Pirates of the Caribbean
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As all ya peeps probably know potc ain't mine and the delicious Will Turner ain't mine either * depressed look on Jane's face* savvy mates?
A/N Well, some Orli loving peeps might know my name, since I have already done some Lotr fics about our dear Leggy. Anyone offering to beta?
Darkness' Claim: The Five Elements
2.Revenge
Two dark red eyes shone upon me as I dared not look at them, I could feel them burning me, piercing me to my bones. Two feelings both familiar as infamiliar to me. Fate perhaps had some new thing in store for me, for I would not be standing here if it did not.
The cold, for ten years I had felt naught, for ten years my crew...... Jack's crew had felt naught. Time I had to think of me faults, time I had......... in the infinite darkness, thought to be lost forever in that darkness....
It remained silent, even the damned crew was silent, all so fearfull of the red eyes in the dark. Neither one dared to move, neither one dared to breath, neither one dared to swallow.......
We were dead, yet our spirits now felt what we could when mortal.....an illusion fate had bestowed on us mortals. To think we could breath, move, taste or feel when dead... We new better, yet where thankfull of fate's illusion. Yet now we were trapped in a web of darkness, no starboard, no larboard, no going forward nor backwards.... just....the infinate darkness.
Now we were gathered here, even those of us who were hanged by the Royal Navy. Gathered in a dark room, moonlight lighting a bit here and there, seemed we were back on earth, yet...not.
"You may have the revenge you seek" a dark echood and here and there a stone dropped from the ceiling. "Revenge..." I repeated, not knowing exactly what the voice had meant.
"We have taken pity on you and your crew and we give you your revenge of those who damned you to the darkness....".
The voice seemed to be that of the Heithen Gods, seemed even they now sought revenge, now that we were not cursed forever. Now that they had no one to curse... I slowly opened my mouth, "We may take revenge upon Jack Sparrow ye says".
"In a certain way....you may" the voice answered mysterious.
"In what certain way does ye mean?". "You shall take your revenge upon the young Turner boy, the one who lifted the curse which you were bestowed on... Take the boy down and all shall suffer who stood on your way.....Elizabeth Swann..........Jack Sparrow............ and the boy himself......".
I moved my eyes from right to left, finding nothing but the dark stone room, it seemed to me it was a cave like the one on the Isla de Muerta. What was in it for me I wondered.... but I dared not ask, I dared stand up to the voice and the piercing red eyes, I dared not take advantage of leaving the darkness, if it were to be for a moment.
"What must we do......" I simply answered. Suddenly, out of nowwhere a vial fell before my feet, holding a darkred liquid within it, seemed to be blood....but thinner. I slowly bend and held the vial in my hands, then questioned the eyes with mine.
"For 62 hours you shall sail a dark ship, your feet shall not leave it, for then you shall be damned to even more than darkness alone.... Take the boy......weaken him and feed him this at the end of the 62 hours.......
The voice explained to me what was to be done, what already had been taken care for us.... I laughed loudly, a mean laugh which filled me with joy of revenge. Mortal we would be for 62 hours, feelings we longed for...for 62 hours. All we had to do, was take the boy.......from the ignorant Jack Sparrow whom was to take him from Port Royal to open seas for us..............
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Sweat seemed to form itself upon Jack Sparrow's forehead as he read the inscriptions over and over and over again... "Beware of the five elements..." he whispered to himself constantly, trying to understand what it meant. It seemed so familiar to him, as if he should have heard it before. Then again, his memory sometimes failed him badly, he did not even recognise young William Turner to be the spitting image of his father, of his most trusted old friend...
"The five elements, five elements......darn it! Which are the five elements anyway!?" he told himself madly as he roared while walking outside his cabbin.
He shot his eyes around the deck and grabbed the first man he could get hold off and lifted him into the sky by holding him at his collar. It seemed it was the man called Cottan, the mute with the tongue chopped off. "The Five Elements, Those Are...!!" Jack Sparrow roared at the man. The mute blinked a couple of times and his parrot came to sight, flying circles above Jack Sparrow's head. The blue and yellow of the ara had faded against the dark night and it could've been a dark raven as well.
"Fire..............Water..................Wind...............Earth...............Heart" the parrot squeeked as it continued his lapses around it's captain's head. "Thank ye mate" Sparrow suddenly said more cheerfully and dropped the man back on his feet as the parrot landed on the man's shoulder. The door of the captain's cabin shut loudly and the whole looked at each other with amazement, what were they to think of this now... had it something to do with the golden medaillon Anamaria fished up out of the water, the medaillon which looked so much like the cursed Aztec gold?
"Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Heart" Jack repeated as he plopped down upon his bed. "Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Heart" he spoke again as he wrote it down on a piece of paper quickly. "Ye be too late for the boy this time" it echood through his head. "The five elements....Will.......he be in trouble.......for sure" he whispered to himself. "Will..." his eyes seemed to show a sudden flash of despair and pain within them....he had to save Will, he had to reach Port Royal in time....
Before his eyes he saw how young Will wastaken from his home and killed in a dark ally on the otherside of Port Royal...on the dark low side...
Jack shook his head violantly, just to get the picture of his mind, it would not happen... He would stop whoever was after Will, he would stop anyone wanting to hurt Will, if needed...........with his life he would protect him.
He would be damned if he never would see Will again, damned if he never could touch the man's hands again, damned if he never could........
Again the man shook his head, his mind was forbidden to stray so afar of what was at hand. He had vowed to lay it aside, to let him go.....but hearts were not to be chained, it seemed.
Jack downcasted his eyes, what would happen if he took Will away from Port Royal, he could not do it within the night, naught at the upcoming days.... The Pearl needed supplies and bits of repairment...
We would just have to hurry and I would just have to protect him then and there, for a day or even shorter perhaps.. His mind then crossed to Elizabeth, ofcourse Will would want him to take her along as well and ofcourse he would have no choise. Elizabeth was a part of the man's life... But if she dared to burn or spoil the rum, she would be tossed right into the seas. He smirked at the idear, then realised he had spilled to much time pondering already.
Captain Jack Sparrow ran out of his cabin, "Hurry ye scurvy dogs, hurry towards Port Royal! Set the all the sails, use the oars if ye need too, I want to be arriving there by tomorrow!"
"But captain, that's near impossibility, it would be two days at least!" Anamaria protested. "Aye, but ye be forgetting ye captain's name is Jack Sparrow!" he proclaimed while laughing heartidly. Anamaria rolled her eyes at the comment and let him do his thing as she just followed orders.
The medaillon, why was he in such a hurry al of a sudden, indeed she had panicked by the sight of it, almost the same as the Aztec gold, was it not for the shattered heart around the skull. If she were able to read the inscriptions she would've known what was at hand, but it was to no avail. She would just be following orders then....
On to Port Royal...
A/N ayayayayay, Jack does not seem to realise he is just a pawn in one's game to take revenge upon them and especially Will...
Peeps, please R&R, if they don't keep coming, I don't have any fuel left to go on...
*Saw Potc for the third time and tomorrow it will be in the cinema's for just one week *giggle* Orlando is soooooo cute.
