Authors Rambling: Hey, in the last chapter I'm not sure if I got the names
of the two soldiers right - I can't remember their names in the film but I
read that in someone else's stories. Apologies if it's wrong. Also, thanks
again for the reviews. And I still don't own. Damnit.
With any luck this chapter should explain some stuff. Like plot. Bear with me. Either that or it'll just be incredibly angsty. ******************************************************************
Jack was thrown into the jail cell. It was the same one as before, but the hole in the wall had been repaired. He lay, face down, in the straw and the dirt, and made an impressive, if futile attempt to get up. The attempted movement caused massive explosions of pain along his body and triggered a coughing fit that lasted five minutes. He decided to give up.
No, wait, he what? "I don't give up." He thought. "Never. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I'm the best pirate the world has ever seen. I'm ..... cold, tired, and probably fevered." He admitted to himself. Curious to find out, he carefully put a hand to his forehead. His hand felt cold and his forehead felt hot.
"Interesting." He said aloud. The dog holding the keys pricked its ears at the sound of his voice, but didn't otherwise stir.
"So", Jack thought, "I'm sick, me leg's broken, I've got some cracked ribs, open wounds on my back, I'm bruised all over an' I'm completely on me ownsies. All in all, I've had better days." He laughed out loud. The dog looked at him as if he were crazy. The laugh turned into a fit of coughing and he curled up tightly until the pain in his chest subsided.
"An' the worst thing - the truly terrible and appalling thing, the thing that started all this off and'll end in me bein hung in the morning - the Pearl's gone." With that thought, came a merciful time of unconsciousness.
*****************Flashback Time - ten days before********************
The Black Pearl, her captain and her crew had been having a successful time since taking the ship from Barbossa. The amount of treasure they had 'gathered' lately was enough to delight even the greediest among them. Even for those - like Captain Jack Sparrow - who regarded wealth as merely a way of keeping score were happy, mainly because, as Jack put it, they had good rum, good company and a fine horizon to find.
After a while though, some of the crew began to find fault with their captain. Jack was different. That was a given. It was true that there was a fine line between genius and madness but it seemed impossible to tell on which side of it Jack would fall on any given day. His plans were reckless and brilliant, involving as little bloodshed as possible. And this didn't sit well with everyone on board. Some would have preferred, more traditional plans. Like kill everybody and take their money.
After a couple of extremely close calls with the Royal Navy, including the incident where Jack insisted on going back for his hat, and a time when he freely gave some supplies to a ship that had become becalmed, there was a lot of barely suppressed muttering going on.
It came to a head after the Pearl landed on a port that had always been safe before to re-supply and after barely an hour had passed Jack had managed to attract the attention of the Navy by being his usual, flamboyant self. He managed to keep them out of the grasping hands of the navy by sailing a complex course in and out of the other ships in the harbour, making the Pearl seem drunk, and the watchers feel dizzy, until the two navy ships pursuing crashed into each other.
"Ooh, that'll take a bit of repair-work." Jack muttered. Then he touched his hand to his forehead in a gesture of salute and took the Pearl out onto the open water.
The crew had laughed at first, to see the collision, but later, thinking about the danger they had been in, their mutterings and the dark looks directed at the captain became ominous.
So Jack wasn't entirely surprised when AnaMaria, followed, rather reluctantly by Gibbs, approached him that evening as he was leaning on the helm.
"I can't help who I am luv." He told her, before she even opened her mouth.
"Don't remember asking you to." She answered. Jack looked past her at Gibbs and cocked his head enquiringly. Gibbs shrugged.
"We're still alive are we not? And loot-wise we're doing pretty good." Jack observed, to no-one in particular.
"I know that Jack. I'm not doubting you. But there is a sense of discontent among the crew. They don't want to die because their Captain's crazy." Jack's hands tightened on the wheel, unnoticed.
"We're bound for Tortuga. Anyone who wishes to leave there." He paused, trying to find the end of the sentence "may go." He finished. "Spread that around." He told them. "And," he added "Its still CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." They nodded and left him alone with his thoughts.
"Stop feeling so damn uneasy" he told himself. "This lot'r different. Not going to mutiny like that black dog Barbossa. So they think I'm crazy. So does everyone. An' they might be right, but that's not important. What matters is, I got me ship an' I'm looking after me crew fine."
But they were delayed on the way to Tortuga. The next day it became apparent that a bad storm was brewing. Rather than sail straight into it, Jack decided to head for another island and take on supplies there, circumspectly. It wasn't as good as Tortuga, but it was perfectly possible for the crew - and himself to have a good time there too.
And so that night found Jack, in a tavern, rather more drunk than usual, in the company of a very nice lady whose name he absolutely could not remember. He had a very 'entertaining' time and woke fairly late the next day. He bid farewell to the fair non-maiden, bowed low and left, walking jauntily and singing merrily back to the dock where he'd left the Pearl.
It wasn't there.
******************************************************************* OK, that explained some things didn't it? The next chapter will be more flashback, explaining more, with any luck.
So please review - I'm a review junkie.
With any luck this chapter should explain some stuff. Like plot. Bear with me. Either that or it'll just be incredibly angsty. ******************************************************************
Jack was thrown into the jail cell. It was the same one as before, but the hole in the wall had been repaired. He lay, face down, in the straw and the dirt, and made an impressive, if futile attempt to get up. The attempted movement caused massive explosions of pain along his body and triggered a coughing fit that lasted five minutes. He decided to give up.
No, wait, he what? "I don't give up." He thought. "Never. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I'm the best pirate the world has ever seen. I'm ..... cold, tired, and probably fevered." He admitted to himself. Curious to find out, he carefully put a hand to his forehead. His hand felt cold and his forehead felt hot.
"Interesting." He said aloud. The dog holding the keys pricked its ears at the sound of his voice, but didn't otherwise stir.
"So", Jack thought, "I'm sick, me leg's broken, I've got some cracked ribs, open wounds on my back, I'm bruised all over an' I'm completely on me ownsies. All in all, I've had better days." He laughed out loud. The dog looked at him as if he were crazy. The laugh turned into a fit of coughing and he curled up tightly until the pain in his chest subsided.
"An' the worst thing - the truly terrible and appalling thing, the thing that started all this off and'll end in me bein hung in the morning - the Pearl's gone." With that thought, came a merciful time of unconsciousness.
*****************Flashback Time - ten days before********************
The Black Pearl, her captain and her crew had been having a successful time since taking the ship from Barbossa. The amount of treasure they had 'gathered' lately was enough to delight even the greediest among them. Even for those - like Captain Jack Sparrow - who regarded wealth as merely a way of keeping score were happy, mainly because, as Jack put it, they had good rum, good company and a fine horizon to find.
After a while though, some of the crew began to find fault with their captain. Jack was different. That was a given. It was true that there was a fine line between genius and madness but it seemed impossible to tell on which side of it Jack would fall on any given day. His plans were reckless and brilliant, involving as little bloodshed as possible. And this didn't sit well with everyone on board. Some would have preferred, more traditional plans. Like kill everybody and take their money.
After a couple of extremely close calls with the Royal Navy, including the incident where Jack insisted on going back for his hat, and a time when he freely gave some supplies to a ship that had become becalmed, there was a lot of barely suppressed muttering going on.
It came to a head after the Pearl landed on a port that had always been safe before to re-supply and after barely an hour had passed Jack had managed to attract the attention of the Navy by being his usual, flamboyant self. He managed to keep them out of the grasping hands of the navy by sailing a complex course in and out of the other ships in the harbour, making the Pearl seem drunk, and the watchers feel dizzy, until the two navy ships pursuing crashed into each other.
"Ooh, that'll take a bit of repair-work." Jack muttered. Then he touched his hand to his forehead in a gesture of salute and took the Pearl out onto the open water.
The crew had laughed at first, to see the collision, but later, thinking about the danger they had been in, their mutterings and the dark looks directed at the captain became ominous.
So Jack wasn't entirely surprised when AnaMaria, followed, rather reluctantly by Gibbs, approached him that evening as he was leaning on the helm.
"I can't help who I am luv." He told her, before she even opened her mouth.
"Don't remember asking you to." She answered. Jack looked past her at Gibbs and cocked his head enquiringly. Gibbs shrugged.
"We're still alive are we not? And loot-wise we're doing pretty good." Jack observed, to no-one in particular.
"I know that Jack. I'm not doubting you. But there is a sense of discontent among the crew. They don't want to die because their Captain's crazy." Jack's hands tightened on the wheel, unnoticed.
"We're bound for Tortuga. Anyone who wishes to leave there." He paused, trying to find the end of the sentence "may go." He finished. "Spread that around." He told them. "And," he added "Its still CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." They nodded and left him alone with his thoughts.
"Stop feeling so damn uneasy" he told himself. "This lot'r different. Not going to mutiny like that black dog Barbossa. So they think I'm crazy. So does everyone. An' they might be right, but that's not important. What matters is, I got me ship an' I'm looking after me crew fine."
But they were delayed on the way to Tortuga. The next day it became apparent that a bad storm was brewing. Rather than sail straight into it, Jack decided to head for another island and take on supplies there, circumspectly. It wasn't as good as Tortuga, but it was perfectly possible for the crew - and himself to have a good time there too.
And so that night found Jack, in a tavern, rather more drunk than usual, in the company of a very nice lady whose name he absolutely could not remember. He had a very 'entertaining' time and woke fairly late the next day. He bid farewell to the fair non-maiden, bowed low and left, walking jauntily and singing merrily back to the dock where he'd left the Pearl.
It wasn't there.
******************************************************************* OK, that explained some things didn't it? The next chapter will be more flashback, explaining more, with any luck.
So please review - I'm a review junkie.
