Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Pirates of the Caribbean, this story
is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. All original
characters are my own and any similarities with persons living or dead are
totally accidental.
Authors note: The prologue is written in a different style to what the rest of the story will be, hopefully you'll want to stick around for my future chapters, please review as I love feedback and it'll help me improve in any way I can. I know it's short, but really it's only the beginning.
Prologue
"Apparently he's well known."
"I've never heard of him.."
"Jones told me he once impersonated a clergy man."
The figure hidden in the shadows smiled, head shaken slightly.
"He'll be impersonating a dead man soon."
"True, very true."
The figure moved along the line of the fort wall, the chatter of the two guards drifted out to the darkness of the sea. Then the figure was lit for a brief moment, as further up the hill the battlement exploded under a cannon shell hit. A second shell hit, closer this time, illuminating where the figure had stood, but now the figure had gone.
*~*~*~*
Slowly, silently down the stairway, there was a crashing and the footfalls stopped. Heavy breathing, listening, pressed against the rough stonework. Hand reaches for sword, then, thinking better of it, the figure kneels and pulls out the dagger strapped inside the left boot.
"Hurry, someone will have heard that."
"Not without my effects."
Another smile at the recognized voice and quick as a bullet down the remaining steps, dagger pushed against the throat said voice came from. The young man turns, surprise crosses his face and then he draws his sword.
"I thought you could of done with a hand," the figure looks pointedly at the young man. "But it looks like you've already got hired help. Next time I wont bother." The dagger releases the throat from its icy grip, before it is pushed back down the side of the boot. "Well, are we going to get out of here then?"
Authors note: The prologue is written in a different style to what the rest of the story will be, hopefully you'll want to stick around for my future chapters, please review as I love feedback and it'll help me improve in any way I can. I know it's short, but really it's only the beginning.
Prologue
"Apparently he's well known."
"I've never heard of him.."
"Jones told me he once impersonated a clergy man."
The figure hidden in the shadows smiled, head shaken slightly.
"He'll be impersonating a dead man soon."
"True, very true."
The figure moved along the line of the fort wall, the chatter of the two guards drifted out to the darkness of the sea. Then the figure was lit for a brief moment, as further up the hill the battlement exploded under a cannon shell hit. A second shell hit, closer this time, illuminating where the figure had stood, but now the figure had gone.
*~*~*~*
Slowly, silently down the stairway, there was a crashing and the footfalls stopped. Heavy breathing, listening, pressed against the rough stonework. Hand reaches for sword, then, thinking better of it, the figure kneels and pulls out the dagger strapped inside the left boot.
"Hurry, someone will have heard that."
"Not without my effects."
Another smile at the recognized voice and quick as a bullet down the remaining steps, dagger pushed against the throat said voice came from. The young man turns, surprise crosses his face and then he draws his sword.
"I thought you could of done with a hand," the figure looks pointedly at the young man. "But it looks like you've already got hired help. Next time I wont bother." The dagger releases the throat from its icy grip, before it is pushed back down the side of the boot. "Well, are we going to get out of here then?"