Call Me Captain
Five Turtles and Five Days
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except maybe the sea turtles. hehe
Thanks for all your replies! Here's an extra long chapter for ye, mateys!
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Before Elizabeth and Jack took the first step out onto the dark beach, where the men's lanterns were swinging wildly and voices blurred the song of the sea, Jack stopped abruptly and jerked his arm away.
"My affects," he said, a twinge of regret coloring his voice. He staggered back through the palms and found his possessions by blindly waving his hands over the ground. The fire was now dead and only darkness dwelled in the island's center. Muttering insults to himself for forgetting such an essential part of himself, he bit his lip in anger and he took care in wrapping his belt around his waste and making sure his pistol and compass were safely kept.
After a stumbling return through the palms he took a step out onto the beach. Instantly a pair of sturdy arms shot out and took him by the shoulders. He let out a gasp of surprise as two burly men pinned his arms behind him in a most painful way.
"Why, that's no way to welcome a governor!" Jack was dismayed to find his wrists now being tied with a sharp rope. They took no care in making sure his wrists were not cut-off in the process. The rope bore into his skin and his hands were positioned in a most uncomfortable way. He could feel his own bones scraping against each other.
"Ah, Mr. Sparrow," came a milky voice out of the shadows, "may I inquire how you achieved the status of governor?" A lantern was now being held up and Commodore Norrington's face appeared but feet from Jack's.
"Being a man of esteem yourself, Commodore, I would have presumed you knew my statistics. I've safeguarded this island for many a day. The sand and trees made me their leader," Jack said in a very slow and presuming voice. He was pleased to see the Commodore's face contort in disgust and even more pleased to feel the pair of hands push him forward hard, causing him to stumble and fall onto his knees in the sand. He bit his lip and he licked at the small burst of metallic crimson flowing from his bottom lip.
"Maybe we should just leave you here in order for you to continue that legacy," Norrington said in a cold voice.
Jack looked around briefly, hoping to catch sight of Elizabeth. He could see one laterned boat in the distance, heading back to the ship.
"Oh, don't worry. I've got the sea turtles prepared in any case," he replied, his tongue clicking at the top of his mouth. He tasted a mixture of sand and blood. He gave the Commodore a lopsided smile and winked at him, his charcoal lined eyes sparkling with mirth.
"No, I think I've got a better mode of transportation for where your going. Never have tested the gallows on my ship before," Norrington replied, the lantern's light throwing shadows over his stern face. He looked even more of a ghoul with the shadows playing tricks over his sharp nose, chin, and sturdy jaw-line.
Born to be a pri-, Jack thought but was cut off as the pair of hands grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, pulling his limp body from the sand. He was pushed forward, this time he took care to purposively stumble and fall again. The men swore at him and lurched him upward again.
"Sorry I couldn't be so accommodating, gents, but these ropes are constrictin'," Jack called back over his shoulder to the two men who were now attempting to lift him into a small boat.
"Glad we could be of service," one moping sailor with a British accent said sarcastically, pushing Jack a bit harder than necessary. Jack stumbled to the head of the boat and fell to his knees before he fell off the other side. The boat began to skim gently over the dark waters. The swaying lanterns behind held by Jack's two bodyguards was the only light that colored the otherwise dark maw of the passing ocean.
As the men stroked and heaved at their long ores, while the Commodore stood at the end of the boat, one knee on the bench and the other straight as an arrow, despite the wobbling waters, Jack had time to take in the fresh mist of water that cooled his face. After being on the island for two days, it was a welcome relief to feel the sea underneath him again.
The crescent moon escaped the clutches of a thin cloud and burst into the dark sky. The stars hung dimmer in respect of their king and in return he burned the brightest for all of them. He white-washed the lolling sea with a caress of a pale glimmer. The sea responded and churned in a great manner, making his colors appear all the more magnificent.
Jack's eyes strayed away from the approaching ship of the Commodore and fled across the sea. With this sharp eyes, he spotted five dark lumps bobbing on the water's waves. He squinted his eyes and the moon aided him by allowing the seascape to glow.
A large smile spread across his face, peeking up his cheeks and lifting the edges of his mustache. He let out a soft chuckle was instantly responded with a smack to the head.
"Nothin' funny here," the other British bodyguard said in a lower and huskier voice than his counterpart.
" 'Course there is. Lookie there, Mr. Commodore," he called back to the statue of a man that was snarling in contempt. "See, the sea turtles couldn't let me leave without a goodbye." Jack nodded his head in the direction of the bobbing turtles, now easily seen as they had approached the vessel slowly. He could feel Norrington's stare fall from his back and travel across the sea. Jack let out a loud whistle between his teeth and tongue, saying goodbye to the turtles. He heard one of the rowing men chuckle.
"Be quiet," Norrington bit sharply at the crewmen who crossed the line.
"One for every day I've governed that island," Jack said to the man behind him and on the right, as if they were best of friends. Jack began to hum to himself, then grow louder and louder, until he broke out into a song than could have been easily sung by ten drunkards in a tavern, swaying mugs and laughing.
"Five turtles and five days, what more could one want than a quiet lay or a roll in the hay (in which he turned and winked at the shocked Commodore) on the beach in the month of May? It's the only way. The moon sends such pretty rays- over those five turtles and five days.."
Another smack to the head quieted him, as well as the cold voice that held no liveliness to it at all. A stark opposite to Jack's drunken bemusement with the retreating turtles.
"I expect you'll enjoy the view from your own cell, Mr. Sparrow. Quite lovely this time of year- the ground has molded perfectly and the water has rotted everything but the bars that surround you." Despite the effort the Commodore put forth, his voice warbled- his mind no doubt analyzing what Jack meant by a "roll in the hay".
"Didn't quite catch that, sir, thought you were addressing someone important with all that 'Mr. Sparrow' talk," Jack said coldly.
"Ah, yes. Well, 'Filth of the World Sparrow', you're vacation begins now," Norrington replied, allowing a soft smirk to besiege his cold features. They had come alongside the large ship. Jack felt himself being lifted from behind and he was prodded with a sharp sword to climb that ladder that now descended from above. His bindings from behind had been cut though an array of men were waiting for him with pointed guns and swords.
"That's Captain Filth of the World Sparrow, to you-," Jack said, bearing his gold teeth at the man before he turned around to climb, "Cooommmmodore." He spit the last word out in the most sluggish and disgusting way he could. He winked at the now smile-less Commodore and began to climb.
Lovely reuniting with friends, ain't it, Jack asked himself as he threw a leg over the railing and felt arms grab him once again.
"Let the vacation begin," Jack murmured to himself, a sly smile slowly spreading across his tanned face before bindings were tightened around his wrists again.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except maybe the sea turtles. hehe
Thanks for all your replies! Here's an extra long chapter for ye, mateys!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before Elizabeth and Jack took the first step out onto the dark beach, where the men's lanterns were swinging wildly and voices blurred the song of the sea, Jack stopped abruptly and jerked his arm away.
"My affects," he said, a twinge of regret coloring his voice. He staggered back through the palms and found his possessions by blindly waving his hands over the ground. The fire was now dead and only darkness dwelled in the island's center. Muttering insults to himself for forgetting such an essential part of himself, he bit his lip in anger and he took care in wrapping his belt around his waste and making sure his pistol and compass were safely kept.
After a stumbling return through the palms he took a step out onto the beach. Instantly a pair of sturdy arms shot out and took him by the shoulders. He let out a gasp of surprise as two burly men pinned his arms behind him in a most painful way.
"Why, that's no way to welcome a governor!" Jack was dismayed to find his wrists now being tied with a sharp rope. They took no care in making sure his wrists were not cut-off in the process. The rope bore into his skin and his hands were positioned in a most uncomfortable way. He could feel his own bones scraping against each other.
"Ah, Mr. Sparrow," came a milky voice out of the shadows, "may I inquire how you achieved the status of governor?" A lantern was now being held up and Commodore Norrington's face appeared but feet from Jack's.
"Being a man of esteem yourself, Commodore, I would have presumed you knew my statistics. I've safeguarded this island for many a day. The sand and trees made me their leader," Jack said in a very slow and presuming voice. He was pleased to see the Commodore's face contort in disgust and even more pleased to feel the pair of hands push him forward hard, causing him to stumble and fall onto his knees in the sand. He bit his lip and he licked at the small burst of metallic crimson flowing from his bottom lip.
"Maybe we should just leave you here in order for you to continue that legacy," Norrington said in a cold voice.
Jack looked around briefly, hoping to catch sight of Elizabeth. He could see one laterned boat in the distance, heading back to the ship.
"Oh, don't worry. I've got the sea turtles prepared in any case," he replied, his tongue clicking at the top of his mouth. He tasted a mixture of sand and blood. He gave the Commodore a lopsided smile and winked at him, his charcoal lined eyes sparkling with mirth.
"No, I think I've got a better mode of transportation for where your going. Never have tested the gallows on my ship before," Norrington replied, the lantern's light throwing shadows over his stern face. He looked even more of a ghoul with the shadows playing tricks over his sharp nose, chin, and sturdy jaw-line.
Born to be a pri-, Jack thought but was cut off as the pair of hands grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, pulling his limp body from the sand. He was pushed forward, this time he took care to purposively stumble and fall again. The men swore at him and lurched him upward again.
"Sorry I couldn't be so accommodating, gents, but these ropes are constrictin'," Jack called back over his shoulder to the two men who were now attempting to lift him into a small boat.
"Glad we could be of service," one moping sailor with a British accent said sarcastically, pushing Jack a bit harder than necessary. Jack stumbled to the head of the boat and fell to his knees before he fell off the other side. The boat began to skim gently over the dark waters. The swaying lanterns behind held by Jack's two bodyguards was the only light that colored the otherwise dark maw of the passing ocean.
As the men stroked and heaved at their long ores, while the Commodore stood at the end of the boat, one knee on the bench and the other straight as an arrow, despite the wobbling waters, Jack had time to take in the fresh mist of water that cooled his face. After being on the island for two days, it was a welcome relief to feel the sea underneath him again.
The crescent moon escaped the clutches of a thin cloud and burst into the dark sky. The stars hung dimmer in respect of their king and in return he burned the brightest for all of them. He white-washed the lolling sea with a caress of a pale glimmer. The sea responded and churned in a great manner, making his colors appear all the more magnificent.
Jack's eyes strayed away from the approaching ship of the Commodore and fled across the sea. With this sharp eyes, he spotted five dark lumps bobbing on the water's waves. He squinted his eyes and the moon aided him by allowing the seascape to glow.
A large smile spread across his face, peeking up his cheeks and lifting the edges of his mustache. He let out a soft chuckle was instantly responded with a smack to the head.
"Nothin' funny here," the other British bodyguard said in a lower and huskier voice than his counterpart.
" 'Course there is. Lookie there, Mr. Commodore," he called back to the statue of a man that was snarling in contempt. "See, the sea turtles couldn't let me leave without a goodbye." Jack nodded his head in the direction of the bobbing turtles, now easily seen as they had approached the vessel slowly. He could feel Norrington's stare fall from his back and travel across the sea. Jack let out a loud whistle between his teeth and tongue, saying goodbye to the turtles. He heard one of the rowing men chuckle.
"Be quiet," Norrington bit sharply at the crewmen who crossed the line.
"One for every day I've governed that island," Jack said to the man behind him and on the right, as if they were best of friends. Jack began to hum to himself, then grow louder and louder, until he broke out into a song than could have been easily sung by ten drunkards in a tavern, swaying mugs and laughing.
"Five turtles and five days, what more could one want than a quiet lay or a roll in the hay (in which he turned and winked at the shocked Commodore) on the beach in the month of May? It's the only way. The moon sends such pretty rays- over those five turtles and five days.."
Another smack to the head quieted him, as well as the cold voice that held no liveliness to it at all. A stark opposite to Jack's drunken bemusement with the retreating turtles.
"I expect you'll enjoy the view from your own cell, Mr. Sparrow. Quite lovely this time of year- the ground has molded perfectly and the water has rotted everything but the bars that surround you." Despite the effort the Commodore put forth, his voice warbled- his mind no doubt analyzing what Jack meant by a "roll in the hay".
"Didn't quite catch that, sir, thought you were addressing someone important with all that 'Mr. Sparrow' talk," Jack said coldly.
"Ah, yes. Well, 'Filth of the World Sparrow', you're vacation begins now," Norrington replied, allowing a soft smirk to besiege his cold features. They had come alongside the large ship. Jack felt himself being lifted from behind and he was prodded with a sharp sword to climb that ladder that now descended from above. His bindings from behind had been cut though an array of men were waiting for him with pointed guns and swords.
"That's Captain Filth of the World Sparrow, to you-," Jack said, bearing his gold teeth at the man before he turned around to climb, "Cooommmmodore." He spit the last word out in the most sluggish and disgusting way he could. He winked at the now smile-less Commodore and began to climb.
Lovely reuniting with friends, ain't it, Jack asked himself as he threw a leg over the railing and felt arms grab him once again.
"Let the vacation begin," Jack murmured to himself, a sly smile slowly spreading across his tanned face before bindings were tightened around his wrists again.
