A/N - Once again, I thank my reviewers from the bottom of my heart! You
guys rock! This chapter's gonna be a short one, but I'll make up for it in
other chapters, I swear! Anyway, if you read this story and have a
constructive criticism, that's absolutely fine, but please no flames.
Also, I think I know where this story is going, but if you have any
suggestions, please don't hesitate to tell me! I live to serve, you know.
~Lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, etc. I only own my characters Gianna and others. Boo hoo. Woe is me.
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*Jack's Dream*
He lay on the deck of a ship that was heaving through a field of deep-green waves. She listed heavily to the side, and Jack rolled towards the starboard rail, but managed to grab hold of the capstan before going overboard. He looked up towards the helm, only to find that no one was steering!
He pulled himself up and ran towards the wheel, which was spinning out of control. He tried to grab one of its numerous handles, but found himself unable. He discovered it was no use, and went looking for the crew. He could find no one.
He was alone. Utterly alone. In the middle of a horrible gale with a steering wheel that didn't work.
Above the wailing of the wind through the rigging and his own raging thoughts Jack heard a familiar scraping sound. Oh, no. This sound shouldn't have been heard right now. It was the sound of the anchor dragging along the sea bottom. As he could see it was pulling boards out of the hull, and if it caught on something, the results could be disastrous. Jack moved to the capstan and placed one of the long hoisting rods into the hole. But he knew it was no use. So now he was utterly alone on a ship with a dysfunctional steering wheel, and the ship was dragging anchor. Wonderful.
Just then a gargantuan wave washed over the boat, and Jack clasped his arms tightly around the mainmast. After the wave had dribbled its last gallons of water over the sides, Jack felt cold, unearthly hands tying him to the mast. Now he was bound to it, and couldn't move a muscle. Around him stood a ragged pirate crew. It was the unknown pirate who had stolen the Black Pearl this time around. They were the ones who had the Pearl now. Wait. Jack looked at the mast he was bound to. It was coal black. Black like the very depths of Davy Jones's Locker. Black like the night. Black like the mystery pirate's heart. Jack Sparrow was aboard his Pearl again.
For a moment he was almost happy.
Then he remembered that he was bound to the mainmast before a vicious enemy pirate crew. He was completely at their mercy. So he did the only thing that he could think of.
He cussed, well, like a sailor. He damned the pirate and his crew. He swore he'd get revenge on the man behind the mask. The tall and lean mystery pirate drew a immense gold-plated pistol and carelessly aimed it at Jack's head. This was it. It was Jack's time to be reunited with his father in Davy Jones's Locker.
Suddenly, a shocking white light burst from the sky. Jack's eyes, mouth and ears burned with the sheer fullness of it. Although it was so wonderful it was almost terrible, it had saved Jack's life.
Jack awoke in the late morning, sun streaming through the wide-open windows. It had been a crazy dream, but he had never had premonitions, so whatever happened in the dream sure couldn't happen in real life. Right? Instead of thinking more on it, he took a large breath of crisp salt air into his lungs. Yes, he decided, he did feel better after telling Gianna his story. He contemplated getting up, but decided to laze about in bed for a little while longer. He closed his eyes and drifted back into a dreamless oblivion.
"JACK SPARROW!" Gianna called loudly, waking Jack mercilessly.
"Still asleep at this hour! Get up.on with ye!" She called, "There's much that has to be done!" She yanked the covers off his body and danced about the room. Jack covered his face with his forearms and moaned, "What's going on?"
"We're going after your ship!"
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, etc. I only own my characters Gianna and others. Boo hoo. Woe is me.
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*Jack's Dream*
He lay on the deck of a ship that was heaving through a field of deep-green waves. She listed heavily to the side, and Jack rolled towards the starboard rail, but managed to grab hold of the capstan before going overboard. He looked up towards the helm, only to find that no one was steering!
He pulled himself up and ran towards the wheel, which was spinning out of control. He tried to grab one of its numerous handles, but found himself unable. He discovered it was no use, and went looking for the crew. He could find no one.
He was alone. Utterly alone. In the middle of a horrible gale with a steering wheel that didn't work.
Above the wailing of the wind through the rigging and his own raging thoughts Jack heard a familiar scraping sound. Oh, no. This sound shouldn't have been heard right now. It was the sound of the anchor dragging along the sea bottom. As he could see it was pulling boards out of the hull, and if it caught on something, the results could be disastrous. Jack moved to the capstan and placed one of the long hoisting rods into the hole. But he knew it was no use. So now he was utterly alone on a ship with a dysfunctional steering wheel, and the ship was dragging anchor. Wonderful.
Just then a gargantuan wave washed over the boat, and Jack clasped his arms tightly around the mainmast. After the wave had dribbled its last gallons of water over the sides, Jack felt cold, unearthly hands tying him to the mast. Now he was bound to it, and couldn't move a muscle. Around him stood a ragged pirate crew. It was the unknown pirate who had stolen the Black Pearl this time around. They were the ones who had the Pearl now. Wait. Jack looked at the mast he was bound to. It was coal black. Black like the very depths of Davy Jones's Locker. Black like the night. Black like the mystery pirate's heart. Jack Sparrow was aboard his Pearl again.
For a moment he was almost happy.
Then he remembered that he was bound to the mainmast before a vicious enemy pirate crew. He was completely at their mercy. So he did the only thing that he could think of.
He cussed, well, like a sailor. He damned the pirate and his crew. He swore he'd get revenge on the man behind the mask. The tall and lean mystery pirate drew a immense gold-plated pistol and carelessly aimed it at Jack's head. This was it. It was Jack's time to be reunited with his father in Davy Jones's Locker.
Suddenly, a shocking white light burst from the sky. Jack's eyes, mouth and ears burned with the sheer fullness of it. Although it was so wonderful it was almost terrible, it had saved Jack's life.
Jack awoke in the late morning, sun streaming through the wide-open windows. It had been a crazy dream, but he had never had premonitions, so whatever happened in the dream sure couldn't happen in real life. Right? Instead of thinking more on it, he took a large breath of crisp salt air into his lungs. Yes, he decided, he did feel better after telling Gianna his story. He contemplated getting up, but decided to laze about in bed for a little while longer. He closed his eyes and drifted back into a dreamless oblivion.
"JACK SPARROW!" Gianna called loudly, waking Jack mercilessly.
"Still asleep at this hour! Get up.on with ye!" She called, "There's much that has to be done!" She yanked the covers off his body and danced about the room. Jack covered his face with his forearms and moaned, "What's going on?"
"We're going after your ship!"