CHAPTER 3
Well Jack had just spent the last half an hour explaining his troubles to Frost. He
had embellished some of the detail due to the fact that he was just a bit tipsy. Saying how
he had to escape from the fiery ruble using only his wit or something. In which Frost said
in response, "It's amazing how any of you survived."
Jack frowned at her groggily realizing a little late that she had insulted him again.
What else was new? But now that he had finished his story Frost was looking at him with
a thoughtful expression on her face. After Jack had waited for a good ten more minutes
she spoke again, her smooth cold voice rolling over his drunken mind like water, "Hum.
Well Jack I actually think that you're on to something for once." She got up unexpectedly
and turning around said, "Let's go!"
She was walking toward the exit and into the rain that had been falling in buckets
since he reached the tavern. He caught up to Frost and gabbing hold of her right forearm
said, "Wait, a second girl. Where are we going?"
Frost looked at his hand on her arm, raised her eyebrow and said, "You wanted to
see the Brethren, now the Brethren will see you." She pulled her arm out of his hand.
Jack stuck his head out the door and smiling viciously said, "But its pouring rain
love, you'll get your fancies all wet."
"Don't be calling me love Captain Sparrow. I have no wish to fill that bill. But,"
she said looking out the door and whistling, two large bulky black men came out of the
shadows one was covered in pistols and the other, covered in knives. The knife man
reached behind his back and Jack went for his own sword. The knife man pulled out an
umbrella. And holding it above the door helped Frost into the street.
Jack feeling quite foolish put his sword back and grumbled, "I've met English
ladies with less vanity than you."
"Yes Jack. But none of them are rumored to have killed twenty men,"
"Half in there bed's." Jack interrupted her. "Aye. I don't know many woman
who've done that."
She smiled an unfriendly smile and continued "Anyway Pink-eye wishes to speak
with you." She stepped out into the storm under her umbrella. "I only hope your sober
enough to make some real sense."
"Pink-eye?" Jack asked "You don't mean Lucious Crane do ya?" he smiled
pleadingly.
"Who else would I mean you half-wit." Frost rolled her eyes and began walking.
Jack looked at the black sky and cascading water then stepped out into it. He didn't want
to meet Crane. His reputation proceeded him, and that was enough. He could feel the
water soaking through his dirty cloths drenching his skin. Normally he liked the feeling
of rain on himself but tonight he couldn't enjoy it. It was a bad night and he could only
see it getting worse.
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Commodore Lucious "Pink-eye" Crane was the head of the most feared pirates in
the Spanish mane and the unacknowledged leader of the Brethren. He got his nickname
due to the fact that he had lost his left eye in a skirmish with the Chinese navy years ago
and replaced it with a ruby that he had smoothed down, and reportedly when Lucious
turned his eye on you he could tell if you were lying or not. Lucious, or so the story goes,
was first captured by a group of pirates off the coast of Madagascar and forced to work
as a slave rower in their ship. He escaped and finding his way to China and Japan, he
stole an old Chinese war ship and naming it THE RISING SUN turned pirate himself and
started to terrorize the waters off the coast of China and Japan. He always carried around
a special sword that he took off of a ship in Japanese waters. The blade was rumored to
be magical, it sings before it deals the final death blow. Longing for greater adventures
Pink-eye sailed his ship into the Caribbean and further into legend.
Now Jack who took every rumor he heard with a pinch of salt knew that even if
you didn't believe half the tales the other half was just as impressive. Every pirate wanted
to be Pink-eye. And Jack mulling all this over in his head realized with a smile, "What
better way to after a myth than with a bigger myth?" He knew if he could persuade Pink-
eye to help him then the Black Pearl was as good as his again. Jack realizing that they
were slowing down stopped and asked, "We here?"
"Just look." Frost said waving her hand toward a ship of apparent oriental
manufacture, the square sails folded like a fan on the top of the mainsail. Jack couldn't
keep looking up because the wind was blowing the water directly into his eyes.
He fallowed Frost on board and she guided them into a well lighted, and
expansive Captains quarters were four men sat around a rectangular table. Frost
smoothing her hair back from her face went and sat down at the table. Jack stood there
for a moment before a loud booming voice said, "Please sit down Captain Sparrow."
Jack turned to look at the man who had spoken, the man, who had stood up was
huge at least 6'5" and built like the Great Wall of China. His skin turned the color of
walnuts from too much sun. He had a long, bushy, think black beard, twisted about it were
long shark bones, but the rest of his hair was shaved close to his head. When the man
turned his head slightly it caught his left eye in the candle light flashing crimson on the
ruby embedded in it.
"Commodore Crane?" Jack asked smiling.
"Aye, the very same." The Commodore smiled back, (or at least Jack thought he
was smiling. It was a little hard to tell with the beard.)
Jack, feeling back in his element, slid forward in his lolling gate and slipped into
one of the chairs. Crane settled back into his and folding his large paws looked at Jack
and said, "Well Jack, I may call you Jack right? I've been hearing stories about a ship
with black sails, that's been blowing up pirate sloops without so much as taking their
cargo." He paused significantly and continued, "A ship that I believe was at one time in
your possession."
"Aye, the Black Pearl." She shot Frost a smile and was even more pleased as she
turned red with indignation. "I've been trying to catch up with her and take her back."
"I've heard about that too." Pink-eye said, "And I believe something about a girl
and you stealing a ship from another."
"Aye, those stories you hear are true." Jack said proudly. Pink-eye had heard of
him. That was damn near godhood for most pirates.
Pink-eye said, "Including the one about you using sea turtles to escape from the
island that Barbossa marooned you on?"
"What can I say?" Jack grin haughtily, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Frost sputtered and looked like she would jump over the table and try to cut his
throat. Jack suddenly became aware of the other three men at the table he turned to
glance at them and Pink-eye realizing what Jack was doing said, "Those are my other
three Captains, Saint Nick, Daniel Gillis, and Donald Slash." The last man, Donald raised
his right hand in a half greeting showing off a very shiny silver hook that was strapped
into the place his hand should have been.
Jack smiled at them all politely and turning back to Pink-eye said, "I've got a
proposition for you mate." He began gesturing his hands emphatically as he got more
excited, "All right, the way I see it. You don't want to be having a rogue pirate ship
blowing up those other little pirate boats out there savvy? And you would also like to
retain your place as the reigning bogyman of the pirate world see? So the way I see it,
you help me get my ship back and no more ships or cargo being lost and you are the one
with the credit, Pink-eye brings down Barbossa who apparently was kicked out of hell
because he was so bad. Or at least that's what they're saying now."
The old pirate with the white beard that Pink-eye had introduced as Saint Nick
spoke up, "If we all agree to help you with this Jack then we must be compensated."
"What were ya thinking of?" Jack asked cautiously still smiling.
"We have been planning an attack on Portobello fer a couple of months. We was
thinking that if ya help us win the city then we would help ya get yer boat back."
"Portobello? Isn't that in the centrals?" Jack asked.
"Aye. It's about a month or two venture. If ye are up to it." Quipped in Gillis,
smoothing his greasy brown hair back under his three pointed hat.
Jack thought for a moment. And Pink-eye asked in his deep booming voice, "Do
we have an accord?"
Jack grinned evilly and said, "Aye." Jack shook hands with Pink-eye and looking
into his ruby eye said, "This ought to be fun."
Pink-eye laughed heartily and slapped Jack on the back, "Welcome to the
Brethren Captain Sparrow."
The only one in the room not smiling was Frost, she was glowering darkly at
Jack. But Jack didn't care, he was going to get his ship back, even if he had to sack every
island in the Caribbean to do it.
Well Jack had just spent the last half an hour explaining his troubles to Frost. He
had embellished some of the detail due to the fact that he was just a bit tipsy. Saying how
he had to escape from the fiery ruble using only his wit or something. In which Frost said
in response, "It's amazing how any of you survived."
Jack frowned at her groggily realizing a little late that she had insulted him again.
What else was new? But now that he had finished his story Frost was looking at him with
a thoughtful expression on her face. After Jack had waited for a good ten more minutes
she spoke again, her smooth cold voice rolling over his drunken mind like water, "Hum.
Well Jack I actually think that you're on to something for once." She got up unexpectedly
and turning around said, "Let's go!"
She was walking toward the exit and into the rain that had been falling in buckets
since he reached the tavern. He caught up to Frost and gabbing hold of her right forearm
said, "Wait, a second girl. Where are we going?"
Frost looked at his hand on her arm, raised her eyebrow and said, "You wanted to
see the Brethren, now the Brethren will see you." She pulled her arm out of his hand.
Jack stuck his head out the door and smiling viciously said, "But its pouring rain
love, you'll get your fancies all wet."
"Don't be calling me love Captain Sparrow. I have no wish to fill that bill. But,"
she said looking out the door and whistling, two large bulky black men came out of the
shadows one was covered in pistols and the other, covered in knives. The knife man
reached behind his back and Jack went for his own sword. The knife man pulled out an
umbrella. And holding it above the door helped Frost into the street.
Jack feeling quite foolish put his sword back and grumbled, "I've met English
ladies with less vanity than you."
"Yes Jack. But none of them are rumored to have killed twenty men,"
"Half in there bed's." Jack interrupted her. "Aye. I don't know many woman
who've done that."
She smiled an unfriendly smile and continued "Anyway Pink-eye wishes to speak
with you." She stepped out into the storm under her umbrella. "I only hope your sober
enough to make some real sense."
"Pink-eye?" Jack asked "You don't mean Lucious Crane do ya?" he smiled
pleadingly.
"Who else would I mean you half-wit." Frost rolled her eyes and began walking.
Jack looked at the black sky and cascading water then stepped out into it. He didn't want
to meet Crane. His reputation proceeded him, and that was enough. He could feel the
water soaking through his dirty cloths drenching his skin. Normally he liked the feeling
of rain on himself but tonight he couldn't enjoy it. It was a bad night and he could only
see it getting worse.
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Commodore Lucious "Pink-eye" Crane was the head of the most feared pirates in
the Spanish mane and the unacknowledged leader of the Brethren. He got his nickname
due to the fact that he had lost his left eye in a skirmish with the Chinese navy years ago
and replaced it with a ruby that he had smoothed down, and reportedly when Lucious
turned his eye on you he could tell if you were lying or not. Lucious, or so the story goes,
was first captured by a group of pirates off the coast of Madagascar and forced to work
as a slave rower in their ship. He escaped and finding his way to China and Japan, he
stole an old Chinese war ship and naming it THE RISING SUN turned pirate himself and
started to terrorize the waters off the coast of China and Japan. He always carried around
a special sword that he took off of a ship in Japanese waters. The blade was rumored to
be magical, it sings before it deals the final death blow. Longing for greater adventures
Pink-eye sailed his ship into the Caribbean and further into legend.
Now Jack who took every rumor he heard with a pinch of salt knew that even if
you didn't believe half the tales the other half was just as impressive. Every pirate wanted
to be Pink-eye. And Jack mulling all this over in his head realized with a smile, "What
better way to after a myth than with a bigger myth?" He knew if he could persuade Pink-
eye to help him then the Black Pearl was as good as his again. Jack realizing that they
were slowing down stopped and asked, "We here?"
"Just look." Frost said waving her hand toward a ship of apparent oriental
manufacture, the square sails folded like a fan on the top of the mainsail. Jack couldn't
keep looking up because the wind was blowing the water directly into his eyes.
He fallowed Frost on board and she guided them into a well lighted, and
expansive Captains quarters were four men sat around a rectangular table. Frost
smoothing her hair back from her face went and sat down at the table. Jack stood there
for a moment before a loud booming voice said, "Please sit down Captain Sparrow."
Jack turned to look at the man who had spoken, the man, who had stood up was
huge at least 6'5" and built like the Great Wall of China. His skin turned the color of
walnuts from too much sun. He had a long, bushy, think black beard, twisted about it were
long shark bones, but the rest of his hair was shaved close to his head. When the man
turned his head slightly it caught his left eye in the candle light flashing crimson on the
ruby embedded in it.
"Commodore Crane?" Jack asked smiling.
"Aye, the very same." The Commodore smiled back, (or at least Jack thought he
was smiling. It was a little hard to tell with the beard.)
Jack, feeling back in his element, slid forward in his lolling gate and slipped into
one of the chairs. Crane settled back into his and folding his large paws looked at Jack
and said, "Well Jack, I may call you Jack right? I've been hearing stories about a ship
with black sails, that's been blowing up pirate sloops without so much as taking their
cargo." He paused significantly and continued, "A ship that I believe was at one time in
your possession."
"Aye, the Black Pearl." She shot Frost a smile and was even more pleased as she
turned red with indignation. "I've been trying to catch up with her and take her back."
"I've heard about that too." Pink-eye said, "And I believe something about a girl
and you stealing a ship from another."
"Aye, those stories you hear are true." Jack said proudly. Pink-eye had heard of
him. That was damn near godhood for most pirates.
Pink-eye said, "Including the one about you using sea turtles to escape from the
island that Barbossa marooned you on?"
"What can I say?" Jack grin haughtily, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Frost sputtered and looked like she would jump over the table and try to cut his
throat. Jack suddenly became aware of the other three men at the table he turned to
glance at them and Pink-eye realizing what Jack was doing said, "Those are my other
three Captains, Saint Nick, Daniel Gillis, and Donald Slash." The last man, Donald raised
his right hand in a half greeting showing off a very shiny silver hook that was strapped
into the place his hand should have been.
Jack smiled at them all politely and turning back to Pink-eye said, "I've got a
proposition for you mate." He began gesturing his hands emphatically as he got more
excited, "All right, the way I see it. You don't want to be having a rogue pirate ship
blowing up those other little pirate boats out there savvy? And you would also like to
retain your place as the reigning bogyman of the pirate world see? So the way I see it,
you help me get my ship back and no more ships or cargo being lost and you are the one
with the credit, Pink-eye brings down Barbossa who apparently was kicked out of hell
because he was so bad. Or at least that's what they're saying now."
The old pirate with the white beard that Pink-eye had introduced as Saint Nick
spoke up, "If we all agree to help you with this Jack then we must be compensated."
"What were ya thinking of?" Jack asked cautiously still smiling.
"We have been planning an attack on Portobello fer a couple of months. We was
thinking that if ya help us win the city then we would help ya get yer boat back."
"Portobello? Isn't that in the centrals?" Jack asked.
"Aye. It's about a month or two venture. If ye are up to it." Quipped in Gillis,
smoothing his greasy brown hair back under his three pointed hat.
Jack thought for a moment. And Pink-eye asked in his deep booming voice, "Do
we have an accord?"
Jack grinned evilly and said, "Aye." Jack shook hands with Pink-eye and looking
into his ruby eye said, "This ought to be fun."
Pink-eye laughed heartily and slapped Jack on the back, "Welcome to the
Brethren Captain Sparrow."
The only one in the room not smiling was Frost, she was glowering darkly at
Jack. But Jack didn't care, he was going to get his ship back, even if he had to sack every
island in the Caribbean to do it.
