Title: Untitled (Possibly to be called The Black Pearl, The Dragon, and The
Gypsy of Spain... Really bad title, hence why I'm going to wait until I
think of a better one)
Rating: R for some violence, drug taking, and -maybe- romance in later chapters.
Summary: Pirates have attacked Port Royal for the second time in nearly ten years - this time around the results were deadly. People were killed, houses burned, markets destroyed... Nothing was left untouched. Ever since the departure of the famed Captain Jack Sparrow, all of Port Royal has kept moderate relations with the man and crew... Now, after many years of trade with the strange man, they ask for his help for the very first time - they want him to do what they can't do themselves - find the Pirates at fault... And kill them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Pirates of the Caribbean characters - only the Endriago, and the Caritas family... That's about it - oh and the plot too. So don't be stealing none of my work!
Author's Note: Okay, okay - I know the summary seems a bit... Silly, but it's really only a rough outline of what's going to happen - it's got a whole lot of fantasy-ness in it and lots of fun stuff like that! Anyway, I just wanted to write a PoTC fiction and this was what came to mind... It's my first one of this sort, so give me a break if I really screw it up - criticism and comments are appreciated!!
Prologue
Port Royal lay in ruin for the second time in nearly ten years. Even in the darkest of alley-ways the dreadful mark of the pirates could be seen. They had shown no mercy, nothing had been left untouched. Houses that had once stood cheerfully underneath the brilliant Caribbean sun now lay scattered in charred pieces on the ground. Markets, once lush with goods and trade, were empty, overturned, and destroyed - robbed of all valuables and food. Bodies of men - and women - who had dared resist the attack lay dead in the streets, the pungent smell of burnt and rotting flesh permeating throughout the entire village. Goods had been stolen, women kidnapped, men killed - it was not a pretty sight... Those who had been left alive lay huddled in the basement of the Governors house, barely fifty of them left alive at the most. It was a dreadful act of Piracy, one that appeared to have no point to it - besides what appeared to be the pure joy of killing.
It had all started at the stroke of midnight on a breezy summer's night. The watchmen were growing tired, the end of their watch creeping closer and closer. All appeared to be well, not a single sound or movement piercing the peaceful night sky. It was a calm and pleasant night - the type on which a young man and his sweetheart could be found strolling in the growing shadows of the darkness. Things seemed fine... All except for one peculiarity...
There was an unfamiliar scent on the air. Mixed with the salt and brine of the sea, there was the fragrance of foreign spices with a touch of wood smoke... It was an odd thing to smell, indeed. Fires had been long put out and spices tucked away - most everyone in the settlement of Port Royal was tucked at home in their beds, dreaming of the day to come. But the aroma persisted from the east, and if you stood on the Eastern Docks you could most certainly smell it - yet nothing could be seen out over the eastern seas.
Soon enough the watchmen grew accustomed to the strange smell, the pleasant fragrance coating their throats and nostrils, dreamy smiles flickering across their features from time to time. One by one, their eye- lids began to droop, each man relaxing their post as pleasant dreams seemed to force themselves over each and every one of them.
A ship appeared to the east. And not just any ship for that matter - it was a Pirate Ship... And perhaps one of rather unnatural creation... It seemed to flutter in and out of visibility - as if it were dodging behind a fold of cloth in the seamless night. It moved swiftly towards the town of Port Royal, fire-red sails catching the scented breeze and gliding with an unusual lack of sound, drifting closer and closer to its destination.
Finally the mighty ship pulled itself into port, the ship stopping exactly before the dock, a man stepping from the ship to the sturdy wooden platform before him. Dressed in all black and wearing a dramatic cape of the same color, the man was obviously the captain of the fine ship. Taking another step forward, he held himself tall, surveying the settlement with a cruel malice. He held a heavy cloth over his mouth - perhaps, to protect himself from the sleep-educing fragrance - but despite the fact that he covered his mouth you could still see a pleased smirk creeping up into his eyes.
"Very well then," He said, in his most arrogant manner, sneering at one of sleeping watchmen that lay next to his foot. "Continue according to plan, show them no mercy," He continued, yawning as he rested a hand on the hilt of the sword. "Let it be known that no friend of the Black Pearl will live to speak another day - bring me whatever Black Spice you can find." The man exclaimed cruelly, speaking the words as if they left a poor taste on his tongue. "Off you go." And, with that, the captain drew his sword, eyeing the sleeping man that lay before him, dark eyes gleaming in the darkness, running the blade of his unsheathed sword along the edge of his hand. Then, raising the sword above his head with incredible ease, he brought it down in a mighty swing, running it through the watchman's neck clean through, not raising it again until the blade met wood.
"Go!" He cried, turning back to the ship, cape flashing out behind him as he began making his way through the blood-thirsty pirates and sitting at the bow to watch the slaughter begin.
His men, who were a mighty and terrible bunch, plunged forward into the darkness; their swords raised high above their heads and torches stretched out before them. "Por el Endriago! Por Aquilino! Por el Negro Especia!" They called out in their native language, voices furiously cutting through the peace that had resided through out all of Port Royal.
The captain watched them, dark eyes grim with laugher. He had trained them well... They listened to him as they might listen to their mother - they knew better then to fail him... Getting to his feet as the first of the settlers filtered out from their home, he thrust his hand into one of his pockets, pulling it slowly out to examine what now lay in his hand. At first, it appeared to be a sort of powder, fine in texture and black in color. But, once the man held it beneath a patch of moonlight, it became clear that it was nothing of the sort.
Placed beneath the silvery light, it rose towards the sky, shimmering like a diamond as it moved. Instantly, a flare sparked in the mans eyes, he stood on his tip toes, eyes fluttering shut, and inhaled the shimmering powder, not breathing out again until the last of the mysterious substance was gone.
Then, cringing and holding his head, the captain winced and knelt to the ground as if struck from behind. Remaining still for what seemed like an hour in his own mind, he finally lifted himself from the ground, steadying himself by leaning on the railing. Lifting his eyes, which had been cast to the ground, he smirked. There was something different in him - the same shimmer of the mysterious powder now resided deep within his eyes...
"Let the fun begin." He managed to say under his breath as he advanced forward, hands outstretched, following his crew into battle.
All who lived the attack of that night never would forget the man with the moon-light eyes. For nights his crazy laughter would haunt their dreams as the image of the grand ship sailing away, their captain and crew victorious in the attack of the small town of Port Royal.
Rating: R for some violence, drug taking, and -maybe- romance in later chapters.
Summary: Pirates have attacked Port Royal for the second time in nearly ten years - this time around the results were deadly. People were killed, houses burned, markets destroyed... Nothing was left untouched. Ever since the departure of the famed Captain Jack Sparrow, all of Port Royal has kept moderate relations with the man and crew... Now, after many years of trade with the strange man, they ask for his help for the very first time - they want him to do what they can't do themselves - find the Pirates at fault... And kill them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Pirates of the Caribbean characters - only the Endriago, and the Caritas family... That's about it - oh and the plot too. So don't be stealing none of my work!
Author's Note: Okay, okay - I know the summary seems a bit... Silly, but it's really only a rough outline of what's going to happen - it's got a whole lot of fantasy-ness in it and lots of fun stuff like that! Anyway, I just wanted to write a PoTC fiction and this was what came to mind... It's my first one of this sort, so give me a break if I really screw it up - criticism and comments are appreciated!!
Prologue
Port Royal lay in ruin for the second time in nearly ten years. Even in the darkest of alley-ways the dreadful mark of the pirates could be seen. They had shown no mercy, nothing had been left untouched. Houses that had once stood cheerfully underneath the brilliant Caribbean sun now lay scattered in charred pieces on the ground. Markets, once lush with goods and trade, were empty, overturned, and destroyed - robbed of all valuables and food. Bodies of men - and women - who had dared resist the attack lay dead in the streets, the pungent smell of burnt and rotting flesh permeating throughout the entire village. Goods had been stolen, women kidnapped, men killed - it was not a pretty sight... Those who had been left alive lay huddled in the basement of the Governors house, barely fifty of them left alive at the most. It was a dreadful act of Piracy, one that appeared to have no point to it - besides what appeared to be the pure joy of killing.
It had all started at the stroke of midnight on a breezy summer's night. The watchmen were growing tired, the end of their watch creeping closer and closer. All appeared to be well, not a single sound or movement piercing the peaceful night sky. It was a calm and pleasant night - the type on which a young man and his sweetheart could be found strolling in the growing shadows of the darkness. Things seemed fine... All except for one peculiarity...
There was an unfamiliar scent on the air. Mixed with the salt and brine of the sea, there was the fragrance of foreign spices with a touch of wood smoke... It was an odd thing to smell, indeed. Fires had been long put out and spices tucked away - most everyone in the settlement of Port Royal was tucked at home in their beds, dreaming of the day to come. But the aroma persisted from the east, and if you stood on the Eastern Docks you could most certainly smell it - yet nothing could be seen out over the eastern seas.
Soon enough the watchmen grew accustomed to the strange smell, the pleasant fragrance coating their throats and nostrils, dreamy smiles flickering across their features from time to time. One by one, their eye- lids began to droop, each man relaxing their post as pleasant dreams seemed to force themselves over each and every one of them.
A ship appeared to the east. And not just any ship for that matter - it was a Pirate Ship... And perhaps one of rather unnatural creation... It seemed to flutter in and out of visibility - as if it were dodging behind a fold of cloth in the seamless night. It moved swiftly towards the town of Port Royal, fire-red sails catching the scented breeze and gliding with an unusual lack of sound, drifting closer and closer to its destination.
Finally the mighty ship pulled itself into port, the ship stopping exactly before the dock, a man stepping from the ship to the sturdy wooden platform before him. Dressed in all black and wearing a dramatic cape of the same color, the man was obviously the captain of the fine ship. Taking another step forward, he held himself tall, surveying the settlement with a cruel malice. He held a heavy cloth over his mouth - perhaps, to protect himself from the sleep-educing fragrance - but despite the fact that he covered his mouth you could still see a pleased smirk creeping up into his eyes.
"Very well then," He said, in his most arrogant manner, sneering at one of sleeping watchmen that lay next to his foot. "Continue according to plan, show them no mercy," He continued, yawning as he rested a hand on the hilt of the sword. "Let it be known that no friend of the Black Pearl will live to speak another day - bring me whatever Black Spice you can find." The man exclaimed cruelly, speaking the words as if they left a poor taste on his tongue. "Off you go." And, with that, the captain drew his sword, eyeing the sleeping man that lay before him, dark eyes gleaming in the darkness, running the blade of his unsheathed sword along the edge of his hand. Then, raising the sword above his head with incredible ease, he brought it down in a mighty swing, running it through the watchman's neck clean through, not raising it again until the blade met wood.
"Go!" He cried, turning back to the ship, cape flashing out behind him as he began making his way through the blood-thirsty pirates and sitting at the bow to watch the slaughter begin.
His men, who were a mighty and terrible bunch, plunged forward into the darkness; their swords raised high above their heads and torches stretched out before them. "Por el Endriago! Por Aquilino! Por el Negro Especia!" They called out in their native language, voices furiously cutting through the peace that had resided through out all of Port Royal.
The captain watched them, dark eyes grim with laugher. He had trained them well... They listened to him as they might listen to their mother - they knew better then to fail him... Getting to his feet as the first of the settlers filtered out from their home, he thrust his hand into one of his pockets, pulling it slowly out to examine what now lay in his hand. At first, it appeared to be a sort of powder, fine in texture and black in color. But, once the man held it beneath a patch of moonlight, it became clear that it was nothing of the sort.
Placed beneath the silvery light, it rose towards the sky, shimmering like a diamond as it moved. Instantly, a flare sparked in the mans eyes, he stood on his tip toes, eyes fluttering shut, and inhaled the shimmering powder, not breathing out again until the last of the mysterious substance was gone.
Then, cringing and holding his head, the captain winced and knelt to the ground as if struck from behind. Remaining still for what seemed like an hour in his own mind, he finally lifted himself from the ground, steadying himself by leaning on the railing. Lifting his eyes, which had been cast to the ground, he smirked. There was something different in him - the same shimmer of the mysterious powder now resided deep within his eyes...
"Let the fun begin." He managed to say under his breath as he advanced forward, hands outstretched, following his crew into battle.
All who lived the attack of that night never would forget the man with the moon-light eyes. For nights his crazy laughter would haunt their dreams as the image of the grand ship sailing away, their captain and crew victorious in the attack of the small town of Port Royal.