Chapter 3: The Choices of Master Barbossa
A/N: This will be my last chapter of the prequel part. Then I'll pick up where POTC starts. :)
Barbossa followed Jack to his cabin. He could sense that Jack was thinking deeply about something. "Master, what be wrong? Can you tell your long-time companion?"
Jack shook his head. He didn't feel that Barbossa needed to know about the treasure. And right now, Jack needed to concentrate.
"What about the Code, Captain? Not telling me might be true to Jedi Code but what about Pirate Code? According to Pirate Code everyone gets an equal share. I demand my share."
Jack turned to face Barbossa, defeated. Briefly, he told him about the treasure of Isla De Muerta. But he didn't mention how to lift the curse, since he didn't think Barbossa would disobey him. He stressed it impossibility of using the treasure because they would lose their Force powers by doing so.
Barbossa listened keenly, his thoughts churning. *How do we know Cortez is telling the truth? How else are we going to get off this bloody planet? We need the treasure! Jack seems pretty firm that we won't be going after it, though.*
Then dawned on Barbossa the formings of a plan. The chance to have his own ship free from Jack, and get rich at the same time was now in his grasp. All he had to do was to figure out how to defeat his master. "Thank you for following the Code, my Captain. Now I be going to be getting some rest."
Jack nodded, rather startled by the vibes he was getting from Barbossa. *No, Barbossa might be rebellious sometimes, but he'd never actually mutiny, right? Nah.* Jack decided to concentrate on his currect predicament. He was the Captain, and it was his responsibility.
Barbossa didn't sleep much that night, however. He was too busy planning and sharing it with the rest of the crew. Convincing Bootstrap had been the hardest. Bootstrap reluctantly agreed after arguing for several minutes. He didn't want to hang out at De Muerta any longer.
As Jack meditated, he could see himself being left on a lonely planet. He could see Bootstrap Bill spinning endlessly in space. Then he saw a young girl with a medallion. None of it made sense, yet he could feel Barbossa being behind it all. That he couldn't believe. They'd been friends for years. Like father and son! And the crew were very loyal. *What is going on?*
The next morning, the crew mutinied. Jack, trapped in his cabin, gaped in horror as he realized that Barbossa was indeed doing what the Force had warned him. Later, Barbossa came back with the treasure and the hyperecter. He found a tiny, obscure island with no other life forms (except plants). There, he marooned Jack.
Jack watched despondently as his ship, his former master, and his crew left without him. His lightsaber had been wrestled away from him, but was given a blaster with a single shot. *I wish they'd left a big shot of rum as well*
TBC
A/N: This will be my last chapter of the prequel part. Then I'll pick up where POTC starts. :)
Barbossa followed Jack to his cabin. He could sense that Jack was thinking deeply about something. "Master, what be wrong? Can you tell your long-time companion?"
Jack shook his head. He didn't feel that Barbossa needed to know about the treasure. And right now, Jack needed to concentrate.
"What about the Code, Captain? Not telling me might be true to Jedi Code but what about Pirate Code? According to Pirate Code everyone gets an equal share. I demand my share."
Jack turned to face Barbossa, defeated. Briefly, he told him about the treasure of Isla De Muerta. But he didn't mention how to lift the curse, since he didn't think Barbossa would disobey him. He stressed it impossibility of using the treasure because they would lose their Force powers by doing so.
Barbossa listened keenly, his thoughts churning. *How do we know Cortez is telling the truth? How else are we going to get off this bloody planet? We need the treasure! Jack seems pretty firm that we won't be going after it, though.*
Then dawned on Barbossa the formings of a plan. The chance to have his own ship free from Jack, and get rich at the same time was now in his grasp. All he had to do was to figure out how to defeat his master. "Thank you for following the Code, my Captain. Now I be going to be getting some rest."
Jack nodded, rather startled by the vibes he was getting from Barbossa. *No, Barbossa might be rebellious sometimes, but he'd never actually mutiny, right? Nah.* Jack decided to concentrate on his currect predicament. He was the Captain, and it was his responsibility.
Barbossa didn't sleep much that night, however. He was too busy planning and sharing it with the rest of the crew. Convincing Bootstrap had been the hardest. Bootstrap reluctantly agreed after arguing for several minutes. He didn't want to hang out at De Muerta any longer.
As Jack meditated, he could see himself being left on a lonely planet. He could see Bootstrap Bill spinning endlessly in space. Then he saw a young girl with a medallion. None of it made sense, yet he could feel Barbossa being behind it all. That he couldn't believe. They'd been friends for years. Like father and son! And the crew were very loyal. *What is going on?*
The next morning, the crew mutinied. Jack, trapped in his cabin, gaped in horror as he realized that Barbossa was indeed doing what the Force had warned him. Later, Barbossa came back with the treasure and the hyperecter. He found a tiny, obscure island with no other life forms (except plants). There, he marooned Jack.
Jack watched despondently as his ship, his former master, and his crew left without him. His lightsaber had been wrestled away from him, but was given a blaster with a single shot. *I wish they'd left a big shot of rum as well*
TBC