A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a bit, but I am a little preoccupied with
high school and whatnot . . . Also, I just finished my first fanfic, 'A New
World.' So now I gotta work on this! But seriously, go and look at some of
my other fanfics if ye wants to. But anyways, I do not own the freakin'
Pirates of the Caribbean . . . YOU HAPPY, DISNEY?!?!! YOU RUINED MY
LIFE!!!! AHHH!!!!!!! *looks around nervously while clearing throat* Yes . .
. Heheh . . . Anyways . . . Go ahead and read the latest chapter! AND DON'T
EVEN THINK THE WORD PARLAY! . . . Sorry, had to do it . . .
Chapter 5:
The sky was set a fiery crimson and gold as the sun set on their third day out at sea. Now in the distance the crew of the Black Pearl could see the land ahead, which no doubt was the city of Don Barnez.
Jack could be seen at the helm of the ship, a grin sliding onto his face, happy that he had made good time, and hopefully they'd be arriving before Barbossa did.
Will and Elizabeth had been told everything that Ian had told Jack on their visit to Tortuga, and they were ready to be facing another adventure on the horizon. Will now ran up the steps on the deck, joining Jack at the wheel.
"Is that it?" Will asked him, looking in the direction the captain was looking.
"Aye, that be the city of Don Barnez. A bit like your Port Royal, in a sense . . . Not another Tortuga type o' place, I'm afraid to say," replied Jack with a slight look of disappointment. "But here is where we shall be making port, nonetheless. We will need to be finding a sailor by the name of Red Warren . . . Or, old Red, as some call him."
"Why, is he old?"
"Naw, people just call 'im that because it has a certain ring to it," Jack stated matter-of-factly. Will looked a bit confused, but Jack called over Anna-Maria to take the wheel as he sauntered down to the lower deck, as Will followed.
"So this Red Warren . . . He took a piece from the treasure, right?"
"Aye?"
"So then . . . He IS cursed, isn't he?"
"Mr. Turner, is this leading anywhere?"
"Well, I was just wondering, since he has the curse . . . Aren't people getting suspicious?"
"You know, I thought we had covered all of this a few days ago? You always were a bit daft . . ." Jack responded absentmindedly, tugging on a few loose ropes and securing the ship to be put into dock by nightfall. Will just rolled his eyes and looked to the horizon. As he was looking out, Elizabeth walked on deck from downstairs where their cabins were situated.
"Will! Are we close yet?" she asked him. He responded by pointing to the ever approaching land in front of them.
"Oh, good . . ." she replied.
* * *
"Governor, how are you this fine day?"
"Splendid, thank you, Commodore. Have you been to see my daughter and young Mr. Turner?"
"No sir, I have not."
"Huh . . . Well this is odd . . ."
Commodore Norrington of Port Royal looked at Governor Swann with some confusion.
"What's odd, sir?"
"Well, you see, there's been no word of my daughter nor my son-in-law for two days now . . ."
"And how did you come across that, sir?"
"Well, young Will owns the blacksmith's shop, and there's been a few complaints of the blacksmith not being in to see to work."
The Commodore frowned. This was indeed odd. But then an idea came to him.
"Sir, you don't suppose that they thought the rumors true, do you?"
The Governor opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again and looked as if thinking over what he said.
"You don't suppose-?"
"We wouldn't want to jump to conclusions, but for now I'll have my men search the port, but if not here . . .?"
"Then I wish you and your men to sail out at once to find them!" the Governor said with a look of concern.
* * *
"Here she is gentlemen- AND ladies, and ladies!" said Jack with a threatening look from Anna-Maria and Elizabeth. "The city of Don Barnez. Not a very lively city, like Tortuga, which is more to my taste . . . But in any case, there she be, and we set to find the sailor by the name o' Red Warren. Throw the ropes to the side, make way for port!"
The crew busied themselves in bringing the ship in while Jack stood at the railing of his ship with Will and Elizabeth.
"So Jack, where do you plan to find him? I mean, this port looks fairly small, but do you even know where he was residing?" Elizabeth asked him.
"My friend o' mine named Ian, who told me all this valuable information, mind, said that he was taken into a tavern when he was washed onto shore. I believe he told me the name o' the place was The Gliding Dove. Egh, horrible name for a pub if I do say so meself . . . Too innocent- sounding. . . But in any case, that's where we're going to be looking first."
The crew had made it into the port, and Jack, Will, Elizabeth, and Gibbs were strolling down the night-strewn streets of Don Barnez, keeping an eye open for a sign of The Gliding Dove. It wasn't too long before they stood in front of the doors leading into the tavern.
Once they entered, they saw that Jack was right: It was NOTHING like Tortuga. The men in here were clean-looking, and there was a huge drop in the volume level. There was no raucous fighting or partying or anything . . . Very dull for Jack, who gazed around the room in a slightly offended bored manner.
He waltzed up to the barkeeper, no doubt the owner of the tavern. As he walked past the tables, the very few men inside the pub looked at Jack and the others with a strange look. Many of them actually got up and left, and the barkeeper looked at them with an ill-favored look.
"'Scuse me, old man," began Jack, placing an arm on the wooden surface of the bar. "But ye wouldn't be knowin' where Ol' Red Warren is, do ye?"
The barkeeper looked at Jack curiously before asking, "And what business is it of yours to be demanding to see him?"
"Because I have urgent business with him, and if I'm not taken to him now, then there shall be some hell to pay, savvy?"
The barkeeper now looked a bit frightened, and so he showed them up to a room along a hallway at the top of a flight of stairs and left them as soon as possible.
"Jack, I don't think it wise for you to be threatening him . . ." Will began, but Jack paid him no heed.
"Now, he might be in some sort of . . . Well . . . I don't really know, but most likely in a bad mood and a bit scared, so don't be frightenin' him, savvy?"
The group looked at him incredulously. Sure, HE could threaten the barman . . .
Jack slowly turned the handle and opened the door. He stepped inside as the rest followed, keeping a wary eye.
But Red Warren wasn't there. In fact, not a soul was in the room. But it had looked as if there had been a struggle of some kind: sheets were tangled all over the floor, a table was upturned, a lamp had smashed, and pieces of paper were on the floor, blowing across the room from a breeze coming through the open window.
"We're too bloody late! It looks as if Barbossa got here before us," Jack said angrily, but at that moment there were shouts from downstairs and many footsteps could be heard thundering up the stairs.
A/N: What could it be, what could it be?!?!?! Uh, yeah. Sorry. There be a cliff! Hahaha! I am evil!!! But anyways, if ye'd be so kind, please Review. . . . . REVIEW, GOD DAMNIT! *throws the blunted axe at whatica and misses her head only by a centimeter*
Whatica: HEY!!!
Shut up, why don't'cha?!?!? Buy anyways, I'll get the next chapter posted as soon as possible, so stay tuned!
Whatica: YOU ALMOST HIT ME IN THE FACE!!!
Dude, it's a freakin' blunted axe, for crying out loud!!!
Whatica: Oh yeah . . .
*sighs and takes out sword*
Chapter 5:
The sky was set a fiery crimson and gold as the sun set on their third day out at sea. Now in the distance the crew of the Black Pearl could see the land ahead, which no doubt was the city of Don Barnez.
Jack could be seen at the helm of the ship, a grin sliding onto his face, happy that he had made good time, and hopefully they'd be arriving before Barbossa did.
Will and Elizabeth had been told everything that Ian had told Jack on their visit to Tortuga, and they were ready to be facing another adventure on the horizon. Will now ran up the steps on the deck, joining Jack at the wheel.
"Is that it?" Will asked him, looking in the direction the captain was looking.
"Aye, that be the city of Don Barnez. A bit like your Port Royal, in a sense . . . Not another Tortuga type o' place, I'm afraid to say," replied Jack with a slight look of disappointment. "But here is where we shall be making port, nonetheless. We will need to be finding a sailor by the name of Red Warren . . . Or, old Red, as some call him."
"Why, is he old?"
"Naw, people just call 'im that because it has a certain ring to it," Jack stated matter-of-factly. Will looked a bit confused, but Jack called over Anna-Maria to take the wheel as he sauntered down to the lower deck, as Will followed.
"So this Red Warren . . . He took a piece from the treasure, right?"
"Aye?"
"So then . . . He IS cursed, isn't he?"
"Mr. Turner, is this leading anywhere?"
"Well, I was just wondering, since he has the curse . . . Aren't people getting suspicious?"
"You know, I thought we had covered all of this a few days ago? You always were a bit daft . . ." Jack responded absentmindedly, tugging on a few loose ropes and securing the ship to be put into dock by nightfall. Will just rolled his eyes and looked to the horizon. As he was looking out, Elizabeth walked on deck from downstairs where their cabins were situated.
"Will! Are we close yet?" she asked him. He responded by pointing to the ever approaching land in front of them.
"Oh, good . . ." she replied.
* * *
"Governor, how are you this fine day?"
"Splendid, thank you, Commodore. Have you been to see my daughter and young Mr. Turner?"
"No sir, I have not."
"Huh . . . Well this is odd . . ."
Commodore Norrington of Port Royal looked at Governor Swann with some confusion.
"What's odd, sir?"
"Well, you see, there's been no word of my daughter nor my son-in-law for two days now . . ."
"And how did you come across that, sir?"
"Well, young Will owns the blacksmith's shop, and there's been a few complaints of the blacksmith not being in to see to work."
The Commodore frowned. This was indeed odd. But then an idea came to him.
"Sir, you don't suppose that they thought the rumors true, do you?"
The Governor opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again and looked as if thinking over what he said.
"You don't suppose-?"
"We wouldn't want to jump to conclusions, but for now I'll have my men search the port, but if not here . . .?"
"Then I wish you and your men to sail out at once to find them!" the Governor said with a look of concern.
* * *
"Here she is gentlemen- AND ladies, and ladies!" said Jack with a threatening look from Anna-Maria and Elizabeth. "The city of Don Barnez. Not a very lively city, like Tortuga, which is more to my taste . . . But in any case, there she be, and we set to find the sailor by the name o' Red Warren. Throw the ropes to the side, make way for port!"
The crew busied themselves in bringing the ship in while Jack stood at the railing of his ship with Will and Elizabeth.
"So Jack, where do you plan to find him? I mean, this port looks fairly small, but do you even know where he was residing?" Elizabeth asked him.
"My friend o' mine named Ian, who told me all this valuable information, mind, said that he was taken into a tavern when he was washed onto shore. I believe he told me the name o' the place was The Gliding Dove. Egh, horrible name for a pub if I do say so meself . . . Too innocent- sounding. . . But in any case, that's where we're going to be looking first."
The crew had made it into the port, and Jack, Will, Elizabeth, and Gibbs were strolling down the night-strewn streets of Don Barnez, keeping an eye open for a sign of The Gliding Dove. It wasn't too long before they stood in front of the doors leading into the tavern.
Once they entered, they saw that Jack was right: It was NOTHING like Tortuga. The men in here were clean-looking, and there was a huge drop in the volume level. There was no raucous fighting or partying or anything . . . Very dull for Jack, who gazed around the room in a slightly offended bored manner.
He waltzed up to the barkeeper, no doubt the owner of the tavern. As he walked past the tables, the very few men inside the pub looked at Jack and the others with a strange look. Many of them actually got up and left, and the barkeeper looked at them with an ill-favored look.
"'Scuse me, old man," began Jack, placing an arm on the wooden surface of the bar. "But ye wouldn't be knowin' where Ol' Red Warren is, do ye?"
The barkeeper looked at Jack curiously before asking, "And what business is it of yours to be demanding to see him?"
"Because I have urgent business with him, and if I'm not taken to him now, then there shall be some hell to pay, savvy?"
The barkeeper now looked a bit frightened, and so he showed them up to a room along a hallway at the top of a flight of stairs and left them as soon as possible.
"Jack, I don't think it wise for you to be threatening him . . ." Will began, but Jack paid him no heed.
"Now, he might be in some sort of . . . Well . . . I don't really know, but most likely in a bad mood and a bit scared, so don't be frightenin' him, savvy?"
The group looked at him incredulously. Sure, HE could threaten the barman . . .
Jack slowly turned the handle and opened the door. He stepped inside as the rest followed, keeping a wary eye.
But Red Warren wasn't there. In fact, not a soul was in the room. But it had looked as if there had been a struggle of some kind: sheets were tangled all over the floor, a table was upturned, a lamp had smashed, and pieces of paper were on the floor, blowing across the room from a breeze coming through the open window.
"We're too bloody late! It looks as if Barbossa got here before us," Jack said angrily, but at that moment there were shouts from downstairs and many footsteps could be heard thundering up the stairs.
A/N: What could it be, what could it be?!?!?! Uh, yeah. Sorry. There be a cliff! Hahaha! I am evil!!! But anyways, if ye'd be so kind, please Review. . . . . REVIEW, GOD DAMNIT! *throws the blunted axe at whatica and misses her head only by a centimeter*
Whatica: HEY!!!
Shut up, why don't'cha?!?!? Buy anyways, I'll get the next chapter posted as soon as possible, so stay tuned!
Whatica: YOU ALMOST HIT ME IN THE FACE!!!
Dude, it's a freakin' blunted axe, for crying out loud!!!
Whatica: Oh yeah . . .
*sighs and takes out sword*