Pirates of the Caribbean: Extinction of A Legacy
Author's Note: While I was watching Sinbad: the legend of the seven seas, It occurred to me how wonderful the legend really was. I mean, the guy's been through hell and worse! ^^ It's my second favorite pirate movie!
THANK YOU FOR NOTICING BRIGGS! ^^ YAY! I'm jubilant again. And yes, Kaiba_Rose… Will is hot… Thank you Sleepingbeauty1988! You too LittleDragonGirl914! For everyone who reviewed: here's your chapter, and your cake! Couldn't find the candy stash, but I did manage to get more rum! * gives rum to all reviewers *
Note: some of the dialogue may or may not be exactly what the characters say in the movie. I don't have a DVD-ROM player, so I'm doing all this by memory.
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Chapter XI: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Will walked into the smithy and sighed as he took off his overcoat. He had been present at the ceremony, but talk of the Commodore's obvious proposal gripped at Will's heart. He had left as soon as he spotted Elizabeth and Norrington by the north wall. With nothing much left to do, he walked back to the workshop, only to find soldiers running around.
"There's a pirate loose. Stay in your homes, he's well armed. "
Will also discovered that the pirate in question had threatened Elizabeth, and was now on Commodore Norrington's wanted list. He looked around the shop and found Mr. Brown sitting in a dark corner of the smithy, drunk as usual.
Will smirked and shook his head, taking off the restrictions on his collar. " Right where I left you," he mused aloud; knowing the man would not wake up anytime soon. As he turned around, he saw his axe lying on the anvil, where he knew he did not place it. "Not where I left you." He wondered if Mr. Brown had woken up during his nap, and fiddled with the equipment, but looking back at the sleeping man, he doubted it.
He became less confused, and more anxious when he saw a worn down tri-corner hat hanging on his table. He was about to reach it when a light tap of a blade to his hand, halted him. Looking up, he saw an odd character. He had an unusual hairstyle, braided, plaited and straight locks. There were trinkets in his hair varying from beads and shells to bones and ivory. His beard was done in two thin braids, each with a glass bead hanging from each end.
"You're the one they're looking for- the pirate," Will spat in disgust. Then his expression turned from disgust to that of hatred. " You threatened Miss Swann!"
Jack smirked, revealing his shiny teeth. " Only a little, mate."
The conversation suddenly took a violent turn as Will unsheathed on of his swords. Jack looked at him arrogantly and ran his own blade against Will's. Soon, the shop was filled with the sound of clashing metal. Jack was having the time of his life, finally finding a man other than a pirate who could match his skill. Looking at the boy, Jack reverted back to his memories, trying to find the boy's face. He seemed so familiar, yet he knew the boy had probably never set foot outside of the port.
Will, however, was having different thoughts as the fight continued. His hatred for pirates suddenly flared, and all of his repressed emotions surfaced. The death of his mother had ignited a fear of pirates in him as a boy. Will had feared that he would never be able to find anyone to care for him, and that he would be trapped in an orphanage for the rest of his years. But the fates had led him to a kind woman who took him in… and after a few weeks visiting her homeland, had been murdered by pirates. That information kept repeating in Will's head.
"Who makes all these?" Jack asked, looking at the blades.
"I do," Will said proudly as he dodged another swing, " And I practice with them three hours a day."
Jack smirked, " You need to find yourself a girl mate," he started and flipped from the revolving gear towards the sandy floor. "Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day, is you've already found one, and are incapable of wooing said strumpet…"
He paused and looked at Will strangely. "You're not a eunuch are you?"
Will narrowed his eyes and doubled the force of his swings. " The reason why I practice three hours a day, is so when I meet a pirate," he started, " I can kill it!"
The pair fought well, each matching the other's strikes. They had fought, balanced on a cart, and on the roof. As Jack did a back flip and landed on the edge of the kiln, Will managed to place his feet on ground. 'Die, heathen!' Will thought triumphantly as he cornered Jack without his sword. Suddenly, Jack kicked Will's blade out of his hand and blew sand in his face, temporarily blinding him.
As Will finally got his vision back, he found the barrel of a pistol before his eyes. "You cheated," he said, his tone that of surprise.
"Pirate," Jack reminded. The doors began to tremble as soldier banged furiously upon it. Jack pleaded for Will to move. " This shot is not meant for you."
Will looked behind the man strangely, and before Jack knew what had happened, his vision darkened. Will stood, dumbfounded as the navy barged into the smithy and congratulated his 'master'.
"Well, gents. I trust you will remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped," Commodore Norrington said arrogantly.
Jack woke up in a dingy little cell which was next to another, larger cell full of buccaneers. He figured that the navy did not trust him to be with other pirates. His thoughts flew back to the medallion he had seen with the girl. He had not known of any other gold coin such as the one on the girl- other than the cursed Aztec gold. He had not been privileged to see the treasure himself, but he knew of it.
His company's whistling was grating his nerves, so in a very calm manner, he tried to convince them to stop. "If all of you keep doing that, that dog is never going to move." Jack smirked at their response, but kept to himself after, it wouldn't do either of the two any good if they started an argument.
He had to think of a plan to escape, but how? He had been through far worse than the comforts of a British jail. The East India trading company had far worse treatment than just a few days sitting, doing nothing. They resorted to pain and torment, to further scar the minds of their captives in order to break their spirits before they broke their necks.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Will felt a strangeness in the air. Elizabeth held the medallion in her hand, feeling regretful for taking it out of her drawer. Will, had opened the windows of the shop, and saw the torches approaching in numbers. He prepared himself, taking axes, daggers and swords. Soon, pirates raided the streets, wreaking havoc amongst the people of Port Royal. Will saw Elizabeth being taken away by pirates. Then, a pirate he had sworn he had already killed faced him, looking down, Will found an explosive preparing to burst. But nothing happened as the wick burnt, however, Will did not manage to see the attack from behind, and all he could see was darkness.
In the jail, Jack heard the whistling of cannon fire. " I know those guns," he said aloud, his heart beating faster in his chest. For ten years, he searched for his ship, and now he had finally caught up. " It's the Pearl."
Another shot from its cannons had created a hole in the cell beside him, freeing the captives he had lectured before. "I'm sorry my friend, you have no manner of luck at all," one of them said.
Desperate to get to his ship, he resorted to calling the guard dog, much like the other had done. He stretched for the bone, and managed to twirl it before him. He whistled softly, catching the dog's attention.
"It's just you and me now, doggie," he said, with a crazed look in his eyes, his whole body itching to return to his ship. " Come here you mangy cur!"
A loud sound caused the dog to run away, making Jack cry for him to return. He soon heard the thumping of a fallen body. Two ragged men came down the stairs and looked around.
"That lying bastard! This isn't the armory!"
One of them took a look at him and smirked impudently, "Well, well, if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Last I saw you, you were marooned on a godforsaken island, shrinking in the distance," the other mocked, laughing at him. " His fortunes haven't improved much."
Jack looked at them nonchalantly, and cleared his throat. " Don't worry about me fortunes, men… for the darkest torments of hell is reserved for traitors and mutineers."
The larger, dark skinned man reached into his cell and grabbed Jack's neck. The moonlight shone on his arm, revealing a rotting skeletal hand.
"So there is a curse," Jack mused.
"You know nothing of hell," the man said solemnly. He released Jack and returned to his primary objective. Jack stood there, and placed his arms through the bars of the cell. He took a look at the bone in his hand and twirled it around before looking back to where the two men had left.
"That's very interesting."
The attacks soon ceased, and daybreak arrived. Jack became nervous; knowing his plans had not come through. He tried to open the locks with the bone in his hand before he heard the sound of descending footsteps. He lay back on the floor of the cell and pretended to be asleep only to be 'awoken' by the familiar boy from the smithy.
He soon found the boy's name to be William Turner. Knowing of the curse that his ship was in, Jack's head began to concoct a brilliant plan. Jack knew that soon, he would be able to retrieve his ship, and get on with his life- looting and discovering more precious treasure.
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Briggs sighed softly as he stood by one of the cliffs of what was to be his new home. Since the attack on Isla Del Amor, the gypsies thought it best to relocate to another island. He agreed fully, knowing that the people had no chance against another attack. They had no form of weaponry; after all, they were peaceful runaways. But his mind was not on his new home, but of his son- the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow.
"It was beautiful- the Black Pearl"
Briggs placed his head on his hands. He had kept contact with a few pirates and he found out more about his son through the stories. Briggs puffed with pride as he heard yet another tale of his son, but he saddened in knowing that his pride and joy- the Pearl had been commandeered by his son's own crew. For nearly ten years, Briggs kept close attention to the stories, figuring the details with his knowledge of his son.
Briggs knew of every pirate sailing in the Spanish Main, from his own son to Barbossa. He heard stories that his beloved friend- William Turner had been sentenced to death because of his son's crew. And just recently, Briggs had heard from Ana-Maria, that he had stolen her boat. Briggs was shocked to see his own son dock on Isla Del Amor, and he did not whether or not to be relieved that Jack did not recognize him. Through Ana-Maria, Briggs discovered his plan to commandeer a British ship, find a crew in Tortuga and retrieve the Pearl.
"Jack, my boy… I hope you know what you're doing."
" I think he does, but I'm not sure it's a wise decision."
Briggs turned around and found Ana-Maria standing behind him with a smile on her face. He had known Ana-Maria since she was a child, just as long as he had known Marion. Ana was the daughter of one of his crew, and soon became as loyal to him as her own father. But he treated both Marion and Ana differently; with Ana, he had always been her Captain. When she had turned pirate, Briggs agreed whole-heartedly, and even gave her money to help her join a good crew. With Marion, he treated her like a daughter. She had dreams of becoming a pirate, but he always tried to discourage her from such acts. Of course, Ana-Maria was somewhat offended at the response, but she understood.
There was something about the girl that screamed 'pirate', and yet, it seemed like she fit in better with the landlubbers. The girl was a natural fighter, and could hold her own in an event of an attack, yet at times she seemed better fitted in front of a stove. She was a mystery to every person in the isle. Ana-Maria and Marion had been friends, and it was Marion who had given Ana her boat. She cherished it as much as she cherished their friendship.
" I still want my boat back," Ana said suddenly as she sat beside Briggs, " I just don't understand why Marion would help a boy like Jack."
Briggs laughed and shook his head, " Aye, I don't understand it either lass, it's not as if she knew Jack was me son."
Ana looked at him oddly, " She doesn't?"
"Nay… never told her, but she admires my son, even without knowing his name or his face," Briggs said with stars in his eyes. "I've told her enough stories to keep her that way for three lifetimes."
" You want them to be matched, don't you?" Ana said, her question more of a statement than a question. She nodded, finally understanding why the man had never let Marion become a pirate when she had asked to join her. " That's why you told her to stay!"
Briggs was about to answer when a jolt cut him off. The waters seemed to create a large ripple, going on for miles. The winds suddenly changed, and dark clouds swiftly rolled by.
"What the devil-?"
There was something unsettling about the situation. " Ana, take my boat. Go to Tortuga, I have a feeling Jack is behind this, and I want you to be there to help him."
Ana nodded, " Aye, Captain." She stood to leave, but she hesitated and turned around. " What are you going to do?"
Briggs got a mischievous look in his eyes and he smiled at the woman. " I think its high time I reunited with me son, and I don't see the harm in bringing Marion along with me."
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Jack had never seen so much gold in his life. He was inside the cave of Isla De Muerta, looking through the large piles of gold. He spotted the case of Aztec gold atop of the largest pile, and remembered the coin he had stored away in his sleeve. He knew the time would come that it would be needed. There was a sound inside the cave, but no one seemed to have heard it. Hiding his true intent by 'scrutinizing' a golden statue, Jack was able to scan the cave.
Jack looked around and found a man, about his age hiding behind one of the larger rocks. He looked like a clean-cut boy, his blond hair was tied in a queue, his beard was cut to a short length, but there was a scar starting from the corner of his right eye to the middle of his cheek.
" I must admit Jack, I thought I had ya figured," Barbossa commented, staring at him as he threw the statue behind his shoulder. " But it turns out, you're a hard man to predict."
Jack swayed towards one of the men, shrugging at Barbossa. " Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest- honestly. It's the honest ones you've got to look out for," he started. Looking at Will, he continued, " Because you never know when they're going to do something…stupid."
As if on cue, Jack pulled out one of the men's cutlass and threw it over to Will. Barbossa stood and unsheathed his cutlass as well. Without hesitation, a fight began and the cave echoed with the sounds of a rigorous fight. Jack continued to clash swords with Barbossa, and ran from one of the high cliffs in the cave.
"You can't beat me, Jack," Barbossa sighed. Jack continued to fight, taking his cutlass and jabbing it into Barbossa's stomach. The man only sighed, taking the sword from his stomach and thrusting it into Jack's stomach, with a triumphant grin on his face. Jack grunted as he fell stumbled back into the shining moonlight.
Barbossa's grin melted into a confused frown as Jack's body transformed into a skeleton right before his eyes. Jack looked at his hands and them looked back at Barbossa. He took out the coin hidden in his shirt and twirled it on his hand.
"I couldn't resist, mate."
Barbossa grunted in frustration and charged at Jack with all his might. The fight went on, and Jack noticed the figure was still hidden within the shadows. Elizabeth had joined in the fight, and was doing a great job helping Will. Jack passed the figure and tripped on his boot.
"Sorry!" He apologized. Barbossa did not seem to notice the boy in the shadows, nor did he care about Jack's apology. Will and Elizabeth managed to place a hand-bomb into one of the skewered pirates' skeletal figures, then pushed them where the moonlight failed to shine. Within seconds, the bodies exploded, leaving Will free to cut his hand and let his blood flow freely onto the medallion.
Jack saw this and cut his own hand. He threw the coin back to Will, just before Barbossa pulled the trigger on his pistol, which was pointed to Elizabeth. Jack drew out his own pistol and did not hesitate to kill Barbossa.
"For ten years you carry that pistol, now you've wasted your shot," Barbossa taunted, but Will decided to prove him otherwise. Elizabeth gave out a laugh, and Barbossa dropped his pistol to open his coat. Blood seeped out of the wound. He looked at Jack and gave a weak smile, " I feel… cold."
Jack continued to stare at Barbossa's body as a green apple fell from his hand. Jack saw movement from the corner of his eye. While Elizabeth and Will were off talking, Jack took the liberty to stand by the casket full of gold. He eyed the man who stood before him, still hidden in shadows.
" What is your business here boy?" Jack asked, keeping his voice down, not wanting to attract attention.
The man stepped out from the shadows, smirking at Jack. " I'm searching for the Serpent of Fire."
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Author's Note: Remember that little tidbit that Jack managed to warn his crew about? That's what the man is looking for. Can anyone guess who the blond man is? ^^ Just to say, I guess this is where the story truly takes off, ne? I mean, so far it was the prologue, then I've managed to put in a few scenes from the Curse of the Black Pearl in there… and now… voila! The start of Extinction of a Legacy has started!
