A/N: Yay yay yay here the third chapter be. What's funny about this is that
I wrote the first half of it in math class . . . LOL. Nothing better to do,
so . . . Anyways, I don't know nothin' . . . I mean, I don't own anything .
. . yeah . . . that's what I meant . . . So just read the chapter, mates!
Chapter 3:
Captain Jack Sparrow, legendary rogue pirate and captain of the Black Pearl, walked leisurely down the streets of Tortuga. He walked as if in a drunken manner, hips swaying slightly and hands portrayed in front of him; it was a comical sight.
He was unfazed by the shouts and drunken people jeering as he passed. He knew these streets well, and the sight of disorder and rambunctious-ness was welcoming to him. He breathed in deep the smell of tobacco and alcohol and smiled, heading towards the docks.
The noise dimmed slightly as he approached the docks, shadowy now in the dark night, away from the bright lights of the city.
Jack strolled up to a large ship, grand and majestic, rocking ever so slightly up and down from the incoming tide. He grinned as he boarded his ship: the Black Pearl, his one and only love.
Once on board, he was greeted by two of his crewmembers: Gibbs and Anna-Maria.
"Everythin' alright while I was gone?" Jack asked them unnecessarily.
"Aye captain, we had no trouble," replied Gibbs.
"Well, that's always good to hear," said Jack, stalling a bit for time. Anna-Maria sighed exasperatedly.
"So . . . are the rumors true or not? Is Barbossa really . . . really back?" she asked him.
Jack looked at her for a few seconds, and then slowly nodded.
"Aye, they be true."
"Mary Mother o' God . . ." Gibbs murmured. Anna-Maria looked anxious.
"But I had thought, captain . . . that you'd be killin' ol' Barbossa years ago?"
"Two years ago precisely, Mr. Gibbs," corrected Jack. "And yes, I thought I had, but I guess Barbossa didn't wish ter be sent down to Davey Jones' Locker."
"But then what are we to do, captain?" asked Anna-Maria uncertainly.
"Hmm . . . I was thinkin' a few plans over in me head, so let me consolidate over them with Mr. Gibbs here until we make a decision. Savvy?"
"Aye, captain," both the pirates responded. Anna-Maria went to check on the ropes securing the boat to the docks, as Gibbs followed the captain into Jack's cabin. Once inside with the door properly shut, Gibbs turned to Jack.
"So, what be these plans you say ye got brewing in yer head of yours?" Gibbs asked him.
"Only a few, but possibly enough to chose a right course," Jack replied, sitting in his favorite chair.
"We will be settin' sail to Port Royal, then? Fer Will and Miss Elizabeth?"
"That's one of the plans, yes . . ." said Jack thoughtfully. "Because if Barbossa is on the loose again, then that would mean that they could be put into danger. On the other hand, Barbossa would probably not put a thought to it and skip them completely . . . but I don't want to be makin' a bet on that. But for the main course, however, I plan to sail to Don Barnez in search of a sailor named Red Warren . . . Interesting one, he is . . . But in any case, that's what I plan to do. Barbossa could set course to Don Barnez as well, hearin' about Red and all, so we have to set the best course to get there before he does."
Gibbs nodded. He was sure that Jack, however crazy most people thought he was, would come up with a good enough plan. He stood in the cabin as Jack pondered over his thoughts. A long silence passed. Finally, Jack, seeming to make up his mind, jumped up from his chair.
"Well, I've made up me mind. I shall set a course for Port Royal first to collect our old friends, and then it's straight to Don Barnez."
"Aye captain, that sounds fair enough. Shall I tell the rest o' the crew?"
"No, I believe I shall break the news of Barbossa to them along with the new plans." Jack headed for the door and opened it, stepping out into the cool night air, Gibbs right behind him.
"Mr. Gibbs, go and tell the crew to meet me out on deck," Jack instructed Gibbs. Gibbs nodded and went off to find the crew.
A few moments later, Jack's crew was lined up in front of him, all awaiting the news. Jack stood before them, and they hushed their talk as he addressed his crew.
"Now, I suppose you're all wondering about the Barbossa issue that has come up." Nods and murmurs greeted him.
"Well then, I guess it is my business to tell you . . . Barbossa really is out and about again."
The pirates in front of him groaned and shouted their dismay.
"Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot squawked. Jack waited until they had calmed down a bit and resumed talking.
"Now, what I plan to do is to rush over to the little city of Don Barnez, where we will be picking up a passenger, if we get there in time . . . but before that we need to make a little side trip to Port Royal first."
"Port Royal!" many of the crewmembers shouted. "But, we thoughts you'd never return there, seein' as how you nearly got hanged, captain!"
"Aye, it be true, I never really thought so meself that I'd be in Port Royal again . . . at least with that bloody Commodore Norrington still around . . . But no, this is a life or death situation, men, I am afraid to say."
There were a few murmurs at this, but Jack paid no heed to it.
"So weigh anchor, hoist the sails, and get ready to depart . . . we sail to Port Royal with all speed!"
A/N: Yay, Will and Elizabeth come into the story soon. Well, almost. Probably . . . Naw, they'll be comin' into the story, me hearties! Don' 'cha worry 'bout that! But anyways, go ahead and Review if ye wants to, (and if you want to keep your life). Well, I'm off to filch and sack! So until I get the next chapter posted, be good little pirates and pillage and plunder! I mean . . . Erm . . . nevermind.
Chapter 3:
Captain Jack Sparrow, legendary rogue pirate and captain of the Black Pearl, walked leisurely down the streets of Tortuga. He walked as if in a drunken manner, hips swaying slightly and hands portrayed in front of him; it was a comical sight.
He was unfazed by the shouts and drunken people jeering as he passed. He knew these streets well, and the sight of disorder and rambunctious-ness was welcoming to him. He breathed in deep the smell of tobacco and alcohol and smiled, heading towards the docks.
The noise dimmed slightly as he approached the docks, shadowy now in the dark night, away from the bright lights of the city.
Jack strolled up to a large ship, grand and majestic, rocking ever so slightly up and down from the incoming tide. He grinned as he boarded his ship: the Black Pearl, his one and only love.
Once on board, he was greeted by two of his crewmembers: Gibbs and Anna-Maria.
"Everythin' alright while I was gone?" Jack asked them unnecessarily.
"Aye captain, we had no trouble," replied Gibbs.
"Well, that's always good to hear," said Jack, stalling a bit for time. Anna-Maria sighed exasperatedly.
"So . . . are the rumors true or not? Is Barbossa really . . . really back?" she asked him.
Jack looked at her for a few seconds, and then slowly nodded.
"Aye, they be true."
"Mary Mother o' God . . ." Gibbs murmured. Anna-Maria looked anxious.
"But I had thought, captain . . . that you'd be killin' ol' Barbossa years ago?"
"Two years ago precisely, Mr. Gibbs," corrected Jack. "And yes, I thought I had, but I guess Barbossa didn't wish ter be sent down to Davey Jones' Locker."
"But then what are we to do, captain?" asked Anna-Maria uncertainly.
"Hmm . . . I was thinkin' a few plans over in me head, so let me consolidate over them with Mr. Gibbs here until we make a decision. Savvy?"
"Aye, captain," both the pirates responded. Anna-Maria went to check on the ropes securing the boat to the docks, as Gibbs followed the captain into Jack's cabin. Once inside with the door properly shut, Gibbs turned to Jack.
"So, what be these plans you say ye got brewing in yer head of yours?" Gibbs asked him.
"Only a few, but possibly enough to chose a right course," Jack replied, sitting in his favorite chair.
"We will be settin' sail to Port Royal, then? Fer Will and Miss Elizabeth?"
"That's one of the plans, yes . . ." said Jack thoughtfully. "Because if Barbossa is on the loose again, then that would mean that they could be put into danger. On the other hand, Barbossa would probably not put a thought to it and skip them completely . . . but I don't want to be makin' a bet on that. But for the main course, however, I plan to sail to Don Barnez in search of a sailor named Red Warren . . . Interesting one, he is . . . But in any case, that's what I plan to do. Barbossa could set course to Don Barnez as well, hearin' about Red and all, so we have to set the best course to get there before he does."
Gibbs nodded. He was sure that Jack, however crazy most people thought he was, would come up with a good enough plan. He stood in the cabin as Jack pondered over his thoughts. A long silence passed. Finally, Jack, seeming to make up his mind, jumped up from his chair.
"Well, I've made up me mind. I shall set a course for Port Royal first to collect our old friends, and then it's straight to Don Barnez."
"Aye captain, that sounds fair enough. Shall I tell the rest o' the crew?"
"No, I believe I shall break the news of Barbossa to them along with the new plans." Jack headed for the door and opened it, stepping out into the cool night air, Gibbs right behind him.
"Mr. Gibbs, go and tell the crew to meet me out on deck," Jack instructed Gibbs. Gibbs nodded and went off to find the crew.
A few moments later, Jack's crew was lined up in front of him, all awaiting the news. Jack stood before them, and they hushed their talk as he addressed his crew.
"Now, I suppose you're all wondering about the Barbossa issue that has come up." Nods and murmurs greeted him.
"Well then, I guess it is my business to tell you . . . Barbossa really is out and about again."
The pirates in front of him groaned and shouted their dismay.
"Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot squawked. Jack waited until they had calmed down a bit and resumed talking.
"Now, what I plan to do is to rush over to the little city of Don Barnez, where we will be picking up a passenger, if we get there in time . . . but before that we need to make a little side trip to Port Royal first."
"Port Royal!" many of the crewmembers shouted. "But, we thoughts you'd never return there, seein' as how you nearly got hanged, captain!"
"Aye, it be true, I never really thought so meself that I'd be in Port Royal again . . . at least with that bloody Commodore Norrington still around . . . But no, this is a life or death situation, men, I am afraid to say."
There were a few murmurs at this, but Jack paid no heed to it.
"So weigh anchor, hoist the sails, and get ready to depart . . . we sail to Port Royal with all speed!"
A/N: Yay, Will and Elizabeth come into the story soon. Well, almost. Probably . . . Naw, they'll be comin' into the story, me hearties! Don' 'cha worry 'bout that! But anyways, go ahead and Review if ye wants to, (and if you want to keep your life). Well, I'm off to filch and sack! So until I get the next chapter posted, be good little pirates and pillage and plunder! I mean . . . Erm . . . nevermind.