Thanks so much for the reviews everyone, and thanks for the advice
Plateado. I hadn't even thought of that. Writing it, I imagined the whole
thing as well as when I read over it. Never dawned on me so thanks! I'm
going to revise that chapter and post it back up sometime soon.
Well here's the next part, hope ye enjoy!
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I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding and there was a man standing before me. A waiter?
"Yes kind sir, I will have mine with extra chili sauce. . ." My head fell back and everything went black again.
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Once again, I opened my eyes. But this time, I was in a dark room, and the waiter had disappeared. Clutching my head, which was still pulsating, I gradually sat up.
'Hmm. . . this doesn't look like a restaurant to me,' I thought groggily. No. No restaurant, more like a jail cell. It was a dimly lit, damp jail; lit only by the window in the day and the lanterns hanging from the wall by night.
The previous events of the day became clearer as I sat up onto the concrete bench and leaned against the cell bars.
Dusting off my hat, I placed it back on my head, tipping it forward to keep the soft glow of the lantern out of my eyes. My headache wasn't as unbearable, but I still felt the effects of being bashed over the head.
"Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone?"
I looked over, just now noticing that I had cellmates. Not actually "cellmates", they were in the cell next to mine. They were trying to get a scruffy looking mutt to come to them. He had the keys dangling loosely from his mouth.
"Come here. Come on, boy!" The dog didn't budge. He just looked at them with a gleam of amusement in his eyes, sitting just out of reach.
"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move," I informed them dully.
"Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." I chuckled lightly to myself, and rested my head against the wall once more. I could tell it was going to be a long night.
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Just thought I'd add in here that every time I watch the part where Jack has his hat tipped forward, and just does that sly looking smile when they say that they haven' resigned themselves to the gallows I MELT!! OMG. . . that is like my absolute favorite part, I swear when I get the DVD I am going to replay it over and over and. . . *ahem* sorry. . . -Now back to your regularly scheduled program ;)
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It was several hours later. The chaps in the cell next to mine were still at it (although not as enthusiastically), and the dog still hadn't moved (although, he too looked a bit more weary).
Then I heard it, a monstrous explosion coming from the direction of the sea.
"I know those guns," I jumped up and looked out the window. My intuition was proved true, "It's the Pearl," I breathed in awe. It was too good to be true.
"The Black Pearl?" The mate in the cell next door leaned against the bars facing mine, alarm quite evident in his voice, "I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors. . ."
"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" He was a swift one; that was for sure. . .
We watched the cannon firing and heard the distant cries of terror. . . Ah, sweet memories. Although I myself had never aided in the killing of innocent people. When I was captain, I simply ordered them to raid, rob and plunder- never to kill.
Ah, but that was all in the past. . . Mutineered I was. And lucky too. For now I wasn't part of the curse. . . if indeed there was a curse. It was really just rumors, I had never found out for sure.
Suddenly there was another explosion which was much louder than any of the previous. I sprang from the window just in time, being thrown to the ground by the impact of the fire.
Recovering from the blast I stood back up, just in time to see the last prisoner from the neighboring cell exiting through the hole that had been blown into the wall.
"My sympathies friend, you've no manner of luck at all." And with that, he was gone. I pressed my head against the 'too small' hole that had been blown into my side of the jail. Huh. . . no luck at all? Did he realize what he had just said? In case you didn't realize, he just stated that THE Captain. Jack. Sparrow. had. no. luck. ?!? I chuckled silently at the notion of the idea.
I bent down, though, and picked up the bone that was lying on the floor. Even if I was lucky (THE luckiest, mind you), you can't blame me for trying to hurry my luck a bit.
"Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack," I had my arm outstretched to the pup, helping him out just a little, "Come on, come on, good boy. That's it, good boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer. That's it, that's it, doggy," could he move ANY slower?! "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cad. . ." there was a crash from the stairway leading down to the jail. It was either the noise or my insult, but either way, the mutt ran off past my cell. . . bringing the keys away with him. "No, no, no, no! I didn't mean it. . . I didn't-" A guard tumbled down the stairs, crashing into the opposing wall at the landing and laid limp.
I slowly stood, immediately recognizing the two men who appeared at the entrance to the prison. A sickening feeling washed over me. It was Twigg and Koehler, two men from my old crew.
"This ain't the armory," Twigg spoke angrily, studying the contents of the room. He was a rather small pirate, thinning beard and mustache, but one of the best at dealing with trade as I recalled. Trading in all aspects obviously, from riches to captains.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg - Captain Jack Sparrow. . ." Koehler's eyes came to rest on me. Walking over, he planted a wad of spit on my boots. Koehler wasn't one you'd want to anger. He was a large brute with a thick black beard and warrior symbols scarred into his forehead.
"Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance," Twigg taunted, "His fortunes aren't improved much." They looked on at me as if I were some sort of circus freak. I felt a pang of dejection shoot through me. We had been a good team, all of us. Until that bloody Isle de Meurta came into play. The greed overtook them all, but not after makin' sure I would die a slow death of starvation (if I chose not to end my own life first).
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen," I spoke, sounding cool and untouched, "the deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." As soon as the last word had left my mouth, Koehler's hand was gripping my neck roughly.
"You know NOTHING of Hell!" His arm, under the shine of the moonlight that shone from the window, was pure bone.
"So there is a curse. . ." I uttered, "that's intresting. . ." He shoved me back, finally releasing his cold grasp, and they left as suddenly as they had come.
Taking the dog bone in my hand, I studied it. It was just as much bone as his arm had been.
"That's very intresting. . ."
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I feel like that didn't do much more than the movie itself as far as getting into Jack's head, but I couldn't seem to find room for it. What did you think? I'm up for any advice (or just good ol' reviews!!!)
Oh, and I'm going to be gone this weekend, so I'll be back to update on Sunday night, possibly Monday afternoon, savvy?
Well here's the next part, hope ye enjoy!
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I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding and there was a man standing before me. A waiter?
"Yes kind sir, I will have mine with extra chili sauce. . ." My head fell back and everything went black again.
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Once again, I opened my eyes. But this time, I was in a dark room, and the waiter had disappeared. Clutching my head, which was still pulsating, I gradually sat up.
'Hmm. . . this doesn't look like a restaurant to me,' I thought groggily. No. No restaurant, more like a jail cell. It was a dimly lit, damp jail; lit only by the window in the day and the lanterns hanging from the wall by night.
The previous events of the day became clearer as I sat up onto the concrete bench and leaned against the cell bars.
Dusting off my hat, I placed it back on my head, tipping it forward to keep the soft glow of the lantern out of my eyes. My headache wasn't as unbearable, but I still felt the effects of being bashed over the head.
"Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone?"
I looked over, just now noticing that I had cellmates. Not actually "cellmates", they were in the cell next to mine. They were trying to get a scruffy looking mutt to come to them. He had the keys dangling loosely from his mouth.
"Come here. Come on, boy!" The dog didn't budge. He just looked at them with a gleam of amusement in his eyes, sitting just out of reach.
"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move," I informed them dully.
"Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." I chuckled lightly to myself, and rested my head against the wall once more. I could tell it was going to be a long night.
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Just thought I'd add in here that every time I watch the part where Jack has his hat tipped forward, and just does that sly looking smile when they say that they haven' resigned themselves to the gallows I MELT!! OMG. . . that is like my absolute favorite part, I swear when I get the DVD I am going to replay it over and over and. . . *ahem* sorry. . . -Now back to your regularly scheduled program ;)
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It was several hours later. The chaps in the cell next to mine were still at it (although not as enthusiastically), and the dog still hadn't moved (although, he too looked a bit more weary).
Then I heard it, a monstrous explosion coming from the direction of the sea.
"I know those guns," I jumped up and looked out the window. My intuition was proved true, "It's the Pearl," I breathed in awe. It was too good to be true.
"The Black Pearl?" The mate in the cell next door leaned against the bars facing mine, alarm quite evident in his voice, "I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors. . ."
"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" He was a swift one; that was for sure. . .
We watched the cannon firing and heard the distant cries of terror. . . Ah, sweet memories. Although I myself had never aided in the killing of innocent people. When I was captain, I simply ordered them to raid, rob and plunder- never to kill.
Ah, but that was all in the past. . . Mutineered I was. And lucky too. For now I wasn't part of the curse. . . if indeed there was a curse. It was really just rumors, I had never found out for sure.
Suddenly there was another explosion which was much louder than any of the previous. I sprang from the window just in time, being thrown to the ground by the impact of the fire.
Recovering from the blast I stood back up, just in time to see the last prisoner from the neighboring cell exiting through the hole that had been blown into the wall.
"My sympathies friend, you've no manner of luck at all." And with that, he was gone. I pressed my head against the 'too small' hole that had been blown into my side of the jail. Huh. . . no luck at all? Did he realize what he had just said? In case you didn't realize, he just stated that THE Captain. Jack. Sparrow. had. no. luck. ?!? I chuckled silently at the notion of the idea.
I bent down, though, and picked up the bone that was lying on the floor. Even if I was lucky (THE luckiest, mind you), you can't blame me for trying to hurry my luck a bit.
"Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack," I had my arm outstretched to the pup, helping him out just a little, "Come on, come on, good boy. That's it, good boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer. That's it, that's it, doggy," could he move ANY slower?! "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cad. . ." there was a crash from the stairway leading down to the jail. It was either the noise or my insult, but either way, the mutt ran off past my cell. . . bringing the keys away with him. "No, no, no, no! I didn't mean it. . . I didn't-" A guard tumbled down the stairs, crashing into the opposing wall at the landing and laid limp.
I slowly stood, immediately recognizing the two men who appeared at the entrance to the prison. A sickening feeling washed over me. It was Twigg and Koehler, two men from my old crew.
"This ain't the armory," Twigg spoke angrily, studying the contents of the room. He was a rather small pirate, thinning beard and mustache, but one of the best at dealing with trade as I recalled. Trading in all aspects obviously, from riches to captains.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg - Captain Jack Sparrow. . ." Koehler's eyes came to rest on me. Walking over, he planted a wad of spit on my boots. Koehler wasn't one you'd want to anger. He was a large brute with a thick black beard and warrior symbols scarred into his forehead.
"Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance," Twigg taunted, "His fortunes aren't improved much." They looked on at me as if I were some sort of circus freak. I felt a pang of dejection shoot through me. We had been a good team, all of us. Until that bloody Isle de Meurta came into play. The greed overtook them all, but not after makin' sure I would die a slow death of starvation (if I chose not to end my own life first).
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen," I spoke, sounding cool and untouched, "the deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." As soon as the last word had left my mouth, Koehler's hand was gripping my neck roughly.
"You know NOTHING of Hell!" His arm, under the shine of the moonlight that shone from the window, was pure bone.
"So there is a curse. . ." I uttered, "that's intresting. . ." He shoved me back, finally releasing his cold grasp, and they left as suddenly as they had come.
Taking the dog bone in my hand, I studied it. It was just as much bone as his arm had been.
"That's very intresting. . ."
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I feel like that didn't do much more than the movie itself as far as getting into Jack's head, but I couldn't seem to find room for it. What did you think? I'm up for any advice (or just good ol' reviews!!!)
Oh, and I'm going to be gone this weekend, so I'll be back to update on Sunday night, possibly Monday afternoon, savvy?