Okay, this is my first PotC fic, so it will probably be awful, or made up
of 'really bad eggs.'
Umm, basically, I own nada. Apart from a small pencil case, a bag and a half eaten packet of 'Munchies'. Therefore, I do not own Capt. Jack Sparrow, Will Turner or Elizabeth Swann. Or anybody else, except possibly some random people throughout the story who occasionally say things like; "Look out below!" or "Ahh!"
I also do not own Port Royale. Or the Black Pearl, or any other ships. Their names, yes, but not the ships.
Also, is Gibbs the name of the guy who Jack goes to meet in Tortuga? I thought it was, but if it isn't, please tell me what the man's name is!!
So, that said, I'll get on with it.
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Chapter One - Back to Port
The 'Black Pearl' slid noiselessly across the calm waters, almost gliding into the hidden bay of Port Royale. It was nighttime, and the only signs of life that should be visible were torches on the fort walls, or lights in the houses windows.
But, as Captain Jack Sparrow could see, this was not the case. Flickering lights were moving erratically all over the blackness of the town, stopping occasionally, before moving on. As his beloved ship drew closer, he could hear faint noises, short, sharp noises. As the 'Pearl' came even nearer, Jack could just make out the outline of another ship. Just.
The 'Black Pearl' was aptly named. With black sails and nearly black dark wood, she was a hard vessel to spot in the darkness. But compared to the ship now anchored in the Port, she was as bright as the sun itself.
The other ship seemed at first like a shadow of the 'Pearl', only at the wrong angle. It was almost one and the same with the dark waters and hillside backdrop it was set against. Everything was shadowy about it. Even the guards still aboard looked as though their clothes had been woven from the blackness at the bottom of an ocean.
Jack scampered along the deck till he reached the anchor chain, calling in a hushed voice to his crew; they lowered an anchor as quietly as possible. The other ship made no indication that they had spotted them.
After several minutes of quiet arguing between the headstrong crew and their captain, a small band of them clambered into a small boat, hung on the side of the ship. It was lowered into the water with the minimum amount of splash humanly possible. Oars slid out of the tiny craft like wings, and then, they headed for the shore, the maniacal yells and laughter of fellow pirates echoing all around them.
Jack sat at the front of the boat, peering anxiously out into the gloom. He thought he knew what was happening, and he didn't like it.
"Gibbs!" he hissed.
There was a scrabbling sound from behind him, and several muffled curses as First Mate Gibbs struggled forward.
"Yes, Capt'n?"
"D'you recognise that ship?"
Gibbs looked at the other ship. He chewed reflectively for a few seconds, before answering;
"No, Jack."
"Capt'n."
"No, Capt'n."
Jack tugged at his braided beard, wondering. He had been away from Port Royale for quite awhile, but they couldn't possibly have changed their attitudes towards pirates in just over a year.
"Gibbs, I suggest we go an' have a look-see."
"Just what I was thinking Jack."
"Capt'n."
Yes, Capt'n."
Elizabeth woke with a start. She heard loud, uncouth noises bellowing outside her window. Believing she was still asleep, Elizabeth stood up drowsily, and walked over to her window, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Seeing everything through a half-waking mist she threw wide her window, and leant out, and shouted;
"Go away and let me sleep, you drunks!"
"Ahh, but pretty lass of course we will! Long as you let us come up there and sleep with ye!"
Elizabeth had never felt quite so wide-awake so suddenly. Her eyes widened, as she stared down upon the filthy men who were even now trying to break down her front door. One of them started up the vine growing up past her window. She pulled the window closed and locked it, flying from her room to wake her father. Racing to his room, she found him laying there, his eyes wide and staring.
"Father! Get up quick, there are pirates!"
"So there are, missy, so there are!"
A man in dirty rags sprung at her from behind the door. In his hand was a blood soaked knife. The pirate yanked back the covers of Governor Swann's bed just enough to reveal a deep, ugly looking gash across his chest. He was dead.
Elizabeth uttered a frightened cry, and tried to run from the room, but two men, each licking their lips and waving their daggers and axes in a threatening manner barred her.
"Come with me, darling, and we'll see you go to a good home!"
The pirate who had murdered her father scooped Elizabeth over his shoulder, and followed the other two out of the room, as she kicked her feet and bashed her hands till they ached on his chest and back.
The odd looking procession carried on down the street, gathering members of hungry looking pirates, all eyeing Elizabeth with interest. Elizabeth could also see two of her maids, being dragged or carried along down the road, both fighting their captors furiously.
Window panes cracked and smashed, bottles were thrown about, as well as chair legs, stools and even people.
Elizabeth suddenly realised she was being taken down the street where the blacksmiths was.
"Will! Will!"
The pirates tried to cover her mouth, but she kept on screaming.
"Will! Will!"
Suddenly he appeared. But not dashing forward to rescue his bride to be. Several pirates were holding his hands behind his back, and one was holding a beautifully made sword, Will's. The blacksmith's face was covered in blood, and scratches. For a moment, his eyes met Elizabeth's. Then he was dragged off, struggling wildly, and yelling;
"Jack! He's here, Jack!"
Elizabeth stared at her fiancée in bewilderment. Jack? Jack who? There was a man in town called Jack, but she had seen his body sprawled out on the road, dead, a short while ago.
It was then that Elizabeth saw it. The ship. It was darker even, than the hearts of those who sailed it. But, were her eyes deceiving her, or was there another ship? Another dark ship, with black sails?
Umm, basically, I own nada. Apart from a small pencil case, a bag and a half eaten packet of 'Munchies'. Therefore, I do not own Capt. Jack Sparrow, Will Turner or Elizabeth Swann. Or anybody else, except possibly some random people throughout the story who occasionally say things like; "Look out below!" or "Ahh!"
I also do not own Port Royale. Or the Black Pearl, or any other ships. Their names, yes, but not the ships.
Also, is Gibbs the name of the guy who Jack goes to meet in Tortuga? I thought it was, but if it isn't, please tell me what the man's name is!!
So, that said, I'll get on with it.
***********************************************************
Chapter One - Back to Port
The 'Black Pearl' slid noiselessly across the calm waters, almost gliding into the hidden bay of Port Royale. It was nighttime, and the only signs of life that should be visible were torches on the fort walls, or lights in the houses windows.
But, as Captain Jack Sparrow could see, this was not the case. Flickering lights were moving erratically all over the blackness of the town, stopping occasionally, before moving on. As his beloved ship drew closer, he could hear faint noises, short, sharp noises. As the 'Pearl' came even nearer, Jack could just make out the outline of another ship. Just.
The 'Black Pearl' was aptly named. With black sails and nearly black dark wood, she was a hard vessel to spot in the darkness. But compared to the ship now anchored in the Port, she was as bright as the sun itself.
The other ship seemed at first like a shadow of the 'Pearl', only at the wrong angle. It was almost one and the same with the dark waters and hillside backdrop it was set against. Everything was shadowy about it. Even the guards still aboard looked as though their clothes had been woven from the blackness at the bottom of an ocean.
Jack scampered along the deck till he reached the anchor chain, calling in a hushed voice to his crew; they lowered an anchor as quietly as possible. The other ship made no indication that they had spotted them.
After several minutes of quiet arguing between the headstrong crew and their captain, a small band of them clambered into a small boat, hung on the side of the ship. It was lowered into the water with the minimum amount of splash humanly possible. Oars slid out of the tiny craft like wings, and then, they headed for the shore, the maniacal yells and laughter of fellow pirates echoing all around them.
Jack sat at the front of the boat, peering anxiously out into the gloom. He thought he knew what was happening, and he didn't like it.
"Gibbs!" he hissed.
There was a scrabbling sound from behind him, and several muffled curses as First Mate Gibbs struggled forward.
"Yes, Capt'n?"
"D'you recognise that ship?"
Gibbs looked at the other ship. He chewed reflectively for a few seconds, before answering;
"No, Jack."
"Capt'n."
"No, Capt'n."
Jack tugged at his braided beard, wondering. He had been away from Port Royale for quite awhile, but they couldn't possibly have changed their attitudes towards pirates in just over a year.
"Gibbs, I suggest we go an' have a look-see."
"Just what I was thinking Jack."
"Capt'n."
Yes, Capt'n."
Elizabeth woke with a start. She heard loud, uncouth noises bellowing outside her window. Believing she was still asleep, Elizabeth stood up drowsily, and walked over to her window, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Seeing everything through a half-waking mist she threw wide her window, and leant out, and shouted;
"Go away and let me sleep, you drunks!"
"Ahh, but pretty lass of course we will! Long as you let us come up there and sleep with ye!"
Elizabeth had never felt quite so wide-awake so suddenly. Her eyes widened, as she stared down upon the filthy men who were even now trying to break down her front door. One of them started up the vine growing up past her window. She pulled the window closed and locked it, flying from her room to wake her father. Racing to his room, she found him laying there, his eyes wide and staring.
"Father! Get up quick, there are pirates!"
"So there are, missy, so there are!"
A man in dirty rags sprung at her from behind the door. In his hand was a blood soaked knife. The pirate yanked back the covers of Governor Swann's bed just enough to reveal a deep, ugly looking gash across his chest. He was dead.
Elizabeth uttered a frightened cry, and tried to run from the room, but two men, each licking their lips and waving their daggers and axes in a threatening manner barred her.
"Come with me, darling, and we'll see you go to a good home!"
The pirate who had murdered her father scooped Elizabeth over his shoulder, and followed the other two out of the room, as she kicked her feet and bashed her hands till they ached on his chest and back.
The odd looking procession carried on down the street, gathering members of hungry looking pirates, all eyeing Elizabeth with interest. Elizabeth could also see two of her maids, being dragged or carried along down the road, both fighting their captors furiously.
Window panes cracked and smashed, bottles were thrown about, as well as chair legs, stools and even people.
Elizabeth suddenly realised she was being taken down the street where the blacksmiths was.
"Will! Will!"
The pirates tried to cover her mouth, but she kept on screaming.
"Will! Will!"
Suddenly he appeared. But not dashing forward to rescue his bride to be. Several pirates were holding his hands behind his back, and one was holding a beautifully made sword, Will's. The blacksmith's face was covered in blood, and scratches. For a moment, his eyes met Elizabeth's. Then he was dragged off, struggling wildly, and yelling;
"Jack! He's here, Jack!"
Elizabeth stared at her fiancée in bewilderment. Jack? Jack who? There was a man in town called Jack, but she had seen his body sprawled out on the road, dead, a short while ago.
It was then that Elizabeth saw it. The ship. It was darker even, than the hearts of those who sailed it. But, were her eyes deceiving her, or was there another ship? Another dark ship, with black sails?