Pirates of the Caribbean: A Curse Renewed
A/N: Woah, hello there! You know, at the moment I am writing THREE fanfics at once? And now here's another one!!!! But I just COULDN'T RESIST, because I just got this sudden inspiration . . . you know the feeling? No? All well, too bad. But the timing couldn't have been worse! Tomorrow for me is the first day of school, and I am most likely going to be busy . . . = ( But fear not! I WILL find time for my beloved fanfics! They . . . ARE beloved, right? Guys? Ok, nevermind. This takes place two years after the movie ends, just to tell ye. And, I own not the characters nor places, or any other stuff from Pirates of the Caribbean. Get it? Got it? Good. ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 1:
The black storm clouds overhead threatened the vessel swaying with the waves of the ocean as thunder could be heard in the distance. The sails were blowing and loose ropes swung with the movements of the ship.
A man at the helm could be seen, looking despairingly at the change of weather and cursing his horrible luck. His ship was quite small, compared to others, and this was the reason he manned it alone. No other sailor he would permit to share his ship with him; it was HIS ship, and his alone. He was a fine sailor at that, and had his way with steering his own vessel when venturing out at sea.
A strong wind picked up, causing the sails to blow even more wildly above him. He chose not to put the sails down, as he always did when a storm was brewing. He was a strange sailor too, to put it at that, and chose to do the opposite o' what other captains fared. His decisions alone helped him even in ways he didn't know himself, but he chose to leave it at a thought, as no one really would understand, let alone himself.
More thunder rolled across the sky as a threat to the upcoming storm, about to descend upon the sailor as he cursed himself yet again on bad timing. No isles or cities or towns of the sort nearby, so he would have to wait this one out. If his ship could manage, which it always did. But one could never tell with the unexpected.
Rain started to fall upon the deck of the man's ship, lightly at first, but then harder as it progressed to match the strength the wind put up. Waves started to crash into the boat, knocking it slightly to and fro.
The now pounding rain lashed upon the wooden vessel, as the sailor tilted his hat so that the rain wouldn't wet his face, but to no avail. It grew steadily darker by the second, and soon the sailor had no sense of direction whatsoever as he tried to keep his ship under control.
The boat lurched in every which way, but the man still clung on to the wheel. Wind sliced through his jacket and the cold bit at his skin, his face stinging with the cold and rain.
'When will this accursed storm end?' thought the man venomously as the waves continued to crash upon the sides of the wooden vessel, still keeping his position at the helm steady.
As his thought passed through his mind, the wind seemed to die down and the rain became less harsh. The sailor squinted in front of him, hoping to see land anywhere near. To his glorious luck, there was an island straight ahead, and he made a course to make burg at the isle and perhaps find some shelter until the storm passed.
The sailor had tied up his ship as best he could in the continuous rain. He had found what appeared to be a great cave where he had stopped at the island, and so he got into a small rowboat off the side of his ship and made his way into the cave, looming dark and forbidding.
Once inside, he found a small canal leading into the heart of the cave, but there was hardly any light to see by, and so the man did not notice the small piles of gold trinkets laying on the rocks around him.
He found a shore area and pulled up his rowboat onto the rocky platform. There was a small hole where a greater room led beyond, and once he passed through to the great cave, he gasped audibly.
Gold was everywhere; treasure and jewels and gold and silver . . . Piled high in great mounds or sitting upon rocks or strewn across the floor, chests with valuables of a man's dire wish . . . All there for the taking.
Any man who would stumble across this grand a treasure would immediately thought one thing: it was his. But this man, and a very peculiar one at that, did not find himself thinking such a thing. In fact, the thought barely entered his mind. He did not sail the seas in search for treasure; he did so because of his love of the sea, his passion for sailing. Unless it was in a storm, of course. No, this man had no intention of taking this treasure.
He walked forward, taking in the sight around him. How grand and kingly this treasure looked! And how could it just be lying here, just waiting for the day when someone would raid the caves and be rich? The man thought this odd, but paid no more attention to the matter.
As he stepped into the middle of the cave, he spotted something up ahead. A huge golden chest, that seemed to shine ever so slightly, stood upon a vast mound of random and assorted treasures and trinkets. It stood alone, the lid firmly closed atop it, and gave off a slight ominous feel.
The man climbed the mound of trinkets and valuables to examine the chest. He took a good look at it until deciding to open the lid just a bit. He slid some off the chest and gaped as many gold coins came into view. He slid the lid completely off and ran a hand through the coins, feeing them through his fingers.
He picked one up and examined the golden piece. It was gold alright, and felt light to hold. Engraved upon the coin, front and back, was a skull, a skull which reminded him of a pirates' flag. He frowned slightly as he scrutinized the coin further.
Behind him, the man heard a small noise of rustling and quickly spun around. This wasn't a cove for a pirate, was it? But when he turned around there was naught there but the treasure laying about the cave . . . The sailor frowned as he vaguely put the coin in his pocket, unaware at that time doing so.
'The worst of the storm should be over by now,' thought the man as he made his way back through the cave to get back to his rowboat. 'I'll sail to the next town I can find and load up on supplies there.'
He found the rowboat and started to head back for his ship. He followed the canal out into the open, seeing now that the storm was indeed over, yet clouds still hung threateningly in the sky. He rowed out to where his ship was docked . . . only, his ship was not there.
The man started to panic . . . His ship, his beloved ship was gone! He had no choice now; he had to row to the next town he could find, even if it was without his ship.
In the city of Don Barnez, two port men stood watching for any ship that would want to dock. They chattered and shared hearty laughs, as a small rowboat passed into the harbor. They stared interestingly at it . . . what was a rowboat all on its lonesome doing drifting in from the ocean?
The men stared harder and were utterly surprised to see that there was a man in the rowboat, obviously unconscious. They rushed to wade into the water and they dragged the boat onto shore near the docks. Supporting the man between them, they dragged him to where he could be awakened to tell them who he was and how he found himself in his strange predicament.
A/N: I bet you all can guess where that cave was, right? Hmm? Huh? Can ya? Uh, maybe. I dunno. Anyways, this is only a beginning chapter, so I'm gonna get to Jack and whatnot in the next chapter, so don't worry, mate. Ah, Captain Jack Sparrow is my favorite character in PotC!!! He just . . . rocks. He's awesome. So, I hope, even though this IS only the beginning chapter, you readers could leave Reviews, if you'd be so kind. Savvy?
A/N: Woah, hello there! You know, at the moment I am writing THREE fanfics at once? And now here's another one!!!! But I just COULDN'T RESIST, because I just got this sudden inspiration . . . you know the feeling? No? All well, too bad. But the timing couldn't have been worse! Tomorrow for me is the first day of school, and I am most likely going to be busy . . . = ( But fear not! I WILL find time for my beloved fanfics! They . . . ARE beloved, right? Guys? Ok, nevermind. This takes place two years after the movie ends, just to tell ye. And, I own not the characters nor places, or any other stuff from Pirates of the Caribbean. Get it? Got it? Good. ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 1:
The black storm clouds overhead threatened the vessel swaying with the waves of the ocean as thunder could be heard in the distance. The sails were blowing and loose ropes swung with the movements of the ship.
A man at the helm could be seen, looking despairingly at the change of weather and cursing his horrible luck. His ship was quite small, compared to others, and this was the reason he manned it alone. No other sailor he would permit to share his ship with him; it was HIS ship, and his alone. He was a fine sailor at that, and had his way with steering his own vessel when venturing out at sea.
A strong wind picked up, causing the sails to blow even more wildly above him. He chose not to put the sails down, as he always did when a storm was brewing. He was a strange sailor too, to put it at that, and chose to do the opposite o' what other captains fared. His decisions alone helped him even in ways he didn't know himself, but he chose to leave it at a thought, as no one really would understand, let alone himself.
More thunder rolled across the sky as a threat to the upcoming storm, about to descend upon the sailor as he cursed himself yet again on bad timing. No isles or cities or towns of the sort nearby, so he would have to wait this one out. If his ship could manage, which it always did. But one could never tell with the unexpected.
Rain started to fall upon the deck of the man's ship, lightly at first, but then harder as it progressed to match the strength the wind put up. Waves started to crash into the boat, knocking it slightly to and fro.
The now pounding rain lashed upon the wooden vessel, as the sailor tilted his hat so that the rain wouldn't wet his face, but to no avail. It grew steadily darker by the second, and soon the sailor had no sense of direction whatsoever as he tried to keep his ship under control.
The boat lurched in every which way, but the man still clung on to the wheel. Wind sliced through his jacket and the cold bit at his skin, his face stinging with the cold and rain.
'When will this accursed storm end?' thought the man venomously as the waves continued to crash upon the sides of the wooden vessel, still keeping his position at the helm steady.
As his thought passed through his mind, the wind seemed to die down and the rain became less harsh. The sailor squinted in front of him, hoping to see land anywhere near. To his glorious luck, there was an island straight ahead, and he made a course to make burg at the isle and perhaps find some shelter until the storm passed.
The sailor had tied up his ship as best he could in the continuous rain. He had found what appeared to be a great cave where he had stopped at the island, and so he got into a small rowboat off the side of his ship and made his way into the cave, looming dark and forbidding.
Once inside, he found a small canal leading into the heart of the cave, but there was hardly any light to see by, and so the man did not notice the small piles of gold trinkets laying on the rocks around him.
He found a shore area and pulled up his rowboat onto the rocky platform. There was a small hole where a greater room led beyond, and once he passed through to the great cave, he gasped audibly.
Gold was everywhere; treasure and jewels and gold and silver . . . Piled high in great mounds or sitting upon rocks or strewn across the floor, chests with valuables of a man's dire wish . . . All there for the taking.
Any man who would stumble across this grand a treasure would immediately thought one thing: it was his. But this man, and a very peculiar one at that, did not find himself thinking such a thing. In fact, the thought barely entered his mind. He did not sail the seas in search for treasure; he did so because of his love of the sea, his passion for sailing. Unless it was in a storm, of course. No, this man had no intention of taking this treasure.
He walked forward, taking in the sight around him. How grand and kingly this treasure looked! And how could it just be lying here, just waiting for the day when someone would raid the caves and be rich? The man thought this odd, but paid no more attention to the matter.
As he stepped into the middle of the cave, he spotted something up ahead. A huge golden chest, that seemed to shine ever so slightly, stood upon a vast mound of random and assorted treasures and trinkets. It stood alone, the lid firmly closed atop it, and gave off a slight ominous feel.
The man climbed the mound of trinkets and valuables to examine the chest. He took a good look at it until deciding to open the lid just a bit. He slid some off the chest and gaped as many gold coins came into view. He slid the lid completely off and ran a hand through the coins, feeing them through his fingers.
He picked one up and examined the golden piece. It was gold alright, and felt light to hold. Engraved upon the coin, front and back, was a skull, a skull which reminded him of a pirates' flag. He frowned slightly as he scrutinized the coin further.
Behind him, the man heard a small noise of rustling and quickly spun around. This wasn't a cove for a pirate, was it? But when he turned around there was naught there but the treasure laying about the cave . . . The sailor frowned as he vaguely put the coin in his pocket, unaware at that time doing so.
'The worst of the storm should be over by now,' thought the man as he made his way back through the cave to get back to his rowboat. 'I'll sail to the next town I can find and load up on supplies there.'
He found the rowboat and started to head back for his ship. He followed the canal out into the open, seeing now that the storm was indeed over, yet clouds still hung threateningly in the sky. He rowed out to where his ship was docked . . . only, his ship was not there.
The man started to panic . . . His ship, his beloved ship was gone! He had no choice now; he had to row to the next town he could find, even if it was without his ship.
In the city of Don Barnez, two port men stood watching for any ship that would want to dock. They chattered and shared hearty laughs, as a small rowboat passed into the harbor. They stared interestingly at it . . . what was a rowboat all on its lonesome doing drifting in from the ocean?
The men stared harder and were utterly surprised to see that there was a man in the rowboat, obviously unconscious. They rushed to wade into the water and they dragged the boat onto shore near the docks. Supporting the man between them, they dragged him to where he could be awakened to tell them who he was and how he found himself in his strange predicament.
A/N: I bet you all can guess where that cave was, right? Hmm? Huh? Can ya? Uh, maybe. I dunno. Anyways, this is only a beginning chapter, so I'm gonna get to Jack and whatnot in the next chapter, so don't worry, mate. Ah, Captain Jack Sparrow is my favorite character in PotC!!! He just . . . rocks. He's awesome. So, I hope, even though this IS only the beginning chapter, you readers could leave Reviews, if you'd be so kind. Savvy?