Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me, even if I wish Jack Sparrow did. I love that guy. Anyway, most of the characters don't belong to me, but one of the main characters, Scarlett Bane, does belong to me. She's a character from my original story that I have posted on fictionpress.com.
Please at least give the story a chance. A review would be nice, too, otherwise I'm pulling the plug on this story. If I don't know anyone's reading it then I'll just stop. Thanks!
Secrets of the Caribbean
Written by: Riley Barton
[Prelude]
The moon cast a heavenly glow on the serene landscape below, giving the clear ocean water a glistening appeal. Moored ships lazily bumped up against the wooden docks, the rigging swinging in the ocean breeze. The scene was picturesque, the perfect imagine of an ocean town at night. But, despite the overall appearance, don't be so easily fooled. As there is to everything, there is much more to this quaint painting than meets the eye…
The pounding footfalls of running, booted feet ricocheted off the brick walls of the narrow alley as two figures cloaked in darkness sprinted into the empty, cobble-stoned street beyond. Without slowing they turned left, hurrying their pace as the glistening ocean came into view ahead of them. Both were breathing heavily with their hearts beating wildly in their chests. All they had to do was reach the docks, swing aboard the Black Pearl, and sail away. Of course, this was easier said than done.
The Black Pearl's crew was waiting for them, and the second the two figures came into view, the crew launched into action. Barbossa, the ship's first mate, took his place behind the wheel, shouting out orders to the rest of his mates. Each member knew what was expected of him and he went at it. Two ropes were tossed over the Pearl's starboard side, and they were hastily grabbed a hold of by the two pirates cloaked in shadows. Hand over hand, foot over foot, the two pirates made their way to the top; the pirate on the right was swifter. He swung his agile body over the bulwark and rapidly coiled up the rope he had been using moments before. He handed the coiled rope to a man standing close at hand and leaned over the railing, glancing first at his fellow pirate who was still steadily climbing up the side of the ship, and then in the direction of the angry shouts and jeers. His heart skipped a beat when their seven pursuers came into sight, sprinting toward the Black Pearl. Cursing aloud, he looked down at the lithe figure climbing the remaining rope. Their pursuers would be upon the ship before she even reached within two feet of the bulwark.
He only had one remaining choice.
"Scarlett, toss it to me!" The climbing figure looked up sharply, briefly pausing in her long climb. He knew she could hear their pursuers coming; of everyone on the Black Pearl, she had the keenest hearing. He held his breath as she took another two steps up the side of the ship. "I said, throw it to me!" he shouted down to her, and this time she had no other choice than to comply. Reluctantly she reached down the front of her shirt, removed a single object from their hiding place between her breasts, and, with one hand tightly gripping the rope, threw it up to him. He grabbed it in his right hand and stepped away from the bulwark. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Good-bye, Scarlett," he whispered to the wind. With the flick of his wrist, the sword that had been hanging at his side was unsheathed and the blade cut into the wooden railing as it sliced the thick rope into two pieces. The surprised shout of Scarlett Bane, followed by a loud splash, brought all on deck to a standstill. The captain of the Black Pearl glared at them all angrily. "What are you standing around for!" he shouted at his crew. "Get going!" The crew snapped back to reality.
Breathing deeply, the captain strode across the deck and into his cabin, letting the door swing shut behind him. He dropped heavily into his desk chair, kicked his feet up onto the desk, and stared at the object he held in his hand. The gem was still warm from when it had been tucked between Scarlett Bane's breasts.
The cabin doors swung open and a large man stepped into the room. "Captain, we can't just leave her there!" he exclaimed, looking at his captain with utter disbelief. "I know what she means to you, so I'm certain that-"
"Stick to the code, Bootstrap," the captain growled, quickly placing the gem inside one of his desk drawers and locking it. He tucked the key into one of his many pockets and stood to his feet. He walked across the cabin to a small bar in the corner. "We stick to the code." Admitting defeat, Bootstrap Bill saluted his captain and left.
He waited until the door clicked shut before pouring himself a glass of rum. He set the flagon aside and raised the glass into the air. "Here's to you, love," he whispered to the empty room, and Captain Jack Sparrow swallowed all that was in the glass in one go.
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