Red Tide: Chapter 2
Summary: Jack is finally captured and sentenced to hang but something isn't right with the pirate and it seems by night Jack is fighting to refuse a deal with the "devil", but refusal wasn't an option..
Disclaimer : I own nothing
A/N : hey please R/R I don't mind constructive criticism and feel free to let me know of any grammar errors, hope you enjoy and let me know if I should continue.
Jack shook in an uncharaistic show of fear, he was back, Saul had found him again. A dark form landed silently on its feet after jumping down the stairs into the prison. Jack backed as far away from the cell door as was allowed. The figure walked slowly toward the door and spoke silkily at the pirate. " Aren't you glad to see me jack? It seems you have gotten yourself in quite the predicament since I left you..Have you reconsidered my offer?" the figures voice danced lazily around jacks ears and left a chill in the air around the cell. "Never Saul" jack spat. "If that is what you have decided little bird, although I think I need to remind you of what happened last time.and I do believe you still have something I can use to sway you.a certain blacksmith and his wife perhaps?" Jacks eyes widened in horror at the figures suggestion. "I'll let you think on that Sparrow, I'll be back this time tomorrow night, watch for me." Suddenly jack lunged for the bars. "BURN IN HELL SUAL!" he roared as he pulled a silver cross off his neck, bringing it down into the neck of his visitor. Or at least that was the plan. "Don't be a fool my little bird, " Saul taunted. Jacks hand was firmly in his grasp and he began to tighten his grip until the cross began to cut the pirates skin forcing jacks fingers to loosen their grip on the crucifix, dropping it into the dirt. Saul picked it up, its silvery surface dripping blood and reflecting a surreal color in the moonlight. "You thought this trinket could hurt me?" Saul cackled. Saul smiled wickedly and then brought the bloody cross up to his lips, licking off the crimson stain. Then in a sudden change of mood he growled and shoved the crucifix into jacks shoulder, showing a feral smile as the pirate doubled over in pain. "This time tomorrow night Sparrow" and with that last remark Saul backed into the shadows and disappeared.
Norrington entered the prison before sunrise; he wanted to deliver the news of jack's trial date to the pirate personally. Upon entering the dank space he was surprised to hear whimpering in the direction of jacks cell, then as quickly as it came the whimpering gave way to silence. Norrington proceeded carefully and almost pulled back when he saw the pirate, he was curled in a ball, his face in his hands, but even in the dark Norrington could see the blood beginning to gather on the floor. Quickly Norrington un sheathed his sword and began looking around for the culprit, he searched every corner and tried his best to be silent, stilling his clinking affects. After an extensive search of the small prison found nothing he decided to check on Sparrows injuries. Norrington slowly opened the cell door then locked it behind himself. "Mr. Sparrow" Norrington addressed the pirate formally expecting to hear an immediate retort of "its CAPTIAN" but instead of the pirates usual correction he got only silence. Norrington decided to risk it and move closer, carefully he removing the pirate's hands from his face and searching for the source of the blood. It didn't take long for Norrington to notice the steadily growing stain on the captains shoulder. Sliding the fabric off one shoulder with un uncharistic acceptance from Jack, he was appalled to find a silver crucifix embedded in the pirates flesh. Quickly hiding his disgust he addressed Jack again. "Mr. Sparrow, did you do this to yourself?" Norrington was disappointed in the turn of events, with this new shred of evidence jack would be deemed mentally unfit to stand trial and Norrington would see him swing without one. Jacks response was so quiet that Norrington had to lean in to hear it properly. "Saul. god o god what am I going to do?..no commodore. .never, never me, it was Saul he he found me.o hell he found me." Norrington let out a frustrated sigh, as jack began to mutter obscenities. Sparrow was defiantly unfit to stand trial, his answer didn't even make sense- there was no one in the prison when he came in and there was only one way out.
Will tensed immediately; he felt cold steel up against his throat, threatening to drain him of the life giving blood in his veins. "Turn 'round slowly" a raspy voice commanded. Will followed the order from his unknown assailant and was surprised to come face- to- face with a former ally..
Summary: Jack is finally captured and sentenced to hang but something isn't right with the pirate and it seems by night Jack is fighting to refuse a deal with the "devil", but refusal wasn't an option..
Disclaimer : I own nothing
A/N : hey please R/R I don't mind constructive criticism and feel free to let me know of any grammar errors, hope you enjoy and let me know if I should continue.
Jack shook in an uncharaistic show of fear, he was back, Saul had found him again. A dark form landed silently on its feet after jumping down the stairs into the prison. Jack backed as far away from the cell door as was allowed. The figure walked slowly toward the door and spoke silkily at the pirate. " Aren't you glad to see me jack? It seems you have gotten yourself in quite the predicament since I left you..Have you reconsidered my offer?" the figures voice danced lazily around jacks ears and left a chill in the air around the cell. "Never Saul" jack spat. "If that is what you have decided little bird, although I think I need to remind you of what happened last time.and I do believe you still have something I can use to sway you.a certain blacksmith and his wife perhaps?" Jacks eyes widened in horror at the figures suggestion. "I'll let you think on that Sparrow, I'll be back this time tomorrow night, watch for me." Suddenly jack lunged for the bars. "BURN IN HELL SUAL!" he roared as he pulled a silver cross off his neck, bringing it down into the neck of his visitor. Or at least that was the plan. "Don't be a fool my little bird, " Saul taunted. Jacks hand was firmly in his grasp and he began to tighten his grip until the cross began to cut the pirates skin forcing jacks fingers to loosen their grip on the crucifix, dropping it into the dirt. Saul picked it up, its silvery surface dripping blood and reflecting a surreal color in the moonlight. "You thought this trinket could hurt me?" Saul cackled. Saul smiled wickedly and then brought the bloody cross up to his lips, licking off the crimson stain. Then in a sudden change of mood he growled and shoved the crucifix into jacks shoulder, showing a feral smile as the pirate doubled over in pain. "This time tomorrow night Sparrow" and with that last remark Saul backed into the shadows and disappeared.
Norrington entered the prison before sunrise; he wanted to deliver the news of jack's trial date to the pirate personally. Upon entering the dank space he was surprised to hear whimpering in the direction of jacks cell, then as quickly as it came the whimpering gave way to silence. Norrington proceeded carefully and almost pulled back when he saw the pirate, he was curled in a ball, his face in his hands, but even in the dark Norrington could see the blood beginning to gather on the floor. Quickly Norrington un sheathed his sword and began looking around for the culprit, he searched every corner and tried his best to be silent, stilling his clinking affects. After an extensive search of the small prison found nothing he decided to check on Sparrows injuries. Norrington slowly opened the cell door then locked it behind himself. "Mr. Sparrow" Norrington addressed the pirate formally expecting to hear an immediate retort of "its CAPTIAN" but instead of the pirates usual correction he got only silence. Norrington decided to risk it and move closer, carefully he removing the pirate's hands from his face and searching for the source of the blood. It didn't take long for Norrington to notice the steadily growing stain on the captains shoulder. Sliding the fabric off one shoulder with un uncharistic acceptance from Jack, he was appalled to find a silver crucifix embedded in the pirates flesh. Quickly hiding his disgust he addressed Jack again. "Mr. Sparrow, did you do this to yourself?" Norrington was disappointed in the turn of events, with this new shred of evidence jack would be deemed mentally unfit to stand trial and Norrington would see him swing without one. Jacks response was so quiet that Norrington had to lean in to hear it properly. "Saul. god o god what am I going to do?..no commodore. .never, never me, it was Saul he he found me.o hell he found me." Norrington let out a frustrated sigh, as jack began to mutter obscenities. Sparrow was defiantly unfit to stand trial, his answer didn't even make sense- there was no one in the prison when he came in and there was only one way out.
Will tensed immediately; he felt cold steel up against his throat, threatening to drain him of the life giving blood in his veins. "Turn 'round slowly" a raspy voice commanded. Will followed the order from his unknown assailant and was surprised to come face- to- face with a former ally..