A/N: Hey..I know that in my last update I promised that the new chappies
would come up really soon, but I just haven't been in the "right" mood to
write.Anywae, I'm sure any writer would know what I mean by that..Well,
here's my new chapter, hope you guys are still interested and will review
and like it!!!
Chapter 10:
Had the owner of the "Sea Maiden" been any less braver, he would have surely cowered and quailed under the menacing stares of spiteful disgust and glowing hatred. The threatening poses of Barbossa and his crew were intense enough to encourage the rowdy men and wild women to scatter away themselves.
"I..I dunno' mate..I." the scrawny, straggled man gasped out, drawing back from Barbossa's tight steel-firm grasp on his tattered collar.
"Well, I'm implied to 'nform yeh that yeh must bear 'em consequences 'fer yer actions.and speech, Mr. Levvings!" the tall, towering frame of the Captain spat out viciously, malice gleaming in his yellow-tinted eyes.
"'Onsequences, mate?" a small whimper of cowardice was the reply.
"Aye, consequences."
The loud crack of knuckles resounded in the ominous silence, as the crewmembers balled their fists into their grime-tainted hands. It was like the crack of a gunshot in a thick swirling fog, where all was lost and dazed. It was a stirring sign, bringing the people back from their blank oblivion of safety, hidden beneath the false illusions brought about from the imagery of alcohol.
"'Onest mate.I swear, I 'dunno.we 'ere ain't 'een 'ole Jack and his crew 'round 'ere fer two months.All's we know was that his crew, Gibbs, were 'ounded 'frem an 'ncounter with 'em navy blighters.That's all..'onest.No ploys 'ere."
"Wounded, aye? Me and me crew 'ere ain't to certain we should believe yeh." Barbossa twirled a jeweled dagger dangerously with his free hand, an air of unwelcome mischief hung around him. He eyed the sharp smooth tip of the dagger carefully, emphasizing each movement.
"Mate, .I'm, I'm tellin' yeh.It's all true.I swear.yeh can ask anyone 'round 'ere!" the owner shrilled, knowing that his life dangled precariously on a thin thread.
Complete silence reigned for a moment when Barbossa engaged his crewmembers in light discussion, throwing evil looks every now and then, to the effect where chills sped down the backbone.
"Alright.me crew 'ere 'as decided to take yer word fer it. But if we discover it to be untruths, yer in fer a good time.a real, GOOD time." Snarling in his face, Barbossa stepped out into the cool night air, spitting on the floor with vengeance.
Loud and fearful footfalls could be heard from behind, the uncivilized yells of men fed with much lust, the coquettish shrieks from the many prostitutes; but Barbossa was deaf to it all.
The only thing that was within hearing range for him were the repeated thoughts strung with strong will and a raging heart-felt desire.
'Must get to the Black Pearl. Kill Sparrow. Find him.'
Like it? Any comment? You know the prodecure.Go on.
Tootles.
Chapter 10:
Had the owner of the "Sea Maiden" been any less braver, he would have surely cowered and quailed under the menacing stares of spiteful disgust and glowing hatred. The threatening poses of Barbossa and his crew were intense enough to encourage the rowdy men and wild women to scatter away themselves.
"I..I dunno' mate..I." the scrawny, straggled man gasped out, drawing back from Barbossa's tight steel-firm grasp on his tattered collar.
"Well, I'm implied to 'nform yeh that yeh must bear 'em consequences 'fer yer actions.and speech, Mr. Levvings!" the tall, towering frame of the Captain spat out viciously, malice gleaming in his yellow-tinted eyes.
"'Onsequences, mate?" a small whimper of cowardice was the reply.
"Aye, consequences."
The loud crack of knuckles resounded in the ominous silence, as the crewmembers balled their fists into their grime-tainted hands. It was like the crack of a gunshot in a thick swirling fog, where all was lost and dazed. It was a stirring sign, bringing the people back from their blank oblivion of safety, hidden beneath the false illusions brought about from the imagery of alcohol.
"'Onest mate.I swear, I 'dunno.we 'ere ain't 'een 'ole Jack and his crew 'round 'ere fer two months.All's we know was that his crew, Gibbs, were 'ounded 'frem an 'ncounter with 'em navy blighters.That's all..'onest.No ploys 'ere."
"Wounded, aye? Me and me crew 'ere ain't to certain we should believe yeh." Barbossa twirled a jeweled dagger dangerously with his free hand, an air of unwelcome mischief hung around him. He eyed the sharp smooth tip of the dagger carefully, emphasizing each movement.
"Mate, .I'm, I'm tellin' yeh.It's all true.I swear.yeh can ask anyone 'round 'ere!" the owner shrilled, knowing that his life dangled precariously on a thin thread.
Complete silence reigned for a moment when Barbossa engaged his crewmembers in light discussion, throwing evil looks every now and then, to the effect where chills sped down the backbone.
"Alright.me crew 'ere 'as decided to take yer word fer it. But if we discover it to be untruths, yer in fer a good time.a real, GOOD time." Snarling in his face, Barbossa stepped out into the cool night air, spitting on the floor with vengeance.
Loud and fearful footfalls could be heard from behind, the uncivilized yells of men fed with much lust, the coquettish shrieks from the many prostitutes; but Barbossa was deaf to it all.
The only thing that was within hearing range for him were the repeated thoughts strung with strong will and a raging heart-felt desire.
'Must get to the Black Pearl. Kill Sparrow. Find him.'
Like it? Any comment? You know the prodecure.Go on.
Tootles.