Chapter 2 - Jack
The Black Pearl, now the last remaining legend of the seas, was only sailing a few miles from the shores of Bellport, when the great Captain Jack Sparrow spotted a flaming shipwreck off shore.
'Whoa!' He yelled. 'Take down the sails! Get the anchor.'
'Why cap'n?' Asked the first mate, Gibbs. 'It could be a trap.'
Jack squinted into the distance. There were no navy ships on the blue horizon. 'Let me tell you somethin', mate. Take a closer look at that ship. Notice anything?' Gibbs turned around; Jack peered over his shoulder and pointed at the ship. 'Look at the sails, the body... the colour.'
'I don't see nothing different 'bout it, cap'n. It's got giant grey sails, with a white-silver body carved with spectacular detail. It seems to glimmer in the sun, shine if ye will.'
'Exactly.' Nodded Jack.
'I still don't get it.' Gibbs said. Jack rolled his eyes.
'Tell me, mate, have you ever heard of the ship that glowed white, with giant sails?' Jack slowly waved his hand in the air. 'Have you ever heard of a ship that told a story of loss and fortune, death and glory? A ship with a mysterious, ravaging crew that could kill in a split second?' Jack paused, his voice cracked as he squinted. 'Have you ever heard of the Maiden's voice, which can pierce the soul and kill the heart? Have you ever heard the Voice? It's so sad. Calling out to the world. Calling for love.'
By now the whole crew had surrounded Jack, listening to his tale. 'Nay, sir. I have never heard the voice. I have heard of it. Are you saying that that ship really,' Gibbs pointed, 'is the Silver Cloud?
'That's exactly what I'm saying. I'm going down to it!
And so, Jack Sparrow and Anna-Maria departed from the Pearl and paddled over to the wreckage.
'Why did you choose me, Jack?' She asked. 'If you think anything will ever happen between...'
'Us?' Jack interrupted. 'Again? No. I asked you to come with me, 'cause out of the others you are the smartest.' Anna-Maria laughed.
'I was just wondering, Jack, what is so important to you about The Cloud?' He didn't answer. 'Your voice cracked when you spoke of it. It's like a memory that you don't want to remember.'
Jack frowned and changed the topic. 'Tell me if you see anything or anyone. It's important.' The two searched the water, but only found broken pieces of wood. Finally Jack spotted something. He reached into the water and pulled out a silver pendant.
'What is that?' Anna-Maria asked.
He pocketed it. And smiled at back at Anna-Maria. 'It's a damn good thing we came across it. Keep going. We'll reach to the shoreline. Hopefully there were some survivors.'
They paddled a good half-mile, before they saw sight of land.
'Do you see anybody?' Anna-Maria asked him.
Jack squinted. 'I don't see anyone by the shore.' They paddled a little closer to the shore. 'Over there! I see something moving. It's a boy. Quick!'
They reached the boy in the water. He was struggled for a breath of air. A great weariness was on his face. He had been like this for hours. Jack helped him aboard.
'Oh god! Please don't kill me!' the boy was panicking and squirming between his breaths. Jack rolled his eyes, pulled out his pistol and pressed it against the boy's head.
'You're either going to shut up and come with us, we'll give something to eat, maybe a beer if you're lucky and then you'll tell us what we need to know, or you can keep screaming and die. Waddya say to that, mate?' half in confusion and amazement the boy stopped squirming.
The afternoon was now late, and evening was approaching. Now back on the Pearl, the crew gave the man some hot soup, and, much to Mr. Gibbs detest; they gave the boy some beer. He was young for a pirate. His long, wavy jet- black hair covered his face. But his eyes were sea blue, softening his expression.
'You were a sailor on The Silver Cloud?' Jack handed him a blanket and sat down beside him. The boy nodded. 'What's your name?'
'Evan, sir. Evan Eronel.'
'That is an odd name. Eronel you say?'
'Aye, sir. The crew of The Cloud all had odd names. Perhaps names in a different language, I do not know.'
'And the Silver Maiden, do you know her?' Jack asked.
Evan gulped. 'Aye sir. I knew her.' Jack smiled, 'I know what you are going to ask. Who is she? I cannot say myself. She's just a woman. Strong and powerful, but she...' The boy suddenly realized Jack was holding his pistol in his right hand. 'Sir, why do you need that?'
'In case you stop in the middle of a sentence.' Evan's eyes were round with fear and he quickly apologized. But when Jack's expression softened Evan knew he was in no trouble. 'The thing about me, mate, is that I'm always semi-serious, and semi-joking. Best not to confuse me with being one or the other. But let's cut down to the chase. Where is she?'
'She was taken by Navy when our ship fell. She was taken to Bellport.'
'Then it looks like we'll be taking a trip to Bellport.'
The Black Pearl, now the last remaining legend of the seas, was only sailing a few miles from the shores of Bellport, when the great Captain Jack Sparrow spotted a flaming shipwreck off shore.
'Whoa!' He yelled. 'Take down the sails! Get the anchor.'
'Why cap'n?' Asked the first mate, Gibbs. 'It could be a trap.'
Jack squinted into the distance. There were no navy ships on the blue horizon. 'Let me tell you somethin', mate. Take a closer look at that ship. Notice anything?' Gibbs turned around; Jack peered over his shoulder and pointed at the ship. 'Look at the sails, the body... the colour.'
'I don't see nothing different 'bout it, cap'n. It's got giant grey sails, with a white-silver body carved with spectacular detail. It seems to glimmer in the sun, shine if ye will.'
'Exactly.' Nodded Jack.
'I still don't get it.' Gibbs said. Jack rolled his eyes.
'Tell me, mate, have you ever heard of the ship that glowed white, with giant sails?' Jack slowly waved his hand in the air. 'Have you ever heard of a ship that told a story of loss and fortune, death and glory? A ship with a mysterious, ravaging crew that could kill in a split second?' Jack paused, his voice cracked as he squinted. 'Have you ever heard of the Maiden's voice, which can pierce the soul and kill the heart? Have you ever heard the Voice? It's so sad. Calling out to the world. Calling for love.'
By now the whole crew had surrounded Jack, listening to his tale. 'Nay, sir. I have never heard the voice. I have heard of it. Are you saying that that ship really,' Gibbs pointed, 'is the Silver Cloud?
'That's exactly what I'm saying. I'm going down to it!
And so, Jack Sparrow and Anna-Maria departed from the Pearl and paddled over to the wreckage.
'Why did you choose me, Jack?' She asked. 'If you think anything will ever happen between...'
'Us?' Jack interrupted. 'Again? No. I asked you to come with me, 'cause out of the others you are the smartest.' Anna-Maria laughed.
'I was just wondering, Jack, what is so important to you about The Cloud?' He didn't answer. 'Your voice cracked when you spoke of it. It's like a memory that you don't want to remember.'
Jack frowned and changed the topic. 'Tell me if you see anything or anyone. It's important.' The two searched the water, but only found broken pieces of wood. Finally Jack spotted something. He reached into the water and pulled out a silver pendant.
'What is that?' Anna-Maria asked.
He pocketed it. And smiled at back at Anna-Maria. 'It's a damn good thing we came across it. Keep going. We'll reach to the shoreline. Hopefully there were some survivors.'
They paddled a good half-mile, before they saw sight of land.
'Do you see anybody?' Anna-Maria asked him.
Jack squinted. 'I don't see anyone by the shore.' They paddled a little closer to the shore. 'Over there! I see something moving. It's a boy. Quick!'
They reached the boy in the water. He was struggled for a breath of air. A great weariness was on his face. He had been like this for hours. Jack helped him aboard.
'Oh god! Please don't kill me!' the boy was panicking and squirming between his breaths. Jack rolled his eyes, pulled out his pistol and pressed it against the boy's head.
'You're either going to shut up and come with us, we'll give something to eat, maybe a beer if you're lucky and then you'll tell us what we need to know, or you can keep screaming and die. Waddya say to that, mate?' half in confusion and amazement the boy stopped squirming.
The afternoon was now late, and evening was approaching. Now back on the Pearl, the crew gave the man some hot soup, and, much to Mr. Gibbs detest; they gave the boy some beer. He was young for a pirate. His long, wavy jet- black hair covered his face. But his eyes were sea blue, softening his expression.
'You were a sailor on The Silver Cloud?' Jack handed him a blanket and sat down beside him. The boy nodded. 'What's your name?'
'Evan, sir. Evan Eronel.'
'That is an odd name. Eronel you say?'
'Aye, sir. The crew of The Cloud all had odd names. Perhaps names in a different language, I do not know.'
'And the Silver Maiden, do you know her?' Jack asked.
Evan gulped. 'Aye sir. I knew her.' Jack smiled, 'I know what you are going to ask. Who is she? I cannot say myself. She's just a woman. Strong and powerful, but she...' The boy suddenly realized Jack was holding his pistol in his right hand. 'Sir, why do you need that?'
'In case you stop in the middle of a sentence.' Evan's eyes were round with fear and he quickly apologized. But when Jack's expression softened Evan knew he was in no trouble. 'The thing about me, mate, is that I'm always semi-serious, and semi-joking. Best not to confuse me with being one or the other. But let's cut down to the chase. Where is she?'
'She was taken by Navy when our ship fell. She was taken to Bellport.'
'Then it looks like we'll be taking a trip to Bellport.'