A/N: Here lay the cursed chapter! I mean . . . The 6th chapter! Yeah . . .
Anyways . . . You know what really sucks? At the moment, while I'm typing
this, I can't go onto the internet! ARGH!!!!!!!! PLUS my E-MAIL ain't
workin'! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! *tries to regain composure* So . . . Just read
the chapter, ye sea-mangy barnacles! BE OFF AND LET ME BE!!! And I do not
own the bloody Pirates of the Caribbean. Great, just RUIN MY DAY why don't
ya?
Chapter 6:
"Oh, is the party starting now?" Jack asked innocently as the shouts became louder.
"That doesn't sound like drunken men . . ." Will began nervously.
"Aye, that it doesn't," agreed Gibbs as he looked almost frantically around the room, as if looking for a way to escape. Jack remembered the open window.
He hurried over to it and looked down. The window wasn't terribly high up; they would be able to slip out and head back to the Pearl; but then something caught his eye.
A few soldiers were running towards the tavern, shouting orders as a few doors from the houses nearby opened and the people stepped out to see what all the noise was about.
"Bloody redcoats!" Jack mumbled, and as soon as the words left his mouth, they heard the doors in the hallway outside being crashed open, and some yells from both the soldiers and the occupants in the rooms they barged through could distinctly be heard.
"Everyone through the window! Take that back alleyway there and follow it to the docks. Be sure to get to the Pearl unnoticed!" Jack told them, as Will and Elizabeth hurried forward.
Will grasped the window's ledge, and lowered himself until it was safe to drop down. Elizabeth shortly followed, Will extending his arms out to catch her. Gibbs went next, the crashing from the hallway getting louder, and as his head disappeared from sight the wooden door leading into the room banged open as Jack quickly closed the window. Soldiers poured into the room, pointing their riffles straight at Jack.
"Well, gentlemen!" said Jack cheerfully. "How are you this fine . . . night, as it were?"
"Don't you get cocky with us!" shouted a rather large soldier in the front.
"Me? Cocky? Never!" pleaded Jack as the soldiers sneered at him.
"Where are the others?" demanded the same soldier.
"Others? Why, I don't see any other person in this here room 'cept for you and your gents here."
"Don't be a smart aleck!" yelled the soldier, spraying spit into Jack's face. "I know you had mates when you came in here, ol' Dil down there says so! There was reports of pirates here the other day, looking for ol' Red Warren, and then yous come gallabanting in here demanding to see him, too. I ain't a moron."
'You sure act like one,' thought Jack bitterly. The soldier looked Jack over.
"And there be no doubt mistaking you for a pirate, but just to be sure . . ."
The soldier walked up to Jack and roughly grabbed his arm, pulling up the sleeve of Jack's shirt to reveal a large "P," which was the pirate brand, and a tattoo of a sparrow flying across a sunset.
"Yes, you are a pirate all right. Jack Sparrow, I presume?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, if ye don't mind."
One of the soldiers walked over to the window and opened it, looking out.
"There's no sign of anyone on the street, sir," stated the man as he looked at the big soldier. Jack almost sighed with relief, but then kept his composure; at least his mates weren't as stupid enough to stay and wait for him.
"Well, if that's all then I think I'll be on my way." Jack started for the door but the big soldier pushed him back.
"Oh no, CAPTAIN, we'll just be fetching you some irons and leading you to your cell, shall we?"
"Well, I guess you could . . . But I think you're forgetting one important thing, mate."
The soldier looked at Jack with a raised eyebrow. "And what would THAT be?"
Jack gave him a roguish grin. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
And with that, he jumped out the window, grasping the drainage pipe and sliding to the ground, making a mad dash behind the buildings towards the docks.
"After him, men!" shouted the soldier, as they hurried from the room and ran out into the streets, running in the general direction they saw the pirate go.
Jack was nearly at the docks, when a soldier came running from behind a building and charged at him. Jack gave him a blow to the stomach as the man now doubled over. Jack looked behind him and saw more soldiers coming, so he sidestepped into an alleyway and ran behind the houses.
"Where's Jack, do you see him?" Will asked Gibbs as they boarded the Black Pearl.
Gibbs looked around for a moment before yelling, "There he is!" and pointing to a running figure coming at full speed towards the docks, and many soldiers following not too far behind.
Jack signaled for the ship to take off, but he hadn't even gotten to the docks yet.
"Is he crazy?" asked Elizabeth frantically as the vessel started to cast away.
"Aye lass, that he is!" replied Gibbs.
Jack came running up the docks as the Pearl was just about to leave the dock, and at the last minute he jumped off the wooden platform and grabbed a rope that was dangling on the side of the ship.
He came climbing onto the deck with help from Will and Gibbs, and he leaned against the railing and caught some of his breath as the crew ambled forward.
"So, captain? Where be Red?" asked Anna-Maria.
"Barbossa got here before us . . . he was gone when we got there, and there were signs of a capture. That one bloke back there said that there had been pirates there just the other day . . . So that must mean they have him and are setting sail to Isle de Muerta."
The crew looked crestfallen. Jack counted off the number of days until they would be able to reach that cursed island . . .
"Well, set sail and head south! It's about a week's journey from here to Isle de Muerta, and we need to catch up!"
There was a chorus of "Aye, captain!" and the crew was off.
Will looked over at Jack, silently asking himself if it was possible to catch up to Barbossa. The look Jack gave him back answered most likely not.
* * *
Barbossa tossed a green apple from one hand to the other, looking down upon his catch.
Red Warren struggled against his bonds, his brown hair falling into his face, but it was hopeless. The ropes were too tight. He looked up at his captor.
He was a tall man, with a gray beard and hair. He had a dark blue overcoat on, and a pistol and sword hung at his side. Perched atop his shoulder was a small monkey, (A/N: God damnit I hate that monkey!!!), with wide black eyes staring down upon the man.
"So, Red, ye have the privilege of joinin' me upon me ship! Oops, sorry, I mean YOUR ship." Red glared daggers of hatred at the man. This was HIS ship!!! How dare he steal it from him?!?
"I guess you're wonderin' why we stole yer ship and are holdin' ye captive? Well, ye see, it all started with a curse . . ."
Red listened as Barbossa told the younger man about the cursed treasure of Cortez . . . And Red had accidentally taken a piece of the treasure on accident. All the while Barbossa just tossed that green apple from hand to hand. This man had been cursed just like himself . . . Whenever Red had walked into the moonlight spilling from his window in the room in The Gliding Dove, he would transform into living skeleton. He would be too frightened to leave his room, and then THESE pirates had captured him in the middle of the night . . . Apparently this pirate captain had the curse as well, and they were heading to an island to reverse the curse. But afterwards . . . He didn't know what would happen. The pirates would probably think him useless and kill him . . .
But that is, if they got to the island.
Barbossa gave an evil grin to the sailor and put the apple down on a table behind him, coming closer to the man. He stepped within a pool of moonlight and he instantly turned into his horrible skeleton counterpart; Red winced.
"And so now, I'll finally be free o' the curse that has plagued me for God only knows how long . . . Thanks ta' ye. For now I'll just have my men take ye to the brig, and I'm sure we should come across the island within a few days." Barbossa turned his skeletal head and signaled for two of his men at the door to take Red down to the brig.
They shoved him in carelessly and slammed the cell door in his face. He rested his hands on the bars and hung his head. How was he ever going to get out of this one? He knew that his luck couldn't save him now.
A/N: There you go, a little action put in there for ye. And some of Barbossa, happy 'silver'? Hehe. Actually, I was plannin' on putting Barbossa into this next chapter anyways . . . But you know. So now run off and send me Reviews! *waves cutlass in the air* BE OFF YE MANGY CUR!!! BEFORE I STICK THIS IN YE!!!
Isabella Jynx: Dude, calm down!
What?!?!?! HOW DO YOU GUYS KEEP BARGING IN ON MY STORY?!?!?! THIS IS MY FANFIC!!!
Isabella Jynx: Because we haunt you.
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Isabella Jynx: Send her Reviews before she breaks down, God damnit!!!
Chapter 6:
"Oh, is the party starting now?" Jack asked innocently as the shouts became louder.
"That doesn't sound like drunken men . . ." Will began nervously.
"Aye, that it doesn't," agreed Gibbs as he looked almost frantically around the room, as if looking for a way to escape. Jack remembered the open window.
He hurried over to it and looked down. The window wasn't terribly high up; they would be able to slip out and head back to the Pearl; but then something caught his eye.
A few soldiers were running towards the tavern, shouting orders as a few doors from the houses nearby opened and the people stepped out to see what all the noise was about.
"Bloody redcoats!" Jack mumbled, and as soon as the words left his mouth, they heard the doors in the hallway outside being crashed open, and some yells from both the soldiers and the occupants in the rooms they barged through could distinctly be heard.
"Everyone through the window! Take that back alleyway there and follow it to the docks. Be sure to get to the Pearl unnoticed!" Jack told them, as Will and Elizabeth hurried forward.
Will grasped the window's ledge, and lowered himself until it was safe to drop down. Elizabeth shortly followed, Will extending his arms out to catch her. Gibbs went next, the crashing from the hallway getting louder, and as his head disappeared from sight the wooden door leading into the room banged open as Jack quickly closed the window. Soldiers poured into the room, pointing their riffles straight at Jack.
"Well, gentlemen!" said Jack cheerfully. "How are you this fine . . . night, as it were?"
"Don't you get cocky with us!" shouted a rather large soldier in the front.
"Me? Cocky? Never!" pleaded Jack as the soldiers sneered at him.
"Where are the others?" demanded the same soldier.
"Others? Why, I don't see any other person in this here room 'cept for you and your gents here."
"Don't be a smart aleck!" yelled the soldier, spraying spit into Jack's face. "I know you had mates when you came in here, ol' Dil down there says so! There was reports of pirates here the other day, looking for ol' Red Warren, and then yous come gallabanting in here demanding to see him, too. I ain't a moron."
'You sure act like one,' thought Jack bitterly. The soldier looked Jack over.
"And there be no doubt mistaking you for a pirate, but just to be sure . . ."
The soldier walked up to Jack and roughly grabbed his arm, pulling up the sleeve of Jack's shirt to reveal a large "P," which was the pirate brand, and a tattoo of a sparrow flying across a sunset.
"Yes, you are a pirate all right. Jack Sparrow, I presume?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, if ye don't mind."
One of the soldiers walked over to the window and opened it, looking out.
"There's no sign of anyone on the street, sir," stated the man as he looked at the big soldier. Jack almost sighed with relief, but then kept his composure; at least his mates weren't as stupid enough to stay and wait for him.
"Well, if that's all then I think I'll be on my way." Jack started for the door but the big soldier pushed him back.
"Oh no, CAPTAIN, we'll just be fetching you some irons and leading you to your cell, shall we?"
"Well, I guess you could . . . But I think you're forgetting one important thing, mate."
The soldier looked at Jack with a raised eyebrow. "And what would THAT be?"
Jack gave him a roguish grin. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
And with that, he jumped out the window, grasping the drainage pipe and sliding to the ground, making a mad dash behind the buildings towards the docks.
"After him, men!" shouted the soldier, as they hurried from the room and ran out into the streets, running in the general direction they saw the pirate go.
Jack was nearly at the docks, when a soldier came running from behind a building and charged at him. Jack gave him a blow to the stomach as the man now doubled over. Jack looked behind him and saw more soldiers coming, so he sidestepped into an alleyway and ran behind the houses.
"Where's Jack, do you see him?" Will asked Gibbs as they boarded the Black Pearl.
Gibbs looked around for a moment before yelling, "There he is!" and pointing to a running figure coming at full speed towards the docks, and many soldiers following not too far behind.
Jack signaled for the ship to take off, but he hadn't even gotten to the docks yet.
"Is he crazy?" asked Elizabeth frantically as the vessel started to cast away.
"Aye lass, that he is!" replied Gibbs.
Jack came running up the docks as the Pearl was just about to leave the dock, and at the last minute he jumped off the wooden platform and grabbed a rope that was dangling on the side of the ship.
He came climbing onto the deck with help from Will and Gibbs, and he leaned against the railing and caught some of his breath as the crew ambled forward.
"So, captain? Where be Red?" asked Anna-Maria.
"Barbossa got here before us . . . he was gone when we got there, and there were signs of a capture. That one bloke back there said that there had been pirates there just the other day . . . So that must mean they have him and are setting sail to Isle de Muerta."
The crew looked crestfallen. Jack counted off the number of days until they would be able to reach that cursed island . . .
"Well, set sail and head south! It's about a week's journey from here to Isle de Muerta, and we need to catch up!"
There was a chorus of "Aye, captain!" and the crew was off.
Will looked over at Jack, silently asking himself if it was possible to catch up to Barbossa. The look Jack gave him back answered most likely not.
* * *
Barbossa tossed a green apple from one hand to the other, looking down upon his catch.
Red Warren struggled against his bonds, his brown hair falling into his face, but it was hopeless. The ropes were too tight. He looked up at his captor.
He was a tall man, with a gray beard and hair. He had a dark blue overcoat on, and a pistol and sword hung at his side. Perched atop his shoulder was a small monkey, (A/N: God damnit I hate that monkey!!!), with wide black eyes staring down upon the man.
"So, Red, ye have the privilege of joinin' me upon me ship! Oops, sorry, I mean YOUR ship." Red glared daggers of hatred at the man. This was HIS ship!!! How dare he steal it from him?!?
"I guess you're wonderin' why we stole yer ship and are holdin' ye captive? Well, ye see, it all started with a curse . . ."
Red listened as Barbossa told the younger man about the cursed treasure of Cortez . . . And Red had accidentally taken a piece of the treasure on accident. All the while Barbossa just tossed that green apple from hand to hand. This man had been cursed just like himself . . . Whenever Red had walked into the moonlight spilling from his window in the room in The Gliding Dove, he would transform into living skeleton. He would be too frightened to leave his room, and then THESE pirates had captured him in the middle of the night . . . Apparently this pirate captain had the curse as well, and they were heading to an island to reverse the curse. But afterwards . . . He didn't know what would happen. The pirates would probably think him useless and kill him . . .
But that is, if they got to the island.
Barbossa gave an evil grin to the sailor and put the apple down on a table behind him, coming closer to the man. He stepped within a pool of moonlight and he instantly turned into his horrible skeleton counterpart; Red winced.
"And so now, I'll finally be free o' the curse that has plagued me for God only knows how long . . . Thanks ta' ye. For now I'll just have my men take ye to the brig, and I'm sure we should come across the island within a few days." Barbossa turned his skeletal head and signaled for two of his men at the door to take Red down to the brig.
They shoved him in carelessly and slammed the cell door in his face. He rested his hands on the bars and hung his head. How was he ever going to get out of this one? He knew that his luck couldn't save him now.
A/N: There you go, a little action put in there for ye. And some of Barbossa, happy 'silver'? Hehe. Actually, I was plannin' on putting Barbossa into this next chapter anyways . . . But you know. So now run off and send me Reviews! *waves cutlass in the air* BE OFF YE MANGY CUR!!! BEFORE I STICK THIS IN YE!!!
Isabella Jynx: Dude, calm down!
What?!?!?! HOW DO YOU GUYS KEEP BARGING IN ON MY STORY?!?!?! THIS IS MY FANFIC!!!
Isabella Jynx: Because we haunt you.
NOOOO!!!!!
Isabella Jynx: Send her Reviews before she breaks down, God damnit!!!