Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 9
Tate was the first to gain his bearings again. He stumbled to the large hole which had once been the wall. He looked out, to his right, the Union Jack was flying, still attatched to the wall and slightly blackened. He looked out to the harbour now shimmering reds and golds of the flames. The wind had picked up and the sky was cloudy.
He walked back to the bars, Solomon was quite alright, physically, but Thomas, he lay with his face up to the ceiling, blood dripping from the side of his mouth and a large sharp stone pretruding from his chest. Solomon hovered in the corner, not daring to go near his fallen friend. Tate would not go near him either. The large brown eyes were still open, but neither would close them. Tate decisevly grabbed Solomon by the shirt and they quickly went out to the hall since the barred doors had been blasted open too.
They had no idea where they were. They quickly hopped, jumped, skipped down the long row of cells. No one was to be seen. Not one guard, not one prisoner. They were free now, they had technically been free for awhile, but they Tate still worried that a guard would jump them. Or even worse the mal tempered Officer Lewis.
They took a number of turns and began down another corridor, the last door on the right was ajar and light radiated out of it. Tate slowly pushed open the door, dozens of candles lit the room. It was a very light room, in mostly creams and whites. It was the office of a high ranking official obviously. As they entered, they gasped and froze.
A pool of crimson reflected the candles drenching the light carpet. Hanging above it was Officer Lewis. Hanging by a rope from the rafters. Large cuts were all over his body and a toppled chair and knife lay also with the same red tinge to them.
Horrors of all. They left the room much slower than they entered, not because they did not want to leave of course. Their feet were heavy and each wanted to be the first to leave. They quickly ran up the winding stair case at the end of the hall. Higher and higher they climbed, exhausted. At the top was the door, open to the street.
"Quickly we have to get out of here." said Tate heaving.
"No, the pirates are out there, its safer here." said Solomon, surveiling the fights and taking in the screams.
"Well draw your sword, and don't let them catch you."
"No I'm not going out there. You're crazy."
"Fine." said Tate finally after a pause, too exasperated to care anymore. He hated the people here, frightened, or foolish, or dead, or too good for him. He needed real people. He saw men who were his classmates fighting with rouge pirates and dying. Did they really think an untrained soldier could fight against these killers. The thought made him smile.
As he turned the corner, running, not quite sure where, but running away from that evil thought, he clashed straight into another running man. He fell straight back whereas the other remained staning with his cutlass on his neck.
"Well, well, Master Tate! What interesting situations you seem to get yourself into." It was Captain Jack Sparrow, obviously he had been swaggering around the corner, not running.
"Oh Jack, thank god its you!"
"I don't know if I'm your best bet kiddo, mabye you would have prefered to run into Cap'n Alan, oh wait, now that won't be happen'in any time soon now though." said the Captain with a devilish grin as he helped Tate to his feet. "You seem to be lost though, the fighting is this a way, don't ye want to be killin' all the nasty pirates?"
"No need, I think I'll be quitting this joint."
"Good, I don't need a strong lad like you killing off my crew now do I?"
"You're crew.." Tate stammered.
"Of course my crew, the kicked me out of the tavern and then that nasty silly Governor thought he should hang me. Now if the Governor was still that old man Swann, I wouldn't have to go and blow up this nice pretty little port, but someone's got to drink all the rum around here. Come on now, since you'll be a free loadin' and I'll be a needin' some new hands, why don't ye come an' join me for some rrrrrum."
"I don't think thats too bad at all."
"Now thats what I like te here. Smart move, no good turnin' down a proposition from meh, or ye wouldn't be able te tell anyone about your run in wit' me."
Tate gulped, Jack was still after all a pirate. He strolled down the boulevarde with the enemy, and the crew joined behind them as they made their way to the docks.
"Tate! Tate!" someone called.
Tate quickly spun around, it was his brother. He smiled and waved back.
Bonne quickly ran up to him, "Where are you going?"
"I'm joining the crew. It wouldn't have worked out at the academy anyways, you know that."
"But you swore alligance to them. Have you no pride, no honour?"
"Of course I do, but this time I decide where it lies. I will do nothing for them."
"Then stay for me."
Tate stared into his brother's eyes, he knew that he loved him. A hand slowly wrapped around his shoulder, "Come on, can't spend the night unless in jail." He turned away and was envelopped by the crew onto the ship with black sails which sailed away in the light of the high full moon.
Chapter 9
Tate was the first to gain his bearings again. He stumbled to the large hole which had once been the wall. He looked out, to his right, the Union Jack was flying, still attatched to the wall and slightly blackened. He looked out to the harbour now shimmering reds and golds of the flames. The wind had picked up and the sky was cloudy.
He walked back to the bars, Solomon was quite alright, physically, but Thomas, he lay with his face up to the ceiling, blood dripping from the side of his mouth and a large sharp stone pretruding from his chest. Solomon hovered in the corner, not daring to go near his fallen friend. Tate would not go near him either. The large brown eyes were still open, but neither would close them. Tate decisevly grabbed Solomon by the shirt and they quickly went out to the hall since the barred doors had been blasted open too.
They had no idea where they were. They quickly hopped, jumped, skipped down the long row of cells. No one was to be seen. Not one guard, not one prisoner. They were free now, they had technically been free for awhile, but they Tate still worried that a guard would jump them. Or even worse the mal tempered Officer Lewis.
They took a number of turns and began down another corridor, the last door on the right was ajar and light radiated out of it. Tate slowly pushed open the door, dozens of candles lit the room. It was a very light room, in mostly creams and whites. It was the office of a high ranking official obviously. As they entered, they gasped and froze.
A pool of crimson reflected the candles drenching the light carpet. Hanging above it was Officer Lewis. Hanging by a rope from the rafters. Large cuts were all over his body and a toppled chair and knife lay also with the same red tinge to them.
Horrors of all. They left the room much slower than they entered, not because they did not want to leave of course. Their feet were heavy and each wanted to be the first to leave. They quickly ran up the winding stair case at the end of the hall. Higher and higher they climbed, exhausted. At the top was the door, open to the street.
"Quickly we have to get out of here." said Tate heaving.
"No, the pirates are out there, its safer here." said Solomon, surveiling the fights and taking in the screams.
"Well draw your sword, and don't let them catch you."
"No I'm not going out there. You're crazy."
"Fine." said Tate finally after a pause, too exasperated to care anymore. He hated the people here, frightened, or foolish, or dead, or too good for him. He needed real people. He saw men who were his classmates fighting with rouge pirates and dying. Did they really think an untrained soldier could fight against these killers. The thought made him smile.
As he turned the corner, running, not quite sure where, but running away from that evil thought, he clashed straight into another running man. He fell straight back whereas the other remained staning with his cutlass on his neck.
"Well, well, Master Tate! What interesting situations you seem to get yourself into." It was Captain Jack Sparrow, obviously he had been swaggering around the corner, not running.
"Oh Jack, thank god its you!"
"I don't know if I'm your best bet kiddo, mabye you would have prefered to run into Cap'n Alan, oh wait, now that won't be happen'in any time soon now though." said the Captain with a devilish grin as he helped Tate to his feet. "You seem to be lost though, the fighting is this a way, don't ye want to be killin' all the nasty pirates?"
"No need, I think I'll be quitting this joint."
"Good, I don't need a strong lad like you killing off my crew now do I?"
"You're crew.." Tate stammered.
"Of course my crew, the kicked me out of the tavern and then that nasty silly Governor thought he should hang me. Now if the Governor was still that old man Swann, I wouldn't have to go and blow up this nice pretty little port, but someone's got to drink all the rum around here. Come on now, since you'll be a free loadin' and I'll be a needin' some new hands, why don't ye come an' join me for some rrrrrum."
"I don't think thats too bad at all."
"Now thats what I like te here. Smart move, no good turnin' down a proposition from meh, or ye wouldn't be able te tell anyone about your run in wit' me."
Tate gulped, Jack was still after all a pirate. He strolled down the boulevarde with the enemy, and the crew joined behind them as they made their way to the docks.
"Tate! Tate!" someone called.
Tate quickly spun around, it was his brother. He smiled and waved back.
Bonne quickly ran up to him, "Where are you going?"
"I'm joining the crew. It wouldn't have worked out at the academy anyways, you know that."
"But you swore alligance to them. Have you no pride, no honour?"
"Of course I do, but this time I decide where it lies. I will do nothing for them."
"Then stay for me."
Tate stared into his brother's eyes, he knew that he loved him. A hand slowly wrapped around his shoulder, "Come on, can't spend the night unless in jail." He turned away and was envelopped by the crew onto the ship with black sails which sailed away in the light of the high full moon.