Okay, this is going to take place a month or so after POTC. I've only just written this prologue, but expect more soon.
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Prologue
In the pitch black of midnight, the sounds of drunken singing could be heard. The loud, discordant melody suggested multiple singers, but only one lone man staggered down the alley, a mostly-empty bottle of rum in his hand. The words were jumbled and nonsensical, but he didn't seem to care that he was making a spectacle of himself.
"And really bad eggs! Something, something, something.." he mumbled, unsure of the words, pausing momentarily to belch loudly, further humiliating himself.
He stopped suddenly in the darkness and squinted upwards, peering intently, well as intently as a drunk man is able, at a swinging wooden sign above his head. A pair of crossed hammers were carved on it as well as the name of the smithy, for that was what the place was.
"Looks like we're home," he slurred loudly to the empty street.
Just as he was about to step into the building, his building, a sudden weight dropped onto his shoulder and he screamed, childishly. He dropped the bottle of rum to the ground, where it smashed, noisily. The loud crash seemed to rouse him from his stupor and he paused in his frightened screaming. Long enough to realize the suspicious weight was still strewn across his shoulder.
Slowly, he turned his head to look at what it was that had landed on him. His stare was met by a pair of curious, intelligent black eyes set in a face of whitish fur. A monkey.
" 'Ello. What 'ave we here?" he asked, seemingly unaware of the oddity of having a monkey land on his shoulder in the middle of the night. Or perhaps he was too interested in the piece of gold in the monkey's mouth to care.
He took the intricately carved medallion from the tiny animal's mouth and peered at it.
"Well, that's interesting."