A/N: ARGH! My apologizes to all my readers, that I haven't updated in a
while. I've just been so darn BUSY!!! Alright, well, here's the next
chapter! Enjoy! Oh yeah, and I don't bloody own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Boo!
Chapter 11:
Barbossa smirked down upon Jack. "Well, well . . . Look who we have here, boys!"
His new crew laughed and sneered at Jack, whose attention was solely on Barbossa.
Barbossa continued, "So now all we have to do is wait, and sooner or later yer "friends" will come a-lookin' fer ye. Fer now, ye can spend yer time in the brig." He signaled for two of his crew members to escort Jack down to his cell. They grabbed a hold of him and hoisted him up, and pushed him down the stairs to the brig.
They shoved him in carelessly and locked the door behind him, before walking out and laughing stupidly. Jack sighed and leaned against one of the walls in the cell. It was dark, and so he didn't notice when someone stirred in the cell next to his.
"And who're you?" someone spoke from the shadows. Jack jumped, and turned to face the other cell right next to his.
"Eh?"
"He caught you too, didn't he?"
"And who're ye supposed to be?"
The man in the next cell leaned forward, so that Jack could see some of his face.
"Red? Red Warren?"
"Aye, that be my name."
"Ah, so they've got ye down here too . . . You know, that was awful foolish takin' one o' the pieces of the Aztec gold, son."
"You think I know that by now?"
Jack grinned. "Sorry to bring it up. But I guess it doesn't matter, seein' as how we're both caught for the same problem on our hands."
"But why were you caught?" Red looked closer to try and see who this man was.
"Aye, don't ye remember ol' Jack?"
Red's face dawned with comprehension. "Jack? Jack Sparrow?"
"Aye, the same."
"I see now . . . This gent up there wants the Black Pearl back, am I right? That was your ship, correct?"
"Yes, my ship. Not Barbossa's . . . Never was, never will be."
"I see . . . Well, I've tried just about everything to get outta here; kind of ironic, seeing as how I'm the captain of this bloody ship . . . But no luck."
Jack sighed and leaned back once more. "Well, until we can figure out a plan, we're stuck here, mate."
Red nodded and lay back down, thinking about his and Jack's predicament.
Jack closed his eyes, and pushed his hat forward to cover his face.
~ * ~
Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting in his desk, looking over some very important maps that would help him in his latest expedition. Mumbling to himself about bloody coordinates, he took out a small, black object from one of his drawers.
He opened it up to reveal a compass, yet strangely, did not point north. He smiled faintly and was just about to put it back when there came a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called out, slipping the compass inside his pocket. The door squeaked open and in walked his first mate: Barbossa. He grinned.
"Ah, and what business would ye have in me cabin, Barbossa?" he asked the pirate cheerfully.
"Well captain, me and the crew were just wonderin' . . ."
"Yes?" probed Jack with an air of irritability.
"Well, seein' as how we're headed fer a downright haunted isle . . ."
Jack sighed. "For the last time, it ain't haunted!"
"Aye, but it ain't called Isle de Muerta, the Isle of Death fer nothing, you know, captain . . ." Barbossa grimaced. He hated calling this young, tediously young man "captain". Heck, he was at least 20 years older than him!
"Well yes, but that doesn't mean ye have to believe the rumors," Jack stated. Barbossa nodded.
"Aye, but . . . The crew would feel more confident if they knew the bearin's, captain."
Jack thought about this a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Aye, I guess yer right."
* * *
A week later, Bootstrap Bill Turner was found running towards the captain's cabin, looking around for any signs of the crew. When he reached the door, he knocked quickly.
"Hold yer horses, I'm comin' . . ." he heard Jack say from the other side of the door. It swung open and he faced the young captain, looking curiously at Bill. "'Ello Bill, what's the matter?"
"Jack, I have to tell you something!" Bill said hurriedly, as he came inside and shut the door behind him. "Jack, it's Barbossa."
"What about Barbossa?"
"Well not only him, but the whole crew as well . . ."
"Spit it out, lad!"
"Jack, they're planning a mutiny against you!"
Jack paused for a moment. "What? That's ridiculous! Why would-"
"Jack, you have to believe me, I overheard those two, what are their names, Pintel and Regetti, I overheard them saying that 'it won't be long until we can throw that mangy excuse for a captain overboard.' Jack, you gotta get out of here!"
Jack stood and watched his friend questioningly. "They said I was a mangy excuse fer a captain, eh?"
"Jack, be serious! You have to get of here, their gonna sail of to Isle de Muerta without you-" He stopped suddenly, listening carefully. Jack listened too, and could hear footsteps approaching his cabin.
"Bill, ye gotta hide, now!"
"But-"
"No excuses! You have a son fer cryin' out loud . . . It's not worth it having the both of us killed."
Bill reluctantly nodded and hid under the desk just as soon as the cabin door banged open. Jack stood in the center of the room, looking surprised. Barbossa and a few other members of the crew entered.
"Well Jack, ye did a very foolish thing by tellin' us the whereabouts of the treasure . . . But I guess it's a good thing, seein' as how we get to throw you overboard now . . ."
Jack backed away slowly. "Now gents, can't we talk about this?"
Barbossa laughed. He then signaled for two of the pirates, Pintel and Reggeti, to go forward and seize him. Reluctantly he gave in, as they steered him out of the cabin. Bill crawled out from under the desk as soon as they left and followed them, a shadow behind the pirates.
He stopped on deck when he saw Jack at the plank, Barbossa and the other members of the crew sneering at him.
"Well Jack, I 'spose this is goodbye, then. Oh, and I almost forgot . . ." Barbossa drew out Jack's pistol. "Yer one shot." The crew laughed behind him. Barbossa threw the pistol at Jack as he caught it with his bound hands, as he stumbled back and fell off of the plank. The crew laughed after him as Bill heard a splash, and he saw no more of Jack.
~ * ~
Jack opened his eyes and tilted his hat back up, looking around the cell. Suddenly, a call from above disturbed his thoughts. He turned around and looked for any signs of holes in the ship, and found one big enough to see through. When he looked out ahead, he could see Isle de Muerta becoming closer as the boat continued forward.
A/N: Hehehe, another cliff! But anyways, I have a new story posted, called A Change in the Winds. It's a J/OC and W/OC, but it's quite funny. Why don't you check it out? Also, I finally posted some original works on FictionPress.com, and I strongly urge you to read The Killer Toys from Hell, which is hilarious. My pen name on FP.com is PirateLass. So, anyways, please be kind and Review. Ciao!
Chapter 11:
Barbossa smirked down upon Jack. "Well, well . . . Look who we have here, boys!"
His new crew laughed and sneered at Jack, whose attention was solely on Barbossa.
Barbossa continued, "So now all we have to do is wait, and sooner or later yer "friends" will come a-lookin' fer ye. Fer now, ye can spend yer time in the brig." He signaled for two of his crew members to escort Jack down to his cell. They grabbed a hold of him and hoisted him up, and pushed him down the stairs to the brig.
They shoved him in carelessly and locked the door behind him, before walking out and laughing stupidly. Jack sighed and leaned against one of the walls in the cell. It was dark, and so he didn't notice when someone stirred in the cell next to his.
"And who're you?" someone spoke from the shadows. Jack jumped, and turned to face the other cell right next to his.
"Eh?"
"He caught you too, didn't he?"
"And who're ye supposed to be?"
The man in the next cell leaned forward, so that Jack could see some of his face.
"Red? Red Warren?"
"Aye, that be my name."
"Ah, so they've got ye down here too . . . You know, that was awful foolish takin' one o' the pieces of the Aztec gold, son."
"You think I know that by now?"
Jack grinned. "Sorry to bring it up. But I guess it doesn't matter, seein' as how we're both caught for the same problem on our hands."
"But why were you caught?" Red looked closer to try and see who this man was.
"Aye, don't ye remember ol' Jack?"
Red's face dawned with comprehension. "Jack? Jack Sparrow?"
"Aye, the same."
"I see now . . . This gent up there wants the Black Pearl back, am I right? That was your ship, correct?"
"Yes, my ship. Not Barbossa's . . . Never was, never will be."
"I see . . . Well, I've tried just about everything to get outta here; kind of ironic, seeing as how I'm the captain of this bloody ship . . . But no luck."
Jack sighed and leaned back once more. "Well, until we can figure out a plan, we're stuck here, mate."
Red nodded and lay back down, thinking about his and Jack's predicament.
Jack closed his eyes, and pushed his hat forward to cover his face.
~ * ~
Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting in his desk, looking over some very important maps that would help him in his latest expedition. Mumbling to himself about bloody coordinates, he took out a small, black object from one of his drawers.
He opened it up to reveal a compass, yet strangely, did not point north. He smiled faintly and was just about to put it back when there came a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called out, slipping the compass inside his pocket. The door squeaked open and in walked his first mate: Barbossa. He grinned.
"Ah, and what business would ye have in me cabin, Barbossa?" he asked the pirate cheerfully.
"Well captain, me and the crew were just wonderin' . . ."
"Yes?" probed Jack with an air of irritability.
"Well, seein' as how we're headed fer a downright haunted isle . . ."
Jack sighed. "For the last time, it ain't haunted!"
"Aye, but it ain't called Isle de Muerta, the Isle of Death fer nothing, you know, captain . . ." Barbossa grimaced. He hated calling this young, tediously young man "captain". Heck, he was at least 20 years older than him!
"Well yes, but that doesn't mean ye have to believe the rumors," Jack stated. Barbossa nodded.
"Aye, but . . . The crew would feel more confident if they knew the bearin's, captain."
Jack thought about this a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Aye, I guess yer right."
* * *
A week later, Bootstrap Bill Turner was found running towards the captain's cabin, looking around for any signs of the crew. When he reached the door, he knocked quickly.
"Hold yer horses, I'm comin' . . ." he heard Jack say from the other side of the door. It swung open and he faced the young captain, looking curiously at Bill. "'Ello Bill, what's the matter?"
"Jack, I have to tell you something!" Bill said hurriedly, as he came inside and shut the door behind him. "Jack, it's Barbossa."
"What about Barbossa?"
"Well not only him, but the whole crew as well . . ."
"Spit it out, lad!"
"Jack, they're planning a mutiny against you!"
Jack paused for a moment. "What? That's ridiculous! Why would-"
"Jack, you have to believe me, I overheard those two, what are their names, Pintel and Regetti, I overheard them saying that 'it won't be long until we can throw that mangy excuse for a captain overboard.' Jack, you gotta get out of here!"
Jack stood and watched his friend questioningly. "They said I was a mangy excuse fer a captain, eh?"
"Jack, be serious! You have to get of here, their gonna sail of to Isle de Muerta without you-" He stopped suddenly, listening carefully. Jack listened too, and could hear footsteps approaching his cabin.
"Bill, ye gotta hide, now!"
"But-"
"No excuses! You have a son fer cryin' out loud . . . It's not worth it having the both of us killed."
Bill reluctantly nodded and hid under the desk just as soon as the cabin door banged open. Jack stood in the center of the room, looking surprised. Barbossa and a few other members of the crew entered.
"Well Jack, ye did a very foolish thing by tellin' us the whereabouts of the treasure . . . But I guess it's a good thing, seein' as how we get to throw you overboard now . . ."
Jack backed away slowly. "Now gents, can't we talk about this?"
Barbossa laughed. He then signaled for two of the pirates, Pintel and Reggeti, to go forward and seize him. Reluctantly he gave in, as they steered him out of the cabin. Bill crawled out from under the desk as soon as they left and followed them, a shadow behind the pirates.
He stopped on deck when he saw Jack at the plank, Barbossa and the other members of the crew sneering at him.
"Well Jack, I 'spose this is goodbye, then. Oh, and I almost forgot . . ." Barbossa drew out Jack's pistol. "Yer one shot." The crew laughed behind him. Barbossa threw the pistol at Jack as he caught it with his bound hands, as he stumbled back and fell off of the plank. The crew laughed after him as Bill heard a splash, and he saw no more of Jack.
~ * ~
Jack opened his eyes and tilted his hat back up, looking around the cell. Suddenly, a call from above disturbed his thoughts. He turned around and looked for any signs of holes in the ship, and found one big enough to see through. When he looked out ahead, he could see Isle de Muerta becoming closer as the boat continued forward.
A/N: Hehehe, another cliff! But anyways, I have a new story posted, called A Change in the Winds. It's a J/OC and W/OC, but it's quite funny. Why don't you check it out? Also, I finally posted some original works on FictionPress.com, and I strongly urge you to read The Killer Toys from Hell, which is hilarious. My pen name on FP.com is PirateLass. So, anyways, please be kind and Review. Ciao!