It was dark. It was black. It was a swirling black hole. The pitch-
colored night was coming.. coming for him. It had stolen all the air, all
the precious air away, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. Gasping in long
breaths of air, he slowly opened his eyes.
Will Turner was locked in silent brig of the Interceptor. It was still dark. But the air wasn't gone. Oh no, it was much, much worse than that.
All these long years boarded up had changed Will. His coarse black hair had grown halfway down his back and a slight beard covered his chin. But he had changed emotionally as well, not just physically. He spat on all humanity- for they had let him become this-this monster. Oh yes, he remembered the day it all started quite well.
Just under ten years ago, Will had left his bonny lass, Elizabeth Swann, and gone to sail under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate, on the Black Pearl. Will had planned to gather up enough booty to pay for a wedding, then propose as soon as they returned to Port Royale and Elizabeth.
Alas, things did not go exactly as planned..
"One thousand, two hundred and twenty.. One thousand, two hundred and twenty-one.. Mate, we be rich men!" Captain Jack Sparrow grinned at his excited young first mate, Will Turner. "And there's still plenty more to count! Be sure to have a big wedding when we go to fetch Elizabeth- the more drinks, the merrier!"
Will simply smiled at his friend. As soon as possible, they would set sail back to Port Royale- and of course, back to Elizabeth. Elizabeth.. he couldn't wait to see the huge grin on Elizabeth's face when he proposed. The two of them would have a perfect life together. A beautiful white house in Port Royale to live in with their four cute little blonde children- "That's the life for me," Will mused to himself. "Ahh.. that's the life for me."
Will's fantasies were interrupted by the call of the lookout- "The Interceptor heading towards us, at about fifteen miles per the hour!"
It would be apparent to anyone watching those aboard The Black Pearl that this was not good news. The pirates of the afore-mentioned ship had looks of surprise and confusion imprinted on their faces. The Interceptor had been sunk, with Captain Barbossa's crew aboard it as punishment for their misdeeds. There had been simply too many pirates to hang them all, so Governor Swann and Commodore Norrington had proposed to have the pirates chained in the brig of the Interceptor and sink it. This plan had been carried out uniformly and everyone in Port Royale had seen the Interceptor sink to the bottom of the sea. But if that was true, how could it be sailing straight toward them?
"Jack..do you realize what the lookout is saying?"
Jack didn't answer. He didn't need to. The bewildered expression on his face showed all.
"The lookout might be wrong," Will continued, trying to calm his fear. "I mean, that ship couldn't really be The Interceptor, could it?"
But it was. It sailed with dirty, torn, black sails and there was no mistaking the name emblazoned across the ship's side. Somehow, someway, The Interceptor had returned.
Before any of the pirates could react, a big BOOM and a hole on one side of the Pearl told them what damage had been done. Then Sparrow reacted viciously.
"Stop blowing holes in me ship! Okay ye pack of rotten scallywags- load the cannons! Don't be afraid to use all we've got! If ye don't, then yer already dead!"
Too frightened to do anything else, the Jack's crew of various miscreants followed orders. They loaded the cannons with all the ammo they had, and when they ran out, they substituted forks and knives from the galley and even Cotton's sword. Basically, anything they could find was considered suitable ammo.
However, The Interceptor kept creeping closer and closer toward The Black Pearl, until it was close enough for a pirate to jump from one side to the other.
"So this is what they want?" Will mused thoughtfully. "A full-on, one-on-one sword fight? Well that's what they're going to get."
Will quickly gathered up the money and ran down into the captain's room, where he locked it in Jack's safe. Running toward the ongoing battle, he threw his newest creation and caught it on the tip of his fingers. Of course- it was a sword!
The sword was beautifully built- golden handle and edge with a blade that could cut through diamonds. Soon, however, blood stained the edge of the blade, as it was thrust into pirate after pirate. But something struck Will. No, not another pirate's sword, but a thought. These pirates- they looked vaguely familiar. This idea was affirmed when Will noticed who the captain was.
It was Captain Barbossa who led this hooligan crew of devil's men. Captain Barbossa, who had died by the hand of Jack Sparrow, himself. They had all witnessed it. But hadn't they all also witnessed The Interceptor sink only a few months ago? It couldn't be possible. It was unfathomable. And yet.. it was.
However, Will had no more time to mull over these strange facts because the Captain; yes, Captain Barbossa; had now drawn his sword on Will. Will quickly flashed his sword out at Barbossa, as if saying "Here I am, come and fight!" Their swords clashed and clanged again and again against each other. Suddenly, Barbossa had the upper hand- he had forced Will into a corner. In a few seconds, Will knew he would be disarmed unless he did something fast. With a twist of his wrist, Will flung his sword onto Barbossa's ankles, shedding first blood and distracting him for a few seconds.
"Bloody pirate! I'll get you for that, I will!" Barbossa bellowed angrily.
"Hmm.. that's good, now for your footwork." Will replied, doing his best to distract Barbossa until the opportune moment.
"My footwork, eh?" Barbossa responded, pretending to know what Will was talking about. "If I were you, I'd be more focused on your footwork."
"Ah, so you would."
"Erm," Barbossa was very confused now. "Well of course!"
While Barbossa pondered what Will was saying, Will worked their way to the edge of The Black Pearl.
"Say goodbye.. again!" Will realized how corny that line was, but didn't care in the least. He was too busy watching the seemingly horrified expression growing on Barbossa's face. In fact, he was too busy watching that, he didn't even notice Barbossa's hand fly to his own wrist, and grip on tight, pulling Will down into the sea with him. He had been in such a state of shock, that was the last thing he remembered. Barbossa's laughing face, and the brisk water soaking him up.
Will later realized he must have blacked out, and when he came to, he was entrapped in darkness- in silence- in the brig of The Interceptor. And that's where he was still. All he knew was that he was alone- all alone, except for the demon crew who rode the ship, and the fact that Jack had never rescued him. Ten years is a long time to wait.
A/N: Well there you have it. Sorry if there's not enough Jack-ness (i.e. drunken fun), but that's next chapter. That was your action chapter! (Don't worry- plenty more to come!) If you're this far, then would you pretty pretty pretty pretty [insert 1 million pretty's] REVIEW??? Thanks! I love my reviewers!
Will Turner was locked in silent brig of the Interceptor. It was still dark. But the air wasn't gone. Oh no, it was much, much worse than that.
All these long years boarded up had changed Will. His coarse black hair had grown halfway down his back and a slight beard covered his chin. But he had changed emotionally as well, not just physically. He spat on all humanity- for they had let him become this-this monster. Oh yes, he remembered the day it all started quite well.
Just under ten years ago, Will had left his bonny lass, Elizabeth Swann, and gone to sail under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate, on the Black Pearl. Will had planned to gather up enough booty to pay for a wedding, then propose as soon as they returned to Port Royale and Elizabeth.
Alas, things did not go exactly as planned..
"One thousand, two hundred and twenty.. One thousand, two hundred and twenty-one.. Mate, we be rich men!" Captain Jack Sparrow grinned at his excited young first mate, Will Turner. "And there's still plenty more to count! Be sure to have a big wedding when we go to fetch Elizabeth- the more drinks, the merrier!"
Will simply smiled at his friend. As soon as possible, they would set sail back to Port Royale- and of course, back to Elizabeth. Elizabeth.. he couldn't wait to see the huge grin on Elizabeth's face when he proposed. The two of them would have a perfect life together. A beautiful white house in Port Royale to live in with their four cute little blonde children- "That's the life for me," Will mused to himself. "Ahh.. that's the life for me."
Will's fantasies were interrupted by the call of the lookout- "The Interceptor heading towards us, at about fifteen miles per the hour!"
It would be apparent to anyone watching those aboard The Black Pearl that this was not good news. The pirates of the afore-mentioned ship had looks of surprise and confusion imprinted on their faces. The Interceptor had been sunk, with Captain Barbossa's crew aboard it as punishment for their misdeeds. There had been simply too many pirates to hang them all, so Governor Swann and Commodore Norrington had proposed to have the pirates chained in the brig of the Interceptor and sink it. This plan had been carried out uniformly and everyone in Port Royale had seen the Interceptor sink to the bottom of the sea. But if that was true, how could it be sailing straight toward them?
"Jack..do you realize what the lookout is saying?"
Jack didn't answer. He didn't need to. The bewildered expression on his face showed all.
"The lookout might be wrong," Will continued, trying to calm his fear. "I mean, that ship couldn't really be The Interceptor, could it?"
But it was. It sailed with dirty, torn, black sails and there was no mistaking the name emblazoned across the ship's side. Somehow, someway, The Interceptor had returned.
Before any of the pirates could react, a big BOOM and a hole on one side of the Pearl told them what damage had been done. Then Sparrow reacted viciously.
"Stop blowing holes in me ship! Okay ye pack of rotten scallywags- load the cannons! Don't be afraid to use all we've got! If ye don't, then yer already dead!"
Too frightened to do anything else, the Jack's crew of various miscreants followed orders. They loaded the cannons with all the ammo they had, and when they ran out, they substituted forks and knives from the galley and even Cotton's sword. Basically, anything they could find was considered suitable ammo.
However, The Interceptor kept creeping closer and closer toward The Black Pearl, until it was close enough for a pirate to jump from one side to the other.
"So this is what they want?" Will mused thoughtfully. "A full-on, one-on-one sword fight? Well that's what they're going to get."
Will quickly gathered up the money and ran down into the captain's room, where he locked it in Jack's safe. Running toward the ongoing battle, he threw his newest creation and caught it on the tip of his fingers. Of course- it was a sword!
The sword was beautifully built- golden handle and edge with a blade that could cut through diamonds. Soon, however, blood stained the edge of the blade, as it was thrust into pirate after pirate. But something struck Will. No, not another pirate's sword, but a thought. These pirates- they looked vaguely familiar. This idea was affirmed when Will noticed who the captain was.
It was Captain Barbossa who led this hooligan crew of devil's men. Captain Barbossa, who had died by the hand of Jack Sparrow, himself. They had all witnessed it. But hadn't they all also witnessed The Interceptor sink only a few months ago? It couldn't be possible. It was unfathomable. And yet.. it was.
However, Will had no more time to mull over these strange facts because the Captain; yes, Captain Barbossa; had now drawn his sword on Will. Will quickly flashed his sword out at Barbossa, as if saying "Here I am, come and fight!" Their swords clashed and clanged again and again against each other. Suddenly, Barbossa had the upper hand- he had forced Will into a corner. In a few seconds, Will knew he would be disarmed unless he did something fast. With a twist of his wrist, Will flung his sword onto Barbossa's ankles, shedding first blood and distracting him for a few seconds.
"Bloody pirate! I'll get you for that, I will!" Barbossa bellowed angrily.
"Hmm.. that's good, now for your footwork." Will replied, doing his best to distract Barbossa until the opportune moment.
"My footwork, eh?" Barbossa responded, pretending to know what Will was talking about. "If I were you, I'd be more focused on your footwork."
"Ah, so you would."
"Erm," Barbossa was very confused now. "Well of course!"
While Barbossa pondered what Will was saying, Will worked their way to the edge of The Black Pearl.
"Say goodbye.. again!" Will realized how corny that line was, but didn't care in the least. He was too busy watching the seemingly horrified expression growing on Barbossa's face. In fact, he was too busy watching that, he didn't even notice Barbossa's hand fly to his own wrist, and grip on tight, pulling Will down into the sea with him. He had been in such a state of shock, that was the last thing he remembered. Barbossa's laughing face, and the brisk water soaking him up.
Will later realized he must have blacked out, and when he came to, he was entrapped in darkness- in silence- in the brig of The Interceptor. And that's where he was still. All he knew was that he was alone- all alone, except for the demon crew who rode the ship, and the fact that Jack had never rescued him. Ten years is a long time to wait.
A/N: Well there you have it. Sorry if there's not enough Jack-ness (i.e. drunken fun), but that's next chapter. That was your action chapter! (Don't worry- plenty more to come!) If you're this far, then would you pretty pretty pretty pretty [insert 1 million pretty's] REVIEW??? Thanks! I love my reviewers!