the man was buried, the tomb was hidden in a cave out in some remote islands in the Caribbean Ocean. Many other people committed suicide just to hopefully have the chance to be buried with him. Only one hundred of the thousands of people that killed themselves were actually buried. On the people was six feet of dirt and rocks. Next, was the treasure. Piles upon piles of gold and silver; gems and precious stones. But upon it was a large chest, which Will recognized as the chest full of the Aztecan gold. He also noticed that on top of the chest was a crown. The crown Jack had stolen a year earlier in the cave after the curse had been lifted.
The next bits of information was what really terrified Will. When the crown was removed from its place in the cave, terrible things would happen. The dead would take a whole year to crawl out of their graves and the treasure, but once they were out, they hunted down the crown wherever their mindless cravings for it drove them. They never stopped; never rested; until they found the crown, and killed whomever held the crown.
Will had enough. He stopped thinking about it and just decided to listen to the storm until he fell asleep, which he seriously hoped would happen. But he just couldn't help but worry about Jack. It had been a year since he took the crown three days ago. Was Jack alright? Were the zombies after Jack yet? He sure hoped not.