Pirates of the Caribbean: A Curse Renewed
A/N: Hello there and how do you do? Ok, sorry, won't get formal. Err . . . whatever. So finally I can get the characters that we all love SO much into the story! Huzzah! But Will and Elizabeth come later, sorry. Jack is in this chapter, though. YEAH, JACK!!! Sorry. But I just LOVE HIM!!! Err, not in and Orlando Bloom fangirl way, but in a 'he's my favorite character hands down and he is incredibly awesome so there.' *sticks out tongue* Ok, read the chapter! I will not waste your time anymore . . .
Chapter 2:
In a deserted alleyway, hidden almost completely in shadows, a nervous-looking man was walking with his shoulders hunched, looking left and right for any 'visitors' that could suddenly appear.
The alleyway stopped, leading into the streets of the city. Loud, boisterous noises could plainly be heard: laughing, singing, yelling, and who knew what else. People, drunken people mostly, ran through the streets, calling back mates or yelling cowardice to fearful opponents, or just simply intoxicated men chasing after undefended women.
The nervous-looking man now stepped out of the shadows and made his way through the raucous crowd to reach his destination: a tavern called The Faithful Bride.
He swung the door open and ducked suddenly as a chair flew past his head, colliding with the wall and breaking into wooden pieces and splinters. Men were noisily fighting and drinking, one minute sharing a joke with his fellows, the next sending a punch into their faces. Lovely.
He looked around the room and spotted a man sitting in the corner. He wore clothes that might have well seen better days, ripped slightly and a tad dirty. He wore a jacket on top of his white shirt, and a bandolier was strapped across his chest. At his belt hung an assortment of objects, such as a sword, a pistol, and a small black object which might have been a compass. His dark hair was braided and matted with dreadlocks, and beads and trinkets hung from them. His beard was in a similar fashion, with two small braids with beads dangling from his chin. He was leaning back in his chair with his boots on the table, a pint of rum in his hand. His three- cornered hat was tilted so that it covered the rest of the man's face.
The nervous man, finding who he was looking for, walked to the table cautiously. He was soon standing at the table, directly across from the rum- consuming scallywag.
The other man lifted up his hat with his hand and stared at the newcomer with intense brown, kohl-lined eyes. He flashed a metallic grin.
"So Ian, you got me message," said the Captain.
"Aye, that I did," replied the nervous-looking man now known as Ian, drawing up a chair and sitting down opposite of Jack.
"So you probably already know about me business here," continued Jack with his slightly gruff voice.
"Aye," repeated Ian as he nodded his head. "You'd be wantin' ter know 'bout the rumors, I reckon?"
"You reckon well," replied Jack as he flashed a roguish smile.
Ian nodded his head again, slowly. "Well, ye heard most o' the rumors by now I'd imagine . . ."
"Aye, I have," Jack responded with a more serious tone.
"Well, what ye'd be hearin' is true, m' 'fraied. What they be saying about Barbossa bein' back alive and all . . . 's true."
Jack nodded thoughtfully as he stared into his rum tankard. "So . . . how did come that Barbossa really IS back? How could that happen, I mean, I shot the bloody fool through the chest!"
"Ah, well, now . . . That be the part ye have NOT heard 'bout . . ."
Jack leaned in curiously.
"Well, I reckon I'll start at the beginning, then. You heard of that nutter of a sailor, Red Warren?"
Jack nodded. "Aye, heard tale he's one of the strangest lot to sail on a ship."
Ian smiled. "Aye, but no sailor be as crazy as ye, Jack."
The Captain grinned, showing his golden teeth. "I'll take that as a complement."
"So anyways, as I be sayin' . . . Ye been to the city of Don Bardez, I imagine, what with ye sailin' off with ye ship? It be said that naught a fortnight ago the dock men found ol' Red, unconscious and all in a rowboat, driftin' in with the tide into Don Bardez."
Jacks lifted an eyebrow. "I thought old Red never went anywheres without his ship? Manned it alone, didn't 'e?"
"Aye, it's true . . . so that be what makes this situation funny, see? Not humor type, mind."
"I know what you mean, Ian. Carry on."
"Aye . . . so anyways, once they'd taken 'im inside and all, and once he awakened, he kept mumblin' on 'bout his ship bein' stolen and havin' to come back all that way with just his rowboat."
"All the way from where?" inquired Jack.
"Why, tis said it be the cursed Isle de Muerta. You would know ye- self 'bout that place, eh?"
"Aye, you heard o' me latest tale, then," Jack said with a slight smile.
"It be true I did, and so ye'd not be surprised by this. When ol' Red was taken into the city, they found a coin all tucked nice and safe within his pockets. And what's more, it has that skull ye pirates fancy so much carved upon its surface and all."
Jack frowned and looked a bit harder at the man sitting across from him. If he could place a guess, which he did, he would guess above anything that that coin was none other than one of the 882 identical pieces of the cursed treasure of Cortez . . . and he knew that anyone that removed even a single piece from that chest from the caves of Isle de Muerta would be punished . . . in other words, they would be cursed. When they moved into the moonlight, they would transform into living skeletons, to be deprived of the things that a normal man could do: to taste food, to feel the spray of the ocean upon your face, all the pleasure a man needed . . . would be gone. They would be neither living nor dead.
"The treasure of Cortez . . ." Jack said slowly. Ian nodded.
"Aye, that be the one. O' course, the folk 'round Don Barnez don't know. Don't believe in that curse whohaa, they say. But I knows better than to snap my fingers under such a thing. This be real, Jack."
"But . . . If you take a coin from the chest, your supposed to be cursed . . ."
"Aye, and cursed he is."
Jack gave him a questioning look.
"Oh, but the folk in ol' Barnez know naught a thing. Keeps to himself, never ventures outta the room they be givin' him to stay in at a tavern that was hospitable 'nough to take him in. Say he's still trying to get o're the loss of his ship, but we knows better."
"Uh huh . . ." Jack murmured, thinking about this situation intently. "So . . . how does it come to be that Barbossa is back?"
"Ah, well ye see, ol' Red stole a piece from the chest, didn' he?"
Jack nodded, eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, if another shall soul removes a piece while another who was already cursed died, you know, ALL the way, then the one who took the treasure shall reawaken those who were cursed before. So that means . . ."
"Barbossa," Jack finished softly. "But what about his old crew? I heard he's gotten his hands on another tumble of idiots who call themselves sailors."
"It be true. But, ye see, his original crew were hanged, weren' they?"
"Ah, yes. But you said that if they DID die, than they would come back?"
"Yes, but ye see, Barbossa was the one 'bove his crew to 'ave held the curse the longest. Plus, he was the first to die when the curse was lifted. I'm sure his original crew will eventually come back, but not anytime soon, I reckon."
Jack nodded. Well, this was a bit of news for him. Of course, he HAD heard the rumors of Barbossa being back with a new crew, but he didn't know whether to believe them or not. After all, if you were to have shot someone and had witnessed them dying, you would assume that they would STAY DEAD . . . But it seemed that Barbossa had other plans.
"So . . . is that all the news ye be needin', Jack?" Ian asked the pirate.
"Aye, that be all. Thank ye, Ian. By the way . . . where d'you hear of these things, anyways?"
"Well . . . let's just say I 'ave . . . err . . . me ways."
Jack grinned and he got up from the table, swaying slightly, inclined his head to the man, and walked out of the tavern.
A/N: Explanations, explanations . . . do not worry, me hearties! The adventure is abound, and will be upon us soon! So get ready to board . . . Erm, sorry, thinking of something else . . . So anyways, I don't know whether my explanation of the curse being renewed was good enough or not. Probably lousy . . . but if you DID like it, then why don't you go ahead and tell me in a Review? I would really like to get lots of Reviews on this story, (but I'm not expecting any NOW on account of I have only TWO CHAPTERS!), but just go ahead and Review if ye have somethin' to say. Just state yer opinion of the story so far, that be all! So for now, I am off! Arrr!!! *brandishes cutlass* Now go walk the plank! Err . . . I mean, send me Reviews!!!
A/N: Hello there and how do you do? Ok, sorry, won't get formal. Err . . . whatever. So finally I can get the characters that we all love SO much into the story! Huzzah! But Will and Elizabeth come later, sorry. Jack is in this chapter, though. YEAH, JACK!!! Sorry. But I just LOVE HIM!!! Err, not in and Orlando Bloom fangirl way, but in a 'he's my favorite character hands down and he is incredibly awesome so there.' *sticks out tongue* Ok, read the chapter! I will not waste your time anymore . . .
Chapter 2:
In a deserted alleyway, hidden almost completely in shadows, a nervous-looking man was walking with his shoulders hunched, looking left and right for any 'visitors' that could suddenly appear.
The alleyway stopped, leading into the streets of the city. Loud, boisterous noises could plainly be heard: laughing, singing, yelling, and who knew what else. People, drunken people mostly, ran through the streets, calling back mates or yelling cowardice to fearful opponents, or just simply intoxicated men chasing after undefended women.
The nervous-looking man now stepped out of the shadows and made his way through the raucous crowd to reach his destination: a tavern called The Faithful Bride.
He swung the door open and ducked suddenly as a chair flew past his head, colliding with the wall and breaking into wooden pieces and splinters. Men were noisily fighting and drinking, one minute sharing a joke with his fellows, the next sending a punch into their faces. Lovely.
He looked around the room and spotted a man sitting in the corner. He wore clothes that might have well seen better days, ripped slightly and a tad dirty. He wore a jacket on top of his white shirt, and a bandolier was strapped across his chest. At his belt hung an assortment of objects, such as a sword, a pistol, and a small black object which might have been a compass. His dark hair was braided and matted with dreadlocks, and beads and trinkets hung from them. His beard was in a similar fashion, with two small braids with beads dangling from his chin. He was leaning back in his chair with his boots on the table, a pint of rum in his hand. His three- cornered hat was tilted so that it covered the rest of the man's face.
The nervous man, finding who he was looking for, walked to the table cautiously. He was soon standing at the table, directly across from the rum- consuming scallywag.
The other man lifted up his hat with his hand and stared at the newcomer with intense brown, kohl-lined eyes. He flashed a metallic grin.
"So Ian, you got me message," said the Captain.
"Aye, that I did," replied the nervous-looking man now known as Ian, drawing up a chair and sitting down opposite of Jack.
"So you probably already know about me business here," continued Jack with his slightly gruff voice.
"Aye," repeated Ian as he nodded his head. "You'd be wantin' ter know 'bout the rumors, I reckon?"
"You reckon well," replied Jack as he flashed a roguish smile.
Ian nodded his head again, slowly. "Well, ye heard most o' the rumors by now I'd imagine . . ."
"Aye, I have," Jack responded with a more serious tone.
"Well, what ye'd be hearin' is true, m' 'fraied. What they be saying about Barbossa bein' back alive and all . . . 's true."
Jack nodded thoughtfully as he stared into his rum tankard. "So . . . how did come that Barbossa really IS back? How could that happen, I mean, I shot the bloody fool through the chest!"
"Ah, well, now . . . That be the part ye have NOT heard 'bout . . ."
Jack leaned in curiously.
"Well, I reckon I'll start at the beginning, then. You heard of that nutter of a sailor, Red Warren?"
Jack nodded. "Aye, heard tale he's one of the strangest lot to sail on a ship."
Ian smiled. "Aye, but no sailor be as crazy as ye, Jack."
The Captain grinned, showing his golden teeth. "I'll take that as a complement."
"So anyways, as I be sayin' . . . Ye been to the city of Don Bardez, I imagine, what with ye sailin' off with ye ship? It be said that naught a fortnight ago the dock men found ol' Red, unconscious and all in a rowboat, driftin' in with the tide into Don Bardez."
Jacks lifted an eyebrow. "I thought old Red never went anywheres without his ship? Manned it alone, didn't 'e?"
"Aye, it's true . . . so that be what makes this situation funny, see? Not humor type, mind."
"I know what you mean, Ian. Carry on."
"Aye . . . so anyways, once they'd taken 'im inside and all, and once he awakened, he kept mumblin' on 'bout his ship bein' stolen and havin' to come back all that way with just his rowboat."
"All the way from where?" inquired Jack.
"Why, tis said it be the cursed Isle de Muerta. You would know ye- self 'bout that place, eh?"
"Aye, you heard o' me latest tale, then," Jack said with a slight smile.
"It be true I did, and so ye'd not be surprised by this. When ol' Red was taken into the city, they found a coin all tucked nice and safe within his pockets. And what's more, it has that skull ye pirates fancy so much carved upon its surface and all."
Jack frowned and looked a bit harder at the man sitting across from him. If he could place a guess, which he did, he would guess above anything that that coin was none other than one of the 882 identical pieces of the cursed treasure of Cortez . . . and he knew that anyone that removed even a single piece from that chest from the caves of Isle de Muerta would be punished . . . in other words, they would be cursed. When they moved into the moonlight, they would transform into living skeletons, to be deprived of the things that a normal man could do: to taste food, to feel the spray of the ocean upon your face, all the pleasure a man needed . . . would be gone. They would be neither living nor dead.
"The treasure of Cortez . . ." Jack said slowly. Ian nodded.
"Aye, that be the one. O' course, the folk 'round Don Barnez don't know. Don't believe in that curse whohaa, they say. But I knows better than to snap my fingers under such a thing. This be real, Jack."
"But . . . If you take a coin from the chest, your supposed to be cursed . . ."
"Aye, and cursed he is."
Jack gave him a questioning look.
"Oh, but the folk in ol' Barnez know naught a thing. Keeps to himself, never ventures outta the room they be givin' him to stay in at a tavern that was hospitable 'nough to take him in. Say he's still trying to get o're the loss of his ship, but we knows better."
"Uh huh . . ." Jack murmured, thinking about this situation intently. "So . . . how does it come to be that Barbossa is back?"
"Ah, well ye see, ol' Red stole a piece from the chest, didn' he?"
Jack nodded, eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, if another shall soul removes a piece while another who was already cursed died, you know, ALL the way, then the one who took the treasure shall reawaken those who were cursed before. So that means . . ."
"Barbossa," Jack finished softly. "But what about his old crew? I heard he's gotten his hands on another tumble of idiots who call themselves sailors."
"It be true. But, ye see, his original crew were hanged, weren' they?"
"Ah, yes. But you said that if they DID die, than they would come back?"
"Yes, but ye see, Barbossa was the one 'bove his crew to 'ave held the curse the longest. Plus, he was the first to die when the curse was lifted. I'm sure his original crew will eventually come back, but not anytime soon, I reckon."
Jack nodded. Well, this was a bit of news for him. Of course, he HAD heard the rumors of Barbossa being back with a new crew, but he didn't know whether to believe them or not. After all, if you were to have shot someone and had witnessed them dying, you would assume that they would STAY DEAD . . . But it seemed that Barbossa had other plans.
"So . . . is that all the news ye be needin', Jack?" Ian asked the pirate.
"Aye, that be all. Thank ye, Ian. By the way . . . where d'you hear of these things, anyways?"
"Well . . . let's just say I 'ave . . . err . . . me ways."
Jack grinned and he got up from the table, swaying slightly, inclined his head to the man, and walked out of the tavern.
A/N: Explanations, explanations . . . do not worry, me hearties! The adventure is abound, and will be upon us soon! So get ready to board . . . Erm, sorry, thinking of something else . . . So anyways, I don't know whether my explanation of the curse being renewed was good enough or not. Probably lousy . . . but if you DID like it, then why don't you go ahead and tell me in a Review? I would really like to get lots of Reviews on this story, (but I'm not expecting any NOW on account of I have only TWO CHAPTERS!), but just go ahead and Review if ye have somethin' to say. Just state yer opinion of the story so far, that be all! So for now, I am off! Arrr!!! *brandishes cutlass* Now go walk the plank! Err . . . I mean, send me Reviews!!!