A/N: The seventh chapter, me hearties! There it be, down below! But aren't
these author's notes annoying? Oh wait . . . They're MY author's notes . .
. Nevermind, then . . . But anyways, there ain't much action in this
chapter, but a little introduction to something of a mystery . . . Kind of
. . . *shifty eyes* Ok anyways, read the newest chapter! And I do not own a
thing. Except for maybe Jack . . .
*Isabella Jynx walks in and whispers something in LOTRwolf's ear*
WHAT?!?!? You mean Disney owns him?!?!?!? Awww . . . Now I'm sad!!! Just read the stupid chapter . . . *sniff*
Chapter 7:
The Black Pearl sliced through the waves, the salty water lapping onto the sides of the ship. The warm sun beat down upon the crew as they ran about doing their work.
Jack stood proud at the helm, the slight wind waving his dark hair behind him. Even though they had come too late to retrieve Red, he knew that there HAD to be some hope in catching up to Barbossa. Besides, he loved steering and leading his vessel at the wheel more than anything. Well, anything besides rum. Here he could be free, and could somewhat forget his troubles.
He took out his black compass, opening it to reveal that the pointer did not point North . . . But he wasn't trying to find North.
He began humming one of his favorite songs as he kept one hand on the wheel.
"Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me . . ."
* * *
Will was in the small cabin that was given to him and Elizabeth, lying on a hammock and staring up at the ceiling.
He was deep in thought, as he had found himself nowadays. He didn't know why he was thinking of this . . . Be he couldn't help BUT think it.
Finally coming out of his reverie, he decided that the best thing to do would be to talk to Jack. He was the only one that he could ask now . . .
Getting out of the hammock, he opened the door to his cabin and stepped out into the bright sunshine.
* * *
Barbossa sat at a desk in his cabin, looking over a few maps that littered the surface. He smiled to himself as he rolled one of them up and put it safely into a drawer.
Just then, a member of his new crew, his new first mate, came into the cabin.
"Ain't ye ever heard o' knocking?" Barbossa asked him annoyingly.
"Aye sir, won't happen next time," he responded.
"Good, see that it doesn't or I'll have ye for the sharks. What is it that ye want, Oren?"
His first mate now known as Oren stepped forward. "Well cap'n, I was just wonderin' what we plan to do ter ol' Red down there in the brig. We're only a few days from the isle that ye talk about, but then I get confused as to what we do next?"
Barbossa rolled his eyes. Of course, his new crew wasn't cursed, like himself, so they had no knowledge of it.
"It's quite simple, Oren. We arrive at the isle, I repay me blood plus the blood o' Mr. Warren, and the curse will be off of us. After that, seein' as we have no more need of Warren, we kill him."
Oren nodded in comprehension. "I get it now, cap'n . . . But, what about Sparrow?"
Barbossa tensed. Sparrow . . . Jack Sparrow . . . How he hated that man, how he hated just thinking of his name . . . Whenever he thought that he would be rid of him, he always came back . . . And won. Not this time, though. Barbossa would make sure of that.
"I believe our 'dear friend' Mr. Sparrow has what I am so willing to get back . . . The Black Pearl. When we captured Warren, knowing him he went out to search for him too, knowing full well that we would come and get him to lift the curse. Also, since we arrived before he did, that means that he would come chasing after us." Barbossa smirked. "And so we only have to wait. It'll be a short amount of time before he comes after us. And when he does, then we shall get the Pearl and say our goodbyes to Jack Sparrow . . ."
* * *
Will stepped on deck, watching as busy crewmembers passed by. Elizabeth was with Anna-Maria on the other side of the ship, Anna-Maria showing her how to tie different knots using rope.
Will looked up at the helm and saw Jack there, holding onto the wheel and humming to himself. He climbed the steps to the upper deck and stood next to the captain.
"Hello Will, how're you this grand day?"
"Just fine . . ." But the tone in his voice told Jack that he wasn't.
"Somethin' troubling you, lad?"
"Well . . . It's just, I was thinking . . ." He fumbled for the right words as Jack looked intently at him.
"Aye?"
"I was thinking . . . About my father . . ."
Jack looked at him for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sea in front of him.
"What about ol' Bootstrap Bill?"
"Didn't you say that you had known him?"
"Aye?"
"Well . . . How?"
Jack sighed. "You see, he was a part o' me crew. Only friend I really had with that lot . . . Stupid bunch o' idiots. He was loyal, and he was the one to tell me that Barbossa was planin' a mutiny against me. He believed that it was wrong with the code . . . And also, he said outright that Barbossa and the rest should've remained cursed, and sent a piece of the treasure to you."
Will nodded. He had known that last part, and how his father had met his fate.
"And so then that whole . . . Erm . . . 'Thing,' happened, and he was sunk to the bottom o' the sea." Jack stopped and looked up towards the sun.
This was Will's opening. "But that's what I've been thinking about."
Jack moved his gaze back to him. His intense eyes bored into Will's, as if looking for an answer there.
"And what have you been thinking?"
"Well . . . If my father sent a piece of the gold to me, than wasn't he cursed?"
Jack thought for a moment. "Aye."
"Well then, if they sunk him down to the bottom of the ocean . . . Wouldn't he have still been alive down there for those ten years?"
Jack gave him an odd look. He shook his head. "But then the curse was broken, so he would've . . . Er . . . drowned, then."
"Yes, but now the curse is back."
Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but then slowly closed it as his eyebrows notched. He turned back to the sea and was about to say something when a shout came from below.
"Captain! Military vessel approaching on starboard side!"
A/N: Cliff! Hehe, I like making cliffs . . . But anyways, me and my friends once got into this big talk about Bootstrap Bill . . . So I thought I would put some o' that in me story here! If you are wondering if he will appear or something, only I know for sure what will happen, and you readers out there will have to wait! Muahaha!!! But anyways, if you don't know who that military ship belongs to, then you are just stupid. No offense, whatica. But please Review!!!!
Whatica: I AM NOT A MILITARY SHIP!!!
See what I mean? *shakes head* There is no hope for you, whatica . . .
*Isabella Jynx walks in and whispers something in LOTRwolf's ear*
WHAT?!?!? You mean Disney owns him?!?!?!? Awww . . . Now I'm sad!!! Just read the stupid chapter . . . *sniff*
Chapter 7:
The Black Pearl sliced through the waves, the salty water lapping onto the sides of the ship. The warm sun beat down upon the crew as they ran about doing their work.
Jack stood proud at the helm, the slight wind waving his dark hair behind him. Even though they had come too late to retrieve Red, he knew that there HAD to be some hope in catching up to Barbossa. Besides, he loved steering and leading his vessel at the wheel more than anything. Well, anything besides rum. Here he could be free, and could somewhat forget his troubles.
He took out his black compass, opening it to reveal that the pointer did not point North . . . But he wasn't trying to find North.
He began humming one of his favorite songs as he kept one hand on the wheel.
"Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me . . ."
* * *
Will was in the small cabin that was given to him and Elizabeth, lying on a hammock and staring up at the ceiling.
He was deep in thought, as he had found himself nowadays. He didn't know why he was thinking of this . . . Be he couldn't help BUT think it.
Finally coming out of his reverie, he decided that the best thing to do would be to talk to Jack. He was the only one that he could ask now . . .
Getting out of the hammock, he opened the door to his cabin and stepped out into the bright sunshine.
* * *
Barbossa sat at a desk in his cabin, looking over a few maps that littered the surface. He smiled to himself as he rolled one of them up and put it safely into a drawer.
Just then, a member of his new crew, his new first mate, came into the cabin.
"Ain't ye ever heard o' knocking?" Barbossa asked him annoyingly.
"Aye sir, won't happen next time," he responded.
"Good, see that it doesn't or I'll have ye for the sharks. What is it that ye want, Oren?"
His first mate now known as Oren stepped forward. "Well cap'n, I was just wonderin' what we plan to do ter ol' Red down there in the brig. We're only a few days from the isle that ye talk about, but then I get confused as to what we do next?"
Barbossa rolled his eyes. Of course, his new crew wasn't cursed, like himself, so they had no knowledge of it.
"It's quite simple, Oren. We arrive at the isle, I repay me blood plus the blood o' Mr. Warren, and the curse will be off of us. After that, seein' as we have no more need of Warren, we kill him."
Oren nodded in comprehension. "I get it now, cap'n . . . But, what about Sparrow?"
Barbossa tensed. Sparrow . . . Jack Sparrow . . . How he hated that man, how he hated just thinking of his name . . . Whenever he thought that he would be rid of him, he always came back . . . And won. Not this time, though. Barbossa would make sure of that.
"I believe our 'dear friend' Mr. Sparrow has what I am so willing to get back . . . The Black Pearl. When we captured Warren, knowing him he went out to search for him too, knowing full well that we would come and get him to lift the curse. Also, since we arrived before he did, that means that he would come chasing after us." Barbossa smirked. "And so we only have to wait. It'll be a short amount of time before he comes after us. And when he does, then we shall get the Pearl and say our goodbyes to Jack Sparrow . . ."
* * *
Will stepped on deck, watching as busy crewmembers passed by. Elizabeth was with Anna-Maria on the other side of the ship, Anna-Maria showing her how to tie different knots using rope.
Will looked up at the helm and saw Jack there, holding onto the wheel and humming to himself. He climbed the steps to the upper deck and stood next to the captain.
"Hello Will, how're you this grand day?"
"Just fine . . ." But the tone in his voice told Jack that he wasn't.
"Somethin' troubling you, lad?"
"Well . . . It's just, I was thinking . . ." He fumbled for the right words as Jack looked intently at him.
"Aye?"
"I was thinking . . . About my father . . ."
Jack looked at him for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sea in front of him.
"What about ol' Bootstrap Bill?"
"Didn't you say that you had known him?"
"Aye?"
"Well . . . How?"
Jack sighed. "You see, he was a part o' me crew. Only friend I really had with that lot . . . Stupid bunch o' idiots. He was loyal, and he was the one to tell me that Barbossa was planin' a mutiny against me. He believed that it was wrong with the code . . . And also, he said outright that Barbossa and the rest should've remained cursed, and sent a piece of the treasure to you."
Will nodded. He had known that last part, and how his father had met his fate.
"And so then that whole . . . Erm . . . 'Thing,' happened, and he was sunk to the bottom o' the sea." Jack stopped and looked up towards the sun.
This was Will's opening. "But that's what I've been thinking about."
Jack moved his gaze back to him. His intense eyes bored into Will's, as if looking for an answer there.
"And what have you been thinking?"
"Well . . . If my father sent a piece of the gold to me, than wasn't he cursed?"
Jack thought for a moment. "Aye."
"Well then, if they sunk him down to the bottom of the ocean . . . Wouldn't he have still been alive down there for those ten years?"
Jack gave him an odd look. He shook his head. "But then the curse was broken, so he would've . . . Er . . . drowned, then."
"Yes, but now the curse is back."
Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but then slowly closed it as his eyebrows notched. He turned back to the sea and was about to say something when a shout came from below.
"Captain! Military vessel approaching on starboard side!"
A/N: Cliff! Hehe, I like making cliffs . . . But anyways, me and my friends once got into this big talk about Bootstrap Bill . . . So I thought I would put some o' that in me story here! If you are wondering if he will appear or something, only I know for sure what will happen, and you readers out there will have to wait! Muahaha!!! But anyways, if you don't know who that military ship belongs to, then you are just stupid. No offense, whatica. But please Review!!!!
Whatica: I AM NOT A MILITARY SHIP!!!
See what I mean? *shakes head* There is no hope for you, whatica . . .