Ok Ok, I know the beginning sucked. Just give me some time to really get
into this one. And I know you'll like it.
CHAPTER 2
They had reached Tortuga a couple of hours ago and had sent some of the crew to
spread word that Captain Jack Sparrow was needing to talk with the Brethren of the
Coast. The rest had gone off to spend their leisure time the way they wished. Only Jack
was left standing on the deck of the ship. His face turned toward the ocean.
The sky and sea were a gloomy gray, the color of a salt dried corpse. The wind
had come sweeping through the island making the palm trees rattle like dry bones. Jacks
unruly dread locks were whipping around him in the wind, but Jack didn't seem to mind.
He was thinking about other things, darker things than the gray sky and sea.
"There's a pretty big storm coming up." Gibbs said looking at the forbidding sky.
"Aye. Ought to be a big one." Jack said back absent mindedly.
They were standing on the deck of the Intrepid looking out at open water. Jack
took a deep breath, taking in the salt and richness of the sea.
"You all right there Jack?" Gibbs asked.
Jack didn't reply he just stood there staring out at the gray. "Jack? You're not
afraid of Anna Maria that much is you? Its bad luck to worry about a wench." Gibbs
cracked a smile trying to get Jack to laugh, or at least be less serious.
Jack looked like he had just awoke from a dream, he spun around frowning his
kohl darkened eyes at his first mate for a moment then his mouth turned up and he
smiled at Gibbs. But Gibbs had come to realize that Jack smile could mean anything.
Gibbs was positive that Jack would have smiled if sharks were tearing his legs off. Just to
recognize the irony. Jack answered, "No. I'm not afraid of Anna Maria. Mind you I don't
feel like being slapped back onto a deserted island but that's not what I'm worried
about." He kept smiling but the smile didn't reach his eyes. They were empty, his golden
brown eyes taking on a gray hugh from the sea.
"Are ya going ta tell me what the matter is then?" asked Gibbs.
"It's the Brethren." Jack answered "We pirates don't have many rules and like to
follow them less. But the first buccaneers in the Brethren set down our code and we all
live by it."
"Aye. I know." Gibbs said.
"Well The Brethren don't look fondly on pirates destroying other pirate's ships.
And I don't want the Pearl sunk to the bottom of old Davy Jones."
Gibbs was confused, "But you were kicked off yer ship and left to die. You fight
other pirates all the time. I don't get it."
Jack smile stayed firmly set on his face, he stoked his mustache and explained,
"What happened to me was permissible. You see the Brethren won't get involved when it
comes to a mutiny. After all, no ships or cargo are lost and what is the worth of one pirate
captain from every other. But sinking another pirate's ship, well that's just waste full."
Jack looked at Gibbs more intently, "You saw the amount of cargo floating in the water.
Barbossa didn't take much if anything. So what accentually that means is that the Black
Pearl destroyed another ship with no intent to save the cargo or take prisoners." Jack
sighed heavily, "Just waste full. Not to mention," Jack added, "I don't really look forward
to seeing Captain Frost again."
"Captain Frost?"
"Captain Jean Frost. She's an ice cold bitch of a pirate and the only woman on in
the leaders of the Brethren. She and I don't see eye ta eye." He flashed Gibbs a happier
smile, "I cheated her out of the Black Pearl in a card game six years ago." He chuckled
quietly to himself remembering older times, "And I don't think she's ever forgiven me."
Gibbs laughed with Jack, "Sounds like something you'd do ya old dog!" Gibbs
patted Jack on the back and then said, "You've been too serious lately just missing the
Pearl and all. Let us head over to THE FAITHFUL BRIDE and wrestle us up some rum."
Jack looked back out to the gloomy sea for a moment then putting his back to the
sea said, "Aye."
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The thick smoke filled air soothed Jack, either that or all the rum he'd been
drinking. Gibbs had wandered off with some pretty whore or another about a half an hour
ago. Even though Jack would have liked to follow suit he didn't. Even in his rum addled
brain he was still worrying. "Can't be help." Jack hiccupped to himself. And then the
yelled, "Oui! Barmaid! Bring us another will you?" The barmaid he had yelled at looked
up and nodded at him.
He put his head down on the table and tried to think of something that would
cheer him up. "da da da da da da da da.we're really bad eggs." He mumbled slurring his
words together.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho." Said a female voice behind him. Jack's head
snapped up and he spun partly around to see you the voice had come from.
A tall woman with black hair streaked with white stood next to him her very
unworldly ice blue eyes looking down at him. Jack slumped back into his chair, scowling
at her, "'ello Frost."
"That's Captain Frost Jack." The woman said the last word like it made a bad
taste in her mouth.
"Aye, aye whatever. You going to sit down?" Jack asked kicking the other chair
out for her.
She smiled icily at him and sat down. She was dressed in a light blue men's frock
coat with a white shirt and britches to match and from where Jack was sitting it looked
like it was all made out of silk. "Well don't we look all dressed up like a Christmas
goose." Jack slurred at Frost.
Frost raised a disapproving eyebrow and retorted, "And I see that you haven't
changed at all Jack." She sniffed the air dramatically and wrinkled her nose, "Still
smelling like a bar and drowning your sorrows away. Honestly Jack how did you ever
expect to become a successful pirate Captain?"
Jack scowled and mumbled under his breath, "I am successful you bitch."
"I'm sorry," Frost said batting her eyes, "What was that."
"Oh nothing." Jack answered.
"If you're quite finished." Frost said looking dissentingly at him. "Would you
please tell me why you've been sending all of your miscreants out trying to call up the
Brethren."
Just then the barmaid appeared with Jacks new glass of rum. Jack smiled happily
and reached for it, only to have it picked up by Frost who looking at him evilly said,
"Why thank you Jack." And took a long swallow. This was going to be a bad night, he
could tell right now.
CHAPTER 2
They had reached Tortuga a couple of hours ago and had sent some of the crew to
spread word that Captain Jack Sparrow was needing to talk with the Brethren of the
Coast. The rest had gone off to spend their leisure time the way they wished. Only Jack
was left standing on the deck of the ship. His face turned toward the ocean.
The sky and sea were a gloomy gray, the color of a salt dried corpse. The wind
had come sweeping through the island making the palm trees rattle like dry bones. Jacks
unruly dread locks were whipping around him in the wind, but Jack didn't seem to mind.
He was thinking about other things, darker things than the gray sky and sea.
"There's a pretty big storm coming up." Gibbs said looking at the forbidding sky.
"Aye. Ought to be a big one." Jack said back absent mindedly.
They were standing on the deck of the Intrepid looking out at open water. Jack
took a deep breath, taking in the salt and richness of the sea.
"You all right there Jack?" Gibbs asked.
Jack didn't reply he just stood there staring out at the gray. "Jack? You're not
afraid of Anna Maria that much is you? Its bad luck to worry about a wench." Gibbs
cracked a smile trying to get Jack to laugh, or at least be less serious.
Jack looked like he had just awoke from a dream, he spun around frowning his
kohl darkened eyes at his first mate for a moment then his mouth turned up and he
smiled at Gibbs. But Gibbs had come to realize that Jack smile could mean anything.
Gibbs was positive that Jack would have smiled if sharks were tearing his legs off. Just to
recognize the irony. Jack answered, "No. I'm not afraid of Anna Maria. Mind you I don't
feel like being slapped back onto a deserted island but that's not what I'm worried
about." He kept smiling but the smile didn't reach his eyes. They were empty, his golden
brown eyes taking on a gray hugh from the sea.
"Are ya going ta tell me what the matter is then?" asked Gibbs.
"It's the Brethren." Jack answered "We pirates don't have many rules and like to
follow them less. But the first buccaneers in the Brethren set down our code and we all
live by it."
"Aye. I know." Gibbs said.
"Well The Brethren don't look fondly on pirates destroying other pirate's ships.
And I don't want the Pearl sunk to the bottom of old Davy Jones."
Gibbs was confused, "But you were kicked off yer ship and left to die. You fight
other pirates all the time. I don't get it."
Jack smile stayed firmly set on his face, he stoked his mustache and explained,
"What happened to me was permissible. You see the Brethren won't get involved when it
comes to a mutiny. After all, no ships or cargo are lost and what is the worth of one pirate
captain from every other. But sinking another pirate's ship, well that's just waste full."
Jack looked at Gibbs more intently, "You saw the amount of cargo floating in the water.
Barbossa didn't take much if anything. So what accentually that means is that the Black
Pearl destroyed another ship with no intent to save the cargo or take prisoners." Jack
sighed heavily, "Just waste full. Not to mention," Jack added, "I don't really look forward
to seeing Captain Frost again."
"Captain Frost?"
"Captain Jean Frost. She's an ice cold bitch of a pirate and the only woman on in
the leaders of the Brethren. She and I don't see eye ta eye." He flashed Gibbs a happier
smile, "I cheated her out of the Black Pearl in a card game six years ago." He chuckled
quietly to himself remembering older times, "And I don't think she's ever forgiven me."
Gibbs laughed with Jack, "Sounds like something you'd do ya old dog!" Gibbs
patted Jack on the back and then said, "You've been too serious lately just missing the
Pearl and all. Let us head over to THE FAITHFUL BRIDE and wrestle us up some rum."
Jack looked back out to the gloomy sea for a moment then putting his back to the
sea said, "Aye."
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The thick smoke filled air soothed Jack, either that or all the rum he'd been
drinking. Gibbs had wandered off with some pretty whore or another about a half an hour
ago. Even though Jack would have liked to follow suit he didn't. Even in his rum addled
brain he was still worrying. "Can't be help." Jack hiccupped to himself. And then the
yelled, "Oui! Barmaid! Bring us another will you?" The barmaid he had yelled at looked
up and nodded at him.
He put his head down on the table and tried to think of something that would
cheer him up. "da da da da da da da da.we're really bad eggs." He mumbled slurring his
words together.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho." Said a female voice behind him. Jack's head
snapped up and he spun partly around to see you the voice had come from.
A tall woman with black hair streaked with white stood next to him her very
unworldly ice blue eyes looking down at him. Jack slumped back into his chair, scowling
at her, "'ello Frost."
"That's Captain Frost Jack." The woman said the last word like it made a bad
taste in her mouth.
"Aye, aye whatever. You going to sit down?" Jack asked kicking the other chair
out for her.
She smiled icily at him and sat down. She was dressed in a light blue men's frock
coat with a white shirt and britches to match and from where Jack was sitting it looked
like it was all made out of silk. "Well don't we look all dressed up like a Christmas
goose." Jack slurred at Frost.
Frost raised a disapproving eyebrow and retorted, "And I see that you haven't
changed at all Jack." She sniffed the air dramatically and wrinkled her nose, "Still
smelling like a bar and drowning your sorrows away. Honestly Jack how did you ever
expect to become a successful pirate Captain?"
Jack scowled and mumbled under his breath, "I am successful you bitch."
"I'm sorry," Frost said batting her eyes, "What was that."
"Oh nothing." Jack answered.
"If you're quite finished." Frost said looking dissentingly at him. "Would you
please tell me why you've been sending all of your miscreants out trying to call up the
Brethren."
Just then the barmaid appeared with Jacks new glass of rum. Jack smiled happily
and reached for it, only to have it picked up by Frost who looking at him evilly said,
"Why thank you Jack." And took a long swallow. This was going to be a bad night, he
could tell right now.
