A/N- Thank you for your support. I'm hoping that if I write another chapter
I shall get more reviews because so far I've only had a few reviews and an
e-mail (. So, don't be shy people! Review!!!! Also I would just like to
point out that even though Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me I
am writing the story a little gorier which means that there will be death
etc. I got a review off of someone saying how she didn't believe that Jack
would kill, but the story is an AU and plus I think realistically Jack
(being a pirate) would most likely kill rather than be killed. Just wanted
to justify why I made Jack kill someone in the last chapter.
Anyway onto chapter two...
Jack frowned as his attention was drawn away from the blacksmith's apprentice's eyes. He looked down at the source where an intense pain was bothering him and found a gruesome gash trailing across his left side near his stomach. His stance wavered and he took a dangerously unsteady step backward while pressing a grimy hand to the wound trying to stop the blood flow. The attacking men closed in and the pirate soon found himself on the floor, still clutching the painful wound.
It took a few men to force Jacks hands together and bind them, leaving the gash openly bleeding onto the straw littered floor, Jack groaned, his energy dwindling as the men then pulled him up. As he passed Commodore Norrington he heard his smug voice rise over the din of the busy town,
"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."
Jack clenched his jaw, silently cursing Norrington before giving into the upcoming darkness that had crept sinisterly into his body during the short time he had been injured. The guards staggered at the extra weight the fugitive had added and held him tighter dragging him across the sandy road and towards the prison situated on the far side of Port Royal's fort.
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Jack Sparrow had been injured, captured and imprisoned. 'What an extremely productive day,' Commodore Norrington thought to himself, whilst ordering the second in command to organise a sensible amount of reward money to be paid to the owner of the blacksmiths for aiding them in capturing a dangerous fugitive. Mr Brown had appeared out of the barn looking bewildered but pleased as his profit, while his apprentice followed appearing highly annoyed and flustered. Norrington strode up to Mr Brown and shook his hand politely, "Thank you Mr Brown, you have aided in capturing a highly dangerous fugitive, you should be proud."
The blacksmith swaggered still obviously drunk or hung over and mumbled, "Just doing my civic duty, sir." Before his attention was drawn away by the sight of his reward being presented to him by the Commodores second in command Gillette.
Will growled under his breath, Mr brown had woken just as Sparrow had been dragged away and had done little more than stand before he was rewarded with a generous amount of money. Wasn't it he who had challenged the criminal and bravely fought against him? Wasn't it he who had obtained a head injury a mere half hour ago? The bitter feeling he had felt during his fight between Jack sprouted up again as he vaguely remembered the pirate making him feel quite small and insecure, he knew of course this was just a plan the pirate used to gain the advantage when it came to confidence, however he could still hear the fugitive's sarcastic tone dripping through his brain, making him feel unwanted and out of place in Port Royal. Will decided to ignore this and rose to clean himself up, sparing a quick look in the direction of the fort.
Port Royal was at peace again, the fugitive had been caught and the residents of the small town were busily carrying on with their lives as if nothing had happened, these naive people had no idea of the chaos that was about to crash down upon them. A ragged looking ship with tattered black sails and a sinister look glided almost ghost like through the strangely calm seas toward Port Royal. Its dark appearance camouflaged it from view as the night had set in creating an inky blackness thick with fog. An equally ragged looking man stood at the helm of this ship, tall and erect with one hand on the wheel, and the other throwing and catching a bright red apple. The loud yell of 'land ahoy!' caught his attention and he yelled to the whole crew, which had assembled on deck,
"Right lads, this be yer time to wreak havoc upon some poor helpless villagers, like I promised ye, but heed me words, if ye find Sparrow bring 'im back to the ship, and if calls for parle, then ignore the code, its more guidelines anyway."
The crew cheered and prepared to dock, preparing the canons as they went.
"Ghastly weather don't you think?" Governor Swann said cheerfully to Norrington, whilst taking a walk with him around the fort wall.
"Bleak, very bleak," muttered Norrington, his eyes set on a certain spot in the wall. Suddenly a loud booming sound shook the silent air.
"What's that?" Governor Swann asked curiously.
"Canon fire!" And with that Commodore Norrington leapt at Governor Swann and dragged him down, seconds before a cannon ball flew overhead.
"Return fire!" Yelled Norrington and the soldiers aimed the cannons at what they thought to be where the attack on them was coming from. Little did they know that the ship had already docked and pirates were swarming over Port Royal.
A particularly gruesome pirate covered in scars and coarse hair jeered as two of his fellow maties slashed at a retreating man. He fell squirming with pain on the muddy floor while the ugly pirate stepped up. He smirked showing what was left of a yellow rotten set of teeth before drawing his sword and smashing it right through the man's heart.
This act of terror was one of many that were occurring all over Port Royal and Will was well in a battle between a taller and stronger looking pirate. Using speed to his advantage, Will ducked a violent blow aimed at his head and brought his own sword upwards, scoring a hit in the pirate's midsection. The attacker gurgled a strange sound, fell over backwards and did not move. Pulling the sword from the now dead body, Will moved further into the fray, effectively getting closer to the fort.
It was at this moment; Jack awoke and found himself sprawled on the dank floor of a cell. The sharp pain in his side had diminished to a consistent throbbing but at the same time, he found he couldn't move without letting out a gasp of pain. Jack had however noted that his flesh wound had been cleaned and bandaged, not altogether very well, but it was an improvement for his normal standards. Deciding to stay still, he looked around his cell. Bare-brick walls surrounded two sides of him while the other 2 walls were made of thick metal bars, rusted albeit strong. A minute round shaped window was situated high up on the wall facing the outside of the fort, that too was covered with bars, a cruel reminder of his capture. It was then Jack had noticed the prisoners residing in the next cell, they had abandoned hope of attracting the dog who guarded the keys and were now peering out of the pathetically small window at what seemed to be either a huge party, or a huge fight-'either way,' Jack thought, 'it was loud and that gave him a head...what was that sound?' A cannon had just been set off, but it wasn't just any cannon.
"The pearl," Jack whispered, his voice hoarse but strong. The prisoners refrained from looking through the window and instead pressed themselves against the bars facing Jack.
"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors," one man said to Jack, eyes wide with fear. Jack pulled himself up, but managed only to rise to his knees before replying, "Then where do the stories come from I wonder?" It was clear from the rabble that the pearl's guns were creating havoc and destroying the battlements, however Jack did not suspect a cannon ball to blast its way through the wall of his neighbour's jail cell. They had escaped with so much as a few words sympathy, leaving Jack to his own devices. His mind however was not bent on escape but rapidly thinking of how Barbossa had tracked him down so soon.
Two pirates had made their way to what they thought was to be the armoury, what they found was to be an empty prison, wrecked from the damage inflicted by the pearl. The coloured pirate in front turned to leave before his companion (a rather tall gangly sad looking man) piped up, "there be someone in that there cell."
Will spied a stray couple of pirates creep into the fort and went to follow them, many of the pirates had been busy with the navy and so Will had been for some time wandering around looking for signs of trouble, and now he had found it. Racing after them, he entered quietly, sword and hatchet at the ready. He arrived at the dungeons to find the pirates standing outside the only occupied cell in the place- Jack's cell. 'These pirates are here to free this famous Sparrow, that is why they have attacked Port Royal. I must stop them before they get a chance to free him.' Will's mind raced at the thought and he threw a hatchet at the tall pirate, watching him collapse. The smaller dreadlock haired pirate swivelled around in surprise and anger. He ran at Will cursing him to Davy Jones' locker, but Will had the upper hand, blocking a rather hastily made blow, Will countered back with a powerful arc-this had made the pirate off- balanced, he then rose his sword for the killing blow, but the pirate had other plans. The pirate known as Koehler jumped back and Will's blade hit the bars of the prison which emitted a shrill ping but did not budge, using this small amount of time Koehler struck with his sword, however it once again missed Will. The blacksmith in return performed a technical move, which resulted in Koehler being disarmed. Koehler warily assessed the situation and came to the obvious conclusion that he was defeated, however pirates are not known for fairness in fighting (that much Will should've known already) and Koehler had a few tricks up his sleeves in times of need. "OK OK," Koehler reasoned, "so ye killed me mate, no reason to be killin' me." And with that he lowered himself to his knees in mock surrender. Will lowered his sword slightly and went to move forward to transport the pirate to an empty unwrecked cell, when a low calm voice interrupted him, "Don't want to be doing that, mate." It was that of Jack Sparrow, who had now managed to stand using the aid of the bars. Koehler looked positively furious but it was unreadable to Will. "I think I do, criminal," Will spat, moving even closer to Koehler. Jack Sparrow smiled, "Your funeral," he stated simply.
A/N- so what do you think? Thank you to the people that reviewed, hopefully you will review again!!!!
Jack frowned as his attention was drawn away from the blacksmith's apprentice's eyes. He looked down at the source where an intense pain was bothering him and found a gruesome gash trailing across his left side near his stomach. His stance wavered and he took a dangerously unsteady step backward while pressing a grimy hand to the wound trying to stop the blood flow. The attacking men closed in and the pirate soon found himself on the floor, still clutching the painful wound.
It took a few men to force Jacks hands together and bind them, leaving the gash openly bleeding onto the straw littered floor, Jack groaned, his energy dwindling as the men then pulled him up. As he passed Commodore Norrington he heard his smug voice rise over the din of the busy town,
"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."
Jack clenched his jaw, silently cursing Norrington before giving into the upcoming darkness that had crept sinisterly into his body during the short time he had been injured. The guards staggered at the extra weight the fugitive had added and held him tighter dragging him across the sandy road and towards the prison situated on the far side of Port Royal's fort.
~~~~~~
Jack Sparrow had been injured, captured and imprisoned. 'What an extremely productive day,' Commodore Norrington thought to himself, whilst ordering the second in command to organise a sensible amount of reward money to be paid to the owner of the blacksmiths for aiding them in capturing a dangerous fugitive. Mr Brown had appeared out of the barn looking bewildered but pleased as his profit, while his apprentice followed appearing highly annoyed and flustered. Norrington strode up to Mr Brown and shook his hand politely, "Thank you Mr Brown, you have aided in capturing a highly dangerous fugitive, you should be proud."
The blacksmith swaggered still obviously drunk or hung over and mumbled, "Just doing my civic duty, sir." Before his attention was drawn away by the sight of his reward being presented to him by the Commodores second in command Gillette.
Will growled under his breath, Mr brown had woken just as Sparrow had been dragged away and had done little more than stand before he was rewarded with a generous amount of money. Wasn't it he who had challenged the criminal and bravely fought against him? Wasn't it he who had obtained a head injury a mere half hour ago? The bitter feeling he had felt during his fight between Jack sprouted up again as he vaguely remembered the pirate making him feel quite small and insecure, he knew of course this was just a plan the pirate used to gain the advantage when it came to confidence, however he could still hear the fugitive's sarcastic tone dripping through his brain, making him feel unwanted and out of place in Port Royal. Will decided to ignore this and rose to clean himself up, sparing a quick look in the direction of the fort.
Port Royal was at peace again, the fugitive had been caught and the residents of the small town were busily carrying on with their lives as if nothing had happened, these naive people had no idea of the chaos that was about to crash down upon them. A ragged looking ship with tattered black sails and a sinister look glided almost ghost like through the strangely calm seas toward Port Royal. Its dark appearance camouflaged it from view as the night had set in creating an inky blackness thick with fog. An equally ragged looking man stood at the helm of this ship, tall and erect with one hand on the wheel, and the other throwing and catching a bright red apple. The loud yell of 'land ahoy!' caught his attention and he yelled to the whole crew, which had assembled on deck,
"Right lads, this be yer time to wreak havoc upon some poor helpless villagers, like I promised ye, but heed me words, if ye find Sparrow bring 'im back to the ship, and if calls for parle, then ignore the code, its more guidelines anyway."
The crew cheered and prepared to dock, preparing the canons as they went.
"Ghastly weather don't you think?" Governor Swann said cheerfully to Norrington, whilst taking a walk with him around the fort wall.
"Bleak, very bleak," muttered Norrington, his eyes set on a certain spot in the wall. Suddenly a loud booming sound shook the silent air.
"What's that?" Governor Swann asked curiously.
"Canon fire!" And with that Commodore Norrington leapt at Governor Swann and dragged him down, seconds before a cannon ball flew overhead.
"Return fire!" Yelled Norrington and the soldiers aimed the cannons at what they thought to be where the attack on them was coming from. Little did they know that the ship had already docked and pirates were swarming over Port Royal.
A particularly gruesome pirate covered in scars and coarse hair jeered as two of his fellow maties slashed at a retreating man. He fell squirming with pain on the muddy floor while the ugly pirate stepped up. He smirked showing what was left of a yellow rotten set of teeth before drawing his sword and smashing it right through the man's heart.
This act of terror was one of many that were occurring all over Port Royal and Will was well in a battle between a taller and stronger looking pirate. Using speed to his advantage, Will ducked a violent blow aimed at his head and brought his own sword upwards, scoring a hit in the pirate's midsection. The attacker gurgled a strange sound, fell over backwards and did not move. Pulling the sword from the now dead body, Will moved further into the fray, effectively getting closer to the fort.
It was at this moment; Jack awoke and found himself sprawled on the dank floor of a cell. The sharp pain in his side had diminished to a consistent throbbing but at the same time, he found he couldn't move without letting out a gasp of pain. Jack had however noted that his flesh wound had been cleaned and bandaged, not altogether very well, but it was an improvement for his normal standards. Deciding to stay still, he looked around his cell. Bare-brick walls surrounded two sides of him while the other 2 walls were made of thick metal bars, rusted albeit strong. A minute round shaped window was situated high up on the wall facing the outside of the fort, that too was covered with bars, a cruel reminder of his capture. It was then Jack had noticed the prisoners residing in the next cell, they had abandoned hope of attracting the dog who guarded the keys and were now peering out of the pathetically small window at what seemed to be either a huge party, or a huge fight-'either way,' Jack thought, 'it was loud and that gave him a head...what was that sound?' A cannon had just been set off, but it wasn't just any cannon.
"The pearl," Jack whispered, his voice hoarse but strong. The prisoners refrained from looking through the window and instead pressed themselves against the bars facing Jack.
"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors," one man said to Jack, eyes wide with fear. Jack pulled himself up, but managed only to rise to his knees before replying, "Then where do the stories come from I wonder?" It was clear from the rabble that the pearl's guns were creating havoc and destroying the battlements, however Jack did not suspect a cannon ball to blast its way through the wall of his neighbour's jail cell. They had escaped with so much as a few words sympathy, leaving Jack to his own devices. His mind however was not bent on escape but rapidly thinking of how Barbossa had tracked him down so soon.
Two pirates had made their way to what they thought was to be the armoury, what they found was to be an empty prison, wrecked from the damage inflicted by the pearl. The coloured pirate in front turned to leave before his companion (a rather tall gangly sad looking man) piped up, "there be someone in that there cell."
Will spied a stray couple of pirates creep into the fort and went to follow them, many of the pirates had been busy with the navy and so Will had been for some time wandering around looking for signs of trouble, and now he had found it. Racing after them, he entered quietly, sword and hatchet at the ready. He arrived at the dungeons to find the pirates standing outside the only occupied cell in the place- Jack's cell. 'These pirates are here to free this famous Sparrow, that is why they have attacked Port Royal. I must stop them before they get a chance to free him.' Will's mind raced at the thought and he threw a hatchet at the tall pirate, watching him collapse. The smaller dreadlock haired pirate swivelled around in surprise and anger. He ran at Will cursing him to Davy Jones' locker, but Will had the upper hand, blocking a rather hastily made blow, Will countered back with a powerful arc-this had made the pirate off- balanced, he then rose his sword for the killing blow, but the pirate had other plans. The pirate known as Koehler jumped back and Will's blade hit the bars of the prison which emitted a shrill ping but did not budge, using this small amount of time Koehler struck with his sword, however it once again missed Will. The blacksmith in return performed a technical move, which resulted in Koehler being disarmed. Koehler warily assessed the situation and came to the obvious conclusion that he was defeated, however pirates are not known for fairness in fighting (that much Will should've known already) and Koehler had a few tricks up his sleeves in times of need. "OK OK," Koehler reasoned, "so ye killed me mate, no reason to be killin' me." And with that he lowered himself to his knees in mock surrender. Will lowered his sword slightly and went to move forward to transport the pirate to an empty unwrecked cell, when a low calm voice interrupted him, "Don't want to be doing that, mate." It was that of Jack Sparrow, who had now managed to stand using the aid of the bars. Koehler looked positively furious but it was unreadable to Will. "I think I do, criminal," Will spat, moving even closer to Koehler. Jack Sparrow smiled, "Your funeral," he stated simply.
A/N- so what do you think? Thank you to the people that reviewed, hopefully you will review again!!!!