Chapter Twelve
Suddenly, in the captain's cabin of the Revenge, the large glass window shattered and through the broken glass, loomed an enormous flag ship belonging to Her Majesty's Royal Navy. She let go a broadside against the Revenge that made her heave in the water. The Revenge had finally given up and the wound was mortal.
Janson was thrown across the floor, while Will stayed upright- pressing himself against the wall.
Janson knew the ship was sinking instantly. He lurched to his feet, the crazed look of an animal in his eyes. Determination to finish the self- appointed duty. His mask of sanity finally melted away, revealing the tormented lunatic beneath.
Will saw the madness in the Commodore's eyes and it made him want to shy away like you would shy away something dead and decaying. Too fast, Janson was yet again rearing up, and this time Will was very sure he wouldn't be spared. In that split instant, he only felt sadness. Not fear, like he had suspected when he was younger. He only regretted that he would miss his child's birth and future birthdays, and that he would never again tell Elizabeth that he loved her. He'd miss it all. Everything. Just like his father. Again, Will closed his eyes, knowing he didn't want to give it up, but he didn't have much choice.
The blow never came. There was a clash of swords and Will's eyes snapped open. "Norrington!"
"Good afternoon Mr. Turner." Norrington said, still having his blade crossed with Janson's. "It appears that you need some assistance."
Will sighed with relief. "Yes, thank-you."
"What are you doing here." Janson sneered. "You are interrupting the capture of the pirate Will Turner!"
"Rubbish!" Norrington barked. "You are not trying to capture him, you are trying to execute him!"
"He was escaping." Janson answered. "Now remove yourself, while I take care of this prisoner."
"You are the only one who is going to be the prisoner." Norrington answered, his voice calm but dangerous. "Commodore Janson, I am hereby arresting you for numerous crimes against your country, kidnaping, and attempted murder."
Janson paused, seeing that there would be no getting around Norrington. His eyes widened for a moment, but then he began to laugh. It wasn't pleasant, if the devil ever laughed in his hellish torment, he would sound like Janson did at that moment. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."
Above Decks***
Jack watched as British troops boarded the Revenge, and the Angel of Death. Not to mention Pearl. Also, the weather had become stormy. The seas hadn't begun to roll yet, and the wind hadn't picked up, but lighting cracked open the sky like creatures fighting over the blackness.
The crew of the Revenge were giving up, and putting down their swords. But not all of them.
Jack heard a familiar voice behind him. "Sparrow, I think it's time for your wings to be clipped."
Jack spun around, crossing blades with the blonde-haired captain of the Revenge. "That's Captain Sparrow!"
Travis smiled nastily. "You're nothing but an old crow."
"Old crow huh?" Jack swung his cutlass so close to Travis's nose that he left a small scratch across it. He smiled.
Enraged, Travis attacked.
Jack avoided Travis's attacks like he had anticipated them five minutes earlier. "You should go back to stick fighting lil boy blue!"
Travis cursed. "I'll run you though!"
"Hey." Jack grabbed Travis's shirt, pulling him close and smiling nastily. "What did your mum tell you about bad language?" He let go just long enough to backhand the younger man across the face. "It hurts!"
Travis stumbled back, holding his stinging cheek.
With that, Jack spun Travis around, and gave him a kick in the rear that sent him through the air and literally into the laps of about six English soldiers. Jack smiled, dusting off his far too dusty jacket, and sung quietly to himself. "Yo-ho, yo-ho. Damn I love my work." He glanced over to where the soldiers were already beginning to tie up Travis. "Say hello to the Queen when you see her!"
The soldiers looked up, and gaped. "That's Jack Sparrow!" Another nodded. "Let's get him!"
Jack blinked, turning on his heel. "Oopsy"
Suddenly, the lightning split the sky. This time though, it was a lot closer. The pure electricity arched through the air and found the mast of the Angel of Death, and it snaked down it. Finding it's ground. The ship, which had been trying to escape and had cleared the others, exploded. All aboard met a fiery death. For a moment, it was as if everyone felt the shock of it.
Below Decks***
Janson stabbed, and Norrington barely got out of the way in time.
Norrington slashed. "Why?" he gasped, trying to get his breath.
"Why would I go through all of this trouble?" Janson asked. "Quite simple really." he slashed again, and Norrington was even slower in getting out of the way. "A mansion and the govenor's daughter. I plan to stay wealthy and powerful for the rest of my days."
Will was watching all of what was going on with a clear understanding. Janson was simply wearing Norrington out, and when Norrington finally did falter it would be his last breath.
"I set up everything, the Royal Navy and those simple pirates my pawns and knights in the giant chess game." Janson swung hard and nicked the other Commodore in the arm, but still Norrington got away without a fatal wound. Unlike Will, Norrington was not a complete master of the sword, he was better with commanding his troops and being at the helm of a fighting vessel. Norrington was not a duelist, and Janson saw it. "Who else would know the location of the Queen's stolen treasures?" He paused, pretending to think about it. "Me!"
Will raised his hand up to the sword sticking out of his shoulder, and gripped the two-edged sword. Even the hard callouses of a blacksmith couldn't protect his hand from the fine steel. But he had to do it, or else Norrington would be dead in seconds. He gritted his teeth, and yanked hard.
"I have judged everything down to the precise-" Janson suddenly slashed down on Norrington, hard. "-Exact-" He jabbed, and then slashed again. "Possibility!" He knocked the sword out of the other Commodore's hand and slashed at Norrington's leg. Janson reared back, preparing to pierce Norrington's heart.
"Did you plan THIS!" Will lunged forward, jumping from where he had stood up against the wall. He ran Janson through, till the hilt of the sword was pressed against the Commodore's chest. For a few seconds, Will and Janson looked each other in the eye, bright blue against dark brown. Will growled, breaking the instant, he shoved Janson with his shoulder, and the corrupt Commodore fell backward and out the shattered window.
Will watched as Janson dropped out of site, and walked over to the shattered window. Janson was still alive, and floating. But that didn't last long.
Janson looked up at Will, and his eyes became wide. In that instant he opened his mouth in a scream that would make anything go deaf. Instantly, something underneath him in the murky water pulled him under it, and for a moment all Will could see was air-bubbles escaping to the top. However, all of a sudden, the waters trembled, and crimson blood floated to the top as a sign of a horrible death in the deep.
Will turned away, feeling like he might hurl or pass out. He thought it would be better to hurl than pass out. He was in the captain's cabin of a sinking ship with a wounded Commodore. Not a good time to pass out. Suddenly his knees buckled, and he hit the hard wood floor. Everything had turned black. Passed out.
(To Be Continued. I Know, It's just that it should upload faster in two segments.)
Suddenly, in the captain's cabin of the Revenge, the large glass window shattered and through the broken glass, loomed an enormous flag ship belonging to Her Majesty's Royal Navy. She let go a broadside against the Revenge that made her heave in the water. The Revenge had finally given up and the wound was mortal.
Janson was thrown across the floor, while Will stayed upright- pressing himself against the wall.
Janson knew the ship was sinking instantly. He lurched to his feet, the crazed look of an animal in his eyes. Determination to finish the self- appointed duty. His mask of sanity finally melted away, revealing the tormented lunatic beneath.
Will saw the madness in the Commodore's eyes and it made him want to shy away like you would shy away something dead and decaying. Too fast, Janson was yet again rearing up, and this time Will was very sure he wouldn't be spared. In that split instant, he only felt sadness. Not fear, like he had suspected when he was younger. He only regretted that he would miss his child's birth and future birthdays, and that he would never again tell Elizabeth that he loved her. He'd miss it all. Everything. Just like his father. Again, Will closed his eyes, knowing he didn't want to give it up, but he didn't have much choice.
The blow never came. There was a clash of swords and Will's eyes snapped open. "Norrington!"
"Good afternoon Mr. Turner." Norrington said, still having his blade crossed with Janson's. "It appears that you need some assistance."
Will sighed with relief. "Yes, thank-you."
"What are you doing here." Janson sneered. "You are interrupting the capture of the pirate Will Turner!"
"Rubbish!" Norrington barked. "You are not trying to capture him, you are trying to execute him!"
"He was escaping." Janson answered. "Now remove yourself, while I take care of this prisoner."
"You are the only one who is going to be the prisoner." Norrington answered, his voice calm but dangerous. "Commodore Janson, I am hereby arresting you for numerous crimes against your country, kidnaping, and attempted murder."
Janson paused, seeing that there would be no getting around Norrington. His eyes widened for a moment, but then he began to laugh. It wasn't pleasant, if the devil ever laughed in his hellish torment, he would sound like Janson did at that moment. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."
Above Decks***
Jack watched as British troops boarded the Revenge, and the Angel of Death. Not to mention Pearl. Also, the weather had become stormy. The seas hadn't begun to roll yet, and the wind hadn't picked up, but lighting cracked open the sky like creatures fighting over the blackness.
The crew of the Revenge were giving up, and putting down their swords. But not all of them.
Jack heard a familiar voice behind him. "Sparrow, I think it's time for your wings to be clipped."
Jack spun around, crossing blades with the blonde-haired captain of the Revenge. "That's Captain Sparrow!"
Travis smiled nastily. "You're nothing but an old crow."
"Old crow huh?" Jack swung his cutlass so close to Travis's nose that he left a small scratch across it. He smiled.
Enraged, Travis attacked.
Jack avoided Travis's attacks like he had anticipated them five minutes earlier. "You should go back to stick fighting lil boy blue!"
Travis cursed. "I'll run you though!"
"Hey." Jack grabbed Travis's shirt, pulling him close and smiling nastily. "What did your mum tell you about bad language?" He let go just long enough to backhand the younger man across the face. "It hurts!"
Travis stumbled back, holding his stinging cheek.
With that, Jack spun Travis around, and gave him a kick in the rear that sent him through the air and literally into the laps of about six English soldiers. Jack smiled, dusting off his far too dusty jacket, and sung quietly to himself. "Yo-ho, yo-ho. Damn I love my work." He glanced over to where the soldiers were already beginning to tie up Travis. "Say hello to the Queen when you see her!"
The soldiers looked up, and gaped. "That's Jack Sparrow!" Another nodded. "Let's get him!"
Jack blinked, turning on his heel. "Oopsy"
Suddenly, the lightning split the sky. This time though, it was a lot closer. The pure electricity arched through the air and found the mast of the Angel of Death, and it snaked down it. Finding it's ground. The ship, which had been trying to escape and had cleared the others, exploded. All aboard met a fiery death. For a moment, it was as if everyone felt the shock of it.
Below Decks***
Janson stabbed, and Norrington barely got out of the way in time.
Norrington slashed. "Why?" he gasped, trying to get his breath.
"Why would I go through all of this trouble?" Janson asked. "Quite simple really." he slashed again, and Norrington was even slower in getting out of the way. "A mansion and the govenor's daughter. I plan to stay wealthy and powerful for the rest of my days."
Will was watching all of what was going on with a clear understanding. Janson was simply wearing Norrington out, and when Norrington finally did falter it would be his last breath.
"I set up everything, the Royal Navy and those simple pirates my pawns and knights in the giant chess game." Janson swung hard and nicked the other Commodore in the arm, but still Norrington got away without a fatal wound. Unlike Will, Norrington was not a complete master of the sword, he was better with commanding his troops and being at the helm of a fighting vessel. Norrington was not a duelist, and Janson saw it. "Who else would know the location of the Queen's stolen treasures?" He paused, pretending to think about it. "Me!"
Will raised his hand up to the sword sticking out of his shoulder, and gripped the two-edged sword. Even the hard callouses of a blacksmith couldn't protect his hand from the fine steel. But he had to do it, or else Norrington would be dead in seconds. He gritted his teeth, and yanked hard.
"I have judged everything down to the precise-" Janson suddenly slashed down on Norrington, hard. "-Exact-" He jabbed, and then slashed again. "Possibility!" He knocked the sword out of the other Commodore's hand and slashed at Norrington's leg. Janson reared back, preparing to pierce Norrington's heart.
"Did you plan THIS!" Will lunged forward, jumping from where he had stood up against the wall. He ran Janson through, till the hilt of the sword was pressed against the Commodore's chest. For a few seconds, Will and Janson looked each other in the eye, bright blue against dark brown. Will growled, breaking the instant, he shoved Janson with his shoulder, and the corrupt Commodore fell backward and out the shattered window.
Will watched as Janson dropped out of site, and walked over to the shattered window. Janson was still alive, and floating. But that didn't last long.
Janson looked up at Will, and his eyes became wide. In that instant he opened his mouth in a scream that would make anything go deaf. Instantly, something underneath him in the murky water pulled him under it, and for a moment all Will could see was air-bubbles escaping to the top. However, all of a sudden, the waters trembled, and crimson blood floated to the top as a sign of a horrible death in the deep.
Will turned away, feeling like he might hurl or pass out. He thought it would be better to hurl than pass out. He was in the captain's cabin of a sinking ship with a wounded Commodore. Not a good time to pass out. Suddenly his knees buckled, and he hit the hard wood floor. Everything had turned black. Passed out.
(To Be Continued. I Know, It's just that it should upload faster in two segments.)
