Hey, back again and I must say, this was one of my favorite chapters to
write even though Jack loses his ship. I love him so much...
Ch. 10 Mutiny
It had been three days; they were anchored off a small island waiting out a storm as Jack sat in his cabin, going over the pieces of the map that lay on the table. He'd been the only one allowed to steer the Black Pearl and was very tired but determined to get to Isla de Muerta and he was sure he only had two or three days more to go.
A knock on the door startled him and Jack turned slowly in his chair to see Barbossa walk in, his hair and clothing dripping rain on the oriental carpet. He eyed the cabin interestedly for a moment and then crossed the room, taking a seat opposite from Jack. Jack shifted the map so Barbossa couldn't get a look at it before he asked, "What time is it?"
Barbossa leaned back in his chair and grabbed an apple from the table. He bit into it; savoring the taste and wiping a bit of juice that rolled down his chin. "Early in the morn." Jack nodded and rubbed his eyes, which suddenly burned in exhaustion. "Ye should be getting' some sleep an' letting Bootstrap take over fer a bit." Jack's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "Bill Turner."
"Oh," Jack muttered. Barbossa smiled slightly and took another large bite of apple.
"An' I have other things ta discuss with ye," He went on. Jack stood up and walked away from the table, stretching his cramped muscles. His mind wasn't on Barbossa but the bed in the corner where he really wanted to go at the moment and sleep, wishing slightly that Scarlet was with him. Barbossa's next words brought him back to the man with a sharp bump however. "We be need'n ta talk about this treasure. What be the whole story?" Jack turned and walked back to the table, sitting down and propping his feet on the top, chair tipping dangerously.
"Whole story? What do you mean?" He asked. Barbossa finished his apple and set the core on the table where it balanced for a moment then tipped over and rolled to a stop next to Jack's compass.
"The whole story of the treasure." Jack sighed.
"The treasure was delivered to Cortes with a curse on it. Any one who takes a piece of gold will be cursed." Barbossa looked at him strangely but said nothing so Jack continued. "The treasure is on an island that only I can find, because I know where it is." Barbossa looked thoughtful for a moment, his finger tracing his lower lip. Finally, he started to laugh, low at first and then higher until he was positively crying with mirth. Jack watched him patiently.
"A curse?" He choked out finally. "Ye should be a writer, eh?" Jack smiled and Barbossa's face turned serious again as he glanced at the map covered on the table. "I be first mate, yes?" Jack nodded. "Everything's equal...the treasure, I mean?" Jack nodded again. Barbossa nodded back, eyeing the young captain, "That should also go same for the treasure's location." Unease settled in the pit of Jack's stomach.
"Location?" He asked. Barbossa nodded and Jack began playing with one of the two braids in his beard, twisting the bead at the end around and around in his hand, a nervous habit he'd have to break or else he knew he'd start shedding from the friction.
Jack weighed his chances in his head, give Barbossa the map and risk something bad and potentially dangerous happening to him, giving away his only advantage or...Barbossa would dump him and his crew on some island and sail away with the ship they needed. Either way, Barbossa was going to get the location and maybe this way Jack could keep the ship. Barbossa tapped his fingers on the table waiting impatiently.
"Well?" He growled after a while of watching Jack stall. The young captain took his feet off the table and stood again, something he knew would annoy Barbossa. He went to the cabinet in the corner, turned and leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest watching Barbossa.
"Okay," He said finally, stomach clenching. This was so wrong yet what other choices did he have? "The map in under that one that's by your left hand." Barbossa moved the map beside him revealing the two pieces of the one beneath, the yellowing paper reading plainly the map's intended location. Barbossa picked it up carefully and moved it so it sat in front of him, eyes roving over the surface, a strange look on his face.
"Well, well." He said vaguely and Jack swallowed hard. Barbossa's eyes flicked up at him and he smiled. "This be a real venture then, I was begginin' ta think it was only child's play..." He chuckled softly. "Wonders eh? Curse, though..." He seemed to be talking to himself, ignoring his captain who stood in the corner. "That be child's play." Suddenly he stood up, knocking the table slightly and sending the apple core rolling away from the compass and on to the floor. "I must be checkin' on the crew." He strode away, Jack watching him until he'd closed the door and disappeared into the rain. Slowly, Jack moved from the cabinet to the table, picked up the compass and stuck it into his sash.
Later on, when they'd begun to move again, Jack sat at the table, watching a light rain mist his window, head on the table and mind preoccupied so that he didn't heard Bill knock or enter. "Jack, can we talk?" He asked. Jack looked up and nodded. Bill sat on a chair in the corner, facing Jack, an odd look on his face.
"Who's steering?" Jack asked. Bill rubbed his face and didn't answer. "Barbossa, right?" He nodded and Jack sighed. He shouldn't have told him.
"There's been talk, Jack, talk about a...about a mutiny." Jack smiled slightly and sat up to better look at his friend, he'd been expecting this. "Barbossa's organizing it, he wants to be captain." Bill stopped and stood up again, pacing the room, his forehead creased. "I don't want to Jack, you...you know I don't but...I have to." He stopped to watch his friend, "I have to support my family, Rebecca and Will..." Jack held up a hand in a motion of silence.
"I know." He said simply. "That's why I want you and the crew to go along with Barbossa and his..." Jack restrained himself from adding childish insults, "Men. Tell those loyal to me to fight against me..."
"But," Bill started but Jack over road him.
"No, Bill! That's an order! If you fight with me, you'll only get yourselves killed. Just, do what I say and trust me, kay?" He grabbed Bill's arm and tugged him to the door. "Go, tell them." Bill refused to be pushed out like this.
"It's tonight Jack. Why should I trust you, you always get into trouble." Jack smiled and opened the door into the light rain. Men nearby turned to watch as Jack pushed his friend out roughly.
"Why? Because I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy?" And with out another word he closed the door.
Jack sat in the darkness of his cabin, listing to the light rain hitting his cabin roof and windows, watching it roll down the windowpanes, reflecting in the moonlight. It would be soon, too soon...and he'd be alone.
He'd turned off all the lights in his cabin an hour ago, so they thought he was asleep and had sat there ever since thinking about life and the future...what ever it may be. He vowed though, if he survived tonight, he would kill Barbossa and take back the Black Pearl.
A weird noise outside his cabin door alerted him and he stood, moving from his seat in the shadows. Watching from his hiding spot, Jack watched the door open and two dark shapes move into the room, each had their swords out in front of them, ready to strike. They moved in the darkness to the bed.
Slowly, Jack snuck up behind them, his own cutlass raised. It was Pintel and Ragetti, easy. "Do ye think we should stab him, or take him alive?" Asked Ragetti in a whisper. Jack shook his head, what idiots.
"I think captain Barbossa is wanting him alive." Pintel answered in a more normal voice. Jack decided this was enough. He moved swiftly, closed the door with a soft click and watched as the darkened figures turned towards him in surprise.
"Hello, boys." He said. "Did ye think ye could sneak up on me so easily? Ye were being loud enough to wake the dead." Ragetti squeaked and fell backwards, tripping over the bed and rolling sideways onto the floor. Pintel though stood his ground but, by the light coming in through the cabin window, Jack could see he was shaking.
"Cap'n Barbossa wants the ship. We're supposed to take ye to him." He said shakily. Jack smiled.
"Oh, ye think ye can take me?" The door opened behind him and Jack turned to see a large figure in the doorway. Captain Barbossa.
"Everyone's turned on ye Sparrow." He said gruffly, drawing his cutlass in one hand, a gun in the other, pointing directly at Jack. "Even young Bootstrap's against you. Ye have nowhere to go, the ship is mine." Jack shook his head.
"This ship will always be mine." He replied.
Barbossa laughed gruffly and walked forward. "Even when yer dead? I think not." The shot took Jack by surprise as it rushed past his right side, cutting the fabric of his shirt and tearing a deep gash in his skin.
Jack staggered and hit the table, grabbing a small knife on the table and throwing it as hard as he could at one of the shapes. Ragetti screamed, falling to his knees and clutching his face but Jack didn't care. With the distraction, he ran from the cabin and out into the light rainy deck. There he met more enemies.
Twigg came at him, slashing and cutting. Jack managed to dodge him but was met by another and then another. He managed to get up the wheel, gripping his side only to run smack into Dickerson. There was a pained look in his eyes as the two friends turned to face each other, swords raised.
"I'm sorry Jack." He whispered. He slashed at Jack's bloody side but Jack blocked, sending Dickerson into the railing and noting dimly that the man was usually a better fighter then that. As he turned to go back to the stairs he was met by Bill and as usual his bootstraps were untied.
"Do it Bill." Jack whispered as his friend hesitated, looking down at Dickerson sitting on the deck. "You have to think about Rebecca and Will. The treasure of the Isla de Muerta will be enough to look after them for years and years." Bill frowned and then attacked hard and fast, coming at Jack with crushing blows. "Trying to make it look good, eh?" Jack growled. Bill allowed himself to smile slightly.
"Have to, don't I? I told you it wasn't a good idea." Jack shrugged and ducked Bill's arm, the sword whooshing past his ear.
"Yeah, yeah, brag, brag, I should...have listened to...Bill Turner, he's so...damn intelligent." Jack panted, swing back and spinning on the spot to block another hard blow. Bill laughed, the noise barely recognizable over the shouts of Barbossa's crew below, cheering Bill on with yells of 'Go Bootstrap'.
"Bootstrap, interesting...name mate. What...you smell like...a boot...to?" Jack asked. Bill nodded and lunged, missing Jack and burying his blade into the side of the ship. Jack was about to tell him off when Bill was joined by Mourison. "Question, why...do they hate...me?"
"They don't." Mourison growled, "Barbossa hates you and thinks your soft, far to young to be a captain."
"Soft?" Jack asked, ducking under Bill's swing and jumping Mourison's. "I am not soft, I...hate killing but...well...with Barbossa I'll...make an exception." Mourison smiled and came around at him from behind. They fought like this for sometime until Jack suddenly felt dizzy. Looking down he saw his side was gushing blood from his exertion. Falling to his knees, Bill brought his sword to Jack's neck and held it there, the rain pinging gently off the metal.
"Parlay." Jack whispered, falling back, Mourison grabbing him and lifting him gently to his feet. Barbossa came forward and stood in front of Jack, watching him. "Barbossa, we need to talk."
"I'm all ears, an' it'll be Captain to ye Sparrow." He looked at Mourison, "Tie him to the mast." Bill and Mourison helped Jack down the stairs from the wheel and sat him down with his back to the mast, tying the cords tight around him. When they were done they moved just out of his line of vision and Barbossa stepped forward.
"Getting your women to do all your dirty work Barbossa?" Jack hissed and many of the men around him, behind Barbossa growled at him. Barbossa clucked his tongue.
"Careful Sparrow. Remember who's tied to the mast and who's not." He said evilly. Jack smiled and then began to laugh, his head resting against the rough wood behind him. Barbossa watched him with a soar look on his ugly face.
"Yeah, well...we'll see." Jack said simply. Now it was Barbossa's turn to laugh.
"Ye have no friends anymore Jack, even the treasure was to much to pass up. Do ye know why I took over the ship and mutinied against you?" Jack rolled his eyes. Did he really care?
"Yes, ye were jealous." Babrossa grinned. "Also, ye're greedy and it really doesn't matter. Everyone's the same in hell." Barbossa chose to ignore this comment and crouched down in front of the young captain.
"It's because yer weak. Ye wouldn't even let us kill Captain Dale who is still in out brig. Her an' her crew posed a continuous threat an' as cap'n I will get rid of that threat."
Jack closed his eyes against the wind as it bough spatters of cold rain into his face. "Now." Barbossa said, standing up. Jack could hear him moving away across the deck. "I think I'll go to my cabin now." With that he was gone. The crew around Jack moved off to their duties, the excitement over. Jack opened his eyes again to see his six loyal crewmembers at the rail, watching him.
"What?" Jack asked. Dickerson moved forward a step, took a fearful look at the captain's cabin and then came another step closer.
"We're so sorry, Jack...we..." Jack shook his head.
"Ye did what I told ye. Now go, before people get suspicious."
Jack didn't sleep at all that night between the rain pouring down harder around midnight and the occasional kick and taunt from Barbossa's men. The next day was no better. His side ached, his head pounded, his throat felt raw and scratchy and his stomach growled from hunger.
Ragetti appeared around noon the next day as the sun beat down hard apon them, casting Jack in a burning glow causing sweat to trickle down his face in long beads and making breathing almost impossible.
Ragetti's face was caked in dried blood, bandages over one of his eyes. He told them how Jack had thrown the knife in the dark, taking out his eye. Jack grinned in satisfaction and hoped it hurt like hell.
"So, what do ye plan to do with me mate?" He asked Barbossa who sat on the rail across from him, chewing an apple and lavishing in the sound of 'Cap'n' Before his name, ordering people around and laughing at the small injuries his haste was providing.
"What do ye say to...say a nice beach with a wonderful view an' all yer own?" He asked. Jack smiled slightly.
"A vacation? Excellent." He answered making Barbossa laugh.
"Or we could keel haul you." He said. Jack's stomach twisted. Barbossa was just crazy enough to.
"I like the island better." He said simply. Barbossa grinned and looked around.
"A slow death with a starvin' belly is yer taste eh? Very well. We're comin' up on the island now." He laughed evilly and threw the apple at Jack. It hit the mast above his head and broke, spraying him with bits of apple and juice.
The island, Jack saw as they untied him and pulled him to his feet, was not really an island, more of a small bit of sand in the middle of the ocean with a few palm trees, so small you could see the whole thing by standing at one end. In the middle there was a place where Jack could find shade but it was so out of the way there was no possible way anyone would find him.
Bill pushed him forward towards the plank and held tight to his arm, the men around them whistling and yelling insults as Jack waited for Barbossa to come out of his cabin. The heat had made his head spin and he was sure he was frying from the inside out.
"Let me go Bill, the water looks so nice and cool." He muttered thickly. Bill shook him.
"Jack, are you off yer rocker?" He muttered back, looking around. "I think the sun's fried yer brain." Jack smiled and swayed backwards into Bill, knocking the other man over. "Whoa, watch out." Barbossa's voice brought Jack to himself however and he turned to see the other walking forward holding a pistol.
"Are ye goin' to be nice enough to give me a shot?" He asked thickly, swaying forward, inches from Barbossa. The other man smiled.
"Bill, take his sword and anything else he has on him." Bill reached into his sash and Jack felt him empty it but for the compass and letter from Roger. Barbossa handed Bill the gun, which he tucked into the sash at the back.
"Untie him." Barbossa ordered. Jack's hands were untied and Bill led him none too gently to the end of the plank.
"Sorry Jack, you know I have to." Bill whispered. Jack nodded and wobbled onto the plank. Without a word, he pitched forward and was engulfed by the cool waves.
To my reviewers:
Alteng: thanks for the long review, my friend taylor freaked when she saw it, it was hilarious! Oaky, thanks for yer input, your probably right about Pintel and Ragetti not being on Barbossa's original crew but I wouldn't know...they are the 'women' on board, no doubt about it. Don't drop the soap! I mean, those pirates would have been horney, that could be why they kept them around. (Sorry, I know you like them...) Tall drink of water! That made me laugh so hard, it was so funny man! Okay...composing myself...I thought Spanish would be easier with years of French but we'll see...with all these launguages my head'll explode! Oh, for my other story, I hope you don't mind but I'm going to use the whole took a while for them to feel the curse thing so if you read it don't kill me please. I made Ragetti 'mousy' as in a little fraidy squeak, I know he's not small. Loosing his sanity, what sanity did he have? Please keep reading.
DragonHunter200: hey, how's it going? I haven't seen that movie with Johnny in a dress...maybe I should...my dad says he's really a woman but my dad doesn't like me looking at guys, especially guys around his age! So, I won't watch it with him around. I couldn't think of irony or a twist with that so a woman popped into my head, most of Jack's plans fail in someway but all come together in the end. See ya around, hoped you liked the chapter.
Ch. 10 Mutiny
It had been three days; they were anchored off a small island waiting out a storm as Jack sat in his cabin, going over the pieces of the map that lay on the table. He'd been the only one allowed to steer the Black Pearl and was very tired but determined to get to Isla de Muerta and he was sure he only had two or three days more to go.
A knock on the door startled him and Jack turned slowly in his chair to see Barbossa walk in, his hair and clothing dripping rain on the oriental carpet. He eyed the cabin interestedly for a moment and then crossed the room, taking a seat opposite from Jack. Jack shifted the map so Barbossa couldn't get a look at it before he asked, "What time is it?"
Barbossa leaned back in his chair and grabbed an apple from the table. He bit into it; savoring the taste and wiping a bit of juice that rolled down his chin. "Early in the morn." Jack nodded and rubbed his eyes, which suddenly burned in exhaustion. "Ye should be getting' some sleep an' letting Bootstrap take over fer a bit." Jack's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "Bill Turner."
"Oh," Jack muttered. Barbossa smiled slightly and took another large bite of apple.
"An' I have other things ta discuss with ye," He went on. Jack stood up and walked away from the table, stretching his cramped muscles. His mind wasn't on Barbossa but the bed in the corner where he really wanted to go at the moment and sleep, wishing slightly that Scarlet was with him. Barbossa's next words brought him back to the man with a sharp bump however. "We be need'n ta talk about this treasure. What be the whole story?" Jack turned and walked back to the table, sitting down and propping his feet on the top, chair tipping dangerously.
"Whole story? What do you mean?" He asked. Barbossa finished his apple and set the core on the table where it balanced for a moment then tipped over and rolled to a stop next to Jack's compass.
"The whole story of the treasure." Jack sighed.
"The treasure was delivered to Cortes with a curse on it. Any one who takes a piece of gold will be cursed." Barbossa looked at him strangely but said nothing so Jack continued. "The treasure is on an island that only I can find, because I know where it is." Barbossa looked thoughtful for a moment, his finger tracing his lower lip. Finally, he started to laugh, low at first and then higher until he was positively crying with mirth. Jack watched him patiently.
"A curse?" He choked out finally. "Ye should be a writer, eh?" Jack smiled and Barbossa's face turned serious again as he glanced at the map covered on the table. "I be first mate, yes?" Jack nodded. "Everything's equal...the treasure, I mean?" Jack nodded again. Barbossa nodded back, eyeing the young captain, "That should also go same for the treasure's location." Unease settled in the pit of Jack's stomach.
"Location?" He asked. Barbossa nodded and Jack began playing with one of the two braids in his beard, twisting the bead at the end around and around in his hand, a nervous habit he'd have to break or else he knew he'd start shedding from the friction.
Jack weighed his chances in his head, give Barbossa the map and risk something bad and potentially dangerous happening to him, giving away his only advantage or...Barbossa would dump him and his crew on some island and sail away with the ship they needed. Either way, Barbossa was going to get the location and maybe this way Jack could keep the ship. Barbossa tapped his fingers on the table waiting impatiently.
"Well?" He growled after a while of watching Jack stall. The young captain took his feet off the table and stood again, something he knew would annoy Barbossa. He went to the cabinet in the corner, turned and leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest watching Barbossa.
"Okay," He said finally, stomach clenching. This was so wrong yet what other choices did he have? "The map in under that one that's by your left hand." Barbossa moved the map beside him revealing the two pieces of the one beneath, the yellowing paper reading plainly the map's intended location. Barbossa picked it up carefully and moved it so it sat in front of him, eyes roving over the surface, a strange look on his face.
"Well, well." He said vaguely and Jack swallowed hard. Barbossa's eyes flicked up at him and he smiled. "This be a real venture then, I was begginin' ta think it was only child's play..." He chuckled softly. "Wonders eh? Curse, though..." He seemed to be talking to himself, ignoring his captain who stood in the corner. "That be child's play." Suddenly he stood up, knocking the table slightly and sending the apple core rolling away from the compass and on to the floor. "I must be checkin' on the crew." He strode away, Jack watching him until he'd closed the door and disappeared into the rain. Slowly, Jack moved from the cabinet to the table, picked up the compass and stuck it into his sash.
Later on, when they'd begun to move again, Jack sat at the table, watching a light rain mist his window, head on the table and mind preoccupied so that he didn't heard Bill knock or enter. "Jack, can we talk?" He asked. Jack looked up and nodded. Bill sat on a chair in the corner, facing Jack, an odd look on his face.
"Who's steering?" Jack asked. Bill rubbed his face and didn't answer. "Barbossa, right?" He nodded and Jack sighed. He shouldn't have told him.
"There's been talk, Jack, talk about a...about a mutiny." Jack smiled slightly and sat up to better look at his friend, he'd been expecting this. "Barbossa's organizing it, he wants to be captain." Bill stopped and stood up again, pacing the room, his forehead creased. "I don't want to Jack, you...you know I don't but...I have to." He stopped to watch his friend, "I have to support my family, Rebecca and Will..." Jack held up a hand in a motion of silence.
"I know." He said simply. "That's why I want you and the crew to go along with Barbossa and his..." Jack restrained himself from adding childish insults, "Men. Tell those loyal to me to fight against me..."
"But," Bill started but Jack over road him.
"No, Bill! That's an order! If you fight with me, you'll only get yourselves killed. Just, do what I say and trust me, kay?" He grabbed Bill's arm and tugged him to the door. "Go, tell them." Bill refused to be pushed out like this.
"It's tonight Jack. Why should I trust you, you always get into trouble." Jack smiled and opened the door into the light rain. Men nearby turned to watch as Jack pushed his friend out roughly.
"Why? Because I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy?" And with out another word he closed the door.
Jack sat in the darkness of his cabin, listing to the light rain hitting his cabin roof and windows, watching it roll down the windowpanes, reflecting in the moonlight. It would be soon, too soon...and he'd be alone.
He'd turned off all the lights in his cabin an hour ago, so they thought he was asleep and had sat there ever since thinking about life and the future...what ever it may be. He vowed though, if he survived tonight, he would kill Barbossa and take back the Black Pearl.
A weird noise outside his cabin door alerted him and he stood, moving from his seat in the shadows. Watching from his hiding spot, Jack watched the door open and two dark shapes move into the room, each had their swords out in front of them, ready to strike. They moved in the darkness to the bed.
Slowly, Jack snuck up behind them, his own cutlass raised. It was Pintel and Ragetti, easy. "Do ye think we should stab him, or take him alive?" Asked Ragetti in a whisper. Jack shook his head, what idiots.
"I think captain Barbossa is wanting him alive." Pintel answered in a more normal voice. Jack decided this was enough. He moved swiftly, closed the door with a soft click and watched as the darkened figures turned towards him in surprise.
"Hello, boys." He said. "Did ye think ye could sneak up on me so easily? Ye were being loud enough to wake the dead." Ragetti squeaked and fell backwards, tripping over the bed and rolling sideways onto the floor. Pintel though stood his ground but, by the light coming in through the cabin window, Jack could see he was shaking.
"Cap'n Barbossa wants the ship. We're supposed to take ye to him." He said shakily. Jack smiled.
"Oh, ye think ye can take me?" The door opened behind him and Jack turned to see a large figure in the doorway. Captain Barbossa.
"Everyone's turned on ye Sparrow." He said gruffly, drawing his cutlass in one hand, a gun in the other, pointing directly at Jack. "Even young Bootstrap's against you. Ye have nowhere to go, the ship is mine." Jack shook his head.
"This ship will always be mine." He replied.
Barbossa laughed gruffly and walked forward. "Even when yer dead? I think not." The shot took Jack by surprise as it rushed past his right side, cutting the fabric of his shirt and tearing a deep gash in his skin.
Jack staggered and hit the table, grabbing a small knife on the table and throwing it as hard as he could at one of the shapes. Ragetti screamed, falling to his knees and clutching his face but Jack didn't care. With the distraction, he ran from the cabin and out into the light rainy deck. There he met more enemies.
Twigg came at him, slashing and cutting. Jack managed to dodge him but was met by another and then another. He managed to get up the wheel, gripping his side only to run smack into Dickerson. There was a pained look in his eyes as the two friends turned to face each other, swords raised.
"I'm sorry Jack." He whispered. He slashed at Jack's bloody side but Jack blocked, sending Dickerson into the railing and noting dimly that the man was usually a better fighter then that. As he turned to go back to the stairs he was met by Bill and as usual his bootstraps were untied.
"Do it Bill." Jack whispered as his friend hesitated, looking down at Dickerson sitting on the deck. "You have to think about Rebecca and Will. The treasure of the Isla de Muerta will be enough to look after them for years and years." Bill frowned and then attacked hard and fast, coming at Jack with crushing blows. "Trying to make it look good, eh?" Jack growled. Bill allowed himself to smile slightly.
"Have to, don't I? I told you it wasn't a good idea." Jack shrugged and ducked Bill's arm, the sword whooshing past his ear.
"Yeah, yeah, brag, brag, I should...have listened to...Bill Turner, he's so...damn intelligent." Jack panted, swing back and spinning on the spot to block another hard blow. Bill laughed, the noise barely recognizable over the shouts of Barbossa's crew below, cheering Bill on with yells of 'Go Bootstrap'.
"Bootstrap, interesting...name mate. What...you smell like...a boot...to?" Jack asked. Bill nodded and lunged, missing Jack and burying his blade into the side of the ship. Jack was about to tell him off when Bill was joined by Mourison. "Question, why...do they hate...me?"
"They don't." Mourison growled, "Barbossa hates you and thinks your soft, far to young to be a captain."
"Soft?" Jack asked, ducking under Bill's swing and jumping Mourison's. "I am not soft, I...hate killing but...well...with Barbossa I'll...make an exception." Mourison smiled and came around at him from behind. They fought like this for sometime until Jack suddenly felt dizzy. Looking down he saw his side was gushing blood from his exertion. Falling to his knees, Bill brought his sword to Jack's neck and held it there, the rain pinging gently off the metal.
"Parlay." Jack whispered, falling back, Mourison grabbing him and lifting him gently to his feet. Barbossa came forward and stood in front of Jack, watching him. "Barbossa, we need to talk."
"I'm all ears, an' it'll be Captain to ye Sparrow." He looked at Mourison, "Tie him to the mast." Bill and Mourison helped Jack down the stairs from the wheel and sat him down with his back to the mast, tying the cords tight around him. When they were done they moved just out of his line of vision and Barbossa stepped forward.
"Getting your women to do all your dirty work Barbossa?" Jack hissed and many of the men around him, behind Barbossa growled at him. Barbossa clucked his tongue.
"Careful Sparrow. Remember who's tied to the mast and who's not." He said evilly. Jack smiled and then began to laugh, his head resting against the rough wood behind him. Barbossa watched him with a soar look on his ugly face.
"Yeah, well...we'll see." Jack said simply. Now it was Barbossa's turn to laugh.
"Ye have no friends anymore Jack, even the treasure was to much to pass up. Do ye know why I took over the ship and mutinied against you?" Jack rolled his eyes. Did he really care?
"Yes, ye were jealous." Babrossa grinned. "Also, ye're greedy and it really doesn't matter. Everyone's the same in hell." Barbossa chose to ignore this comment and crouched down in front of the young captain.
"It's because yer weak. Ye wouldn't even let us kill Captain Dale who is still in out brig. Her an' her crew posed a continuous threat an' as cap'n I will get rid of that threat."
Jack closed his eyes against the wind as it bough spatters of cold rain into his face. "Now." Barbossa said, standing up. Jack could hear him moving away across the deck. "I think I'll go to my cabin now." With that he was gone. The crew around Jack moved off to their duties, the excitement over. Jack opened his eyes again to see his six loyal crewmembers at the rail, watching him.
"What?" Jack asked. Dickerson moved forward a step, took a fearful look at the captain's cabin and then came another step closer.
"We're so sorry, Jack...we..." Jack shook his head.
"Ye did what I told ye. Now go, before people get suspicious."
Jack didn't sleep at all that night between the rain pouring down harder around midnight and the occasional kick and taunt from Barbossa's men. The next day was no better. His side ached, his head pounded, his throat felt raw and scratchy and his stomach growled from hunger.
Ragetti appeared around noon the next day as the sun beat down hard apon them, casting Jack in a burning glow causing sweat to trickle down his face in long beads and making breathing almost impossible.
Ragetti's face was caked in dried blood, bandages over one of his eyes. He told them how Jack had thrown the knife in the dark, taking out his eye. Jack grinned in satisfaction and hoped it hurt like hell.
"So, what do ye plan to do with me mate?" He asked Barbossa who sat on the rail across from him, chewing an apple and lavishing in the sound of 'Cap'n' Before his name, ordering people around and laughing at the small injuries his haste was providing.
"What do ye say to...say a nice beach with a wonderful view an' all yer own?" He asked. Jack smiled slightly.
"A vacation? Excellent." He answered making Barbossa laugh.
"Or we could keel haul you." He said. Jack's stomach twisted. Barbossa was just crazy enough to.
"I like the island better." He said simply. Barbossa grinned and looked around.
"A slow death with a starvin' belly is yer taste eh? Very well. We're comin' up on the island now." He laughed evilly and threw the apple at Jack. It hit the mast above his head and broke, spraying him with bits of apple and juice.
The island, Jack saw as they untied him and pulled him to his feet, was not really an island, more of a small bit of sand in the middle of the ocean with a few palm trees, so small you could see the whole thing by standing at one end. In the middle there was a place where Jack could find shade but it was so out of the way there was no possible way anyone would find him.
Bill pushed him forward towards the plank and held tight to his arm, the men around them whistling and yelling insults as Jack waited for Barbossa to come out of his cabin. The heat had made his head spin and he was sure he was frying from the inside out.
"Let me go Bill, the water looks so nice and cool." He muttered thickly. Bill shook him.
"Jack, are you off yer rocker?" He muttered back, looking around. "I think the sun's fried yer brain." Jack smiled and swayed backwards into Bill, knocking the other man over. "Whoa, watch out." Barbossa's voice brought Jack to himself however and he turned to see the other walking forward holding a pistol.
"Are ye goin' to be nice enough to give me a shot?" He asked thickly, swaying forward, inches from Barbossa. The other man smiled.
"Bill, take his sword and anything else he has on him." Bill reached into his sash and Jack felt him empty it but for the compass and letter from Roger. Barbossa handed Bill the gun, which he tucked into the sash at the back.
"Untie him." Barbossa ordered. Jack's hands were untied and Bill led him none too gently to the end of the plank.
"Sorry Jack, you know I have to." Bill whispered. Jack nodded and wobbled onto the plank. Without a word, he pitched forward and was engulfed by the cool waves.
To my reviewers:
Alteng: thanks for the long review, my friend taylor freaked when she saw it, it was hilarious! Oaky, thanks for yer input, your probably right about Pintel and Ragetti not being on Barbossa's original crew but I wouldn't know...they are the 'women' on board, no doubt about it. Don't drop the soap! I mean, those pirates would have been horney, that could be why they kept them around. (Sorry, I know you like them...) Tall drink of water! That made me laugh so hard, it was so funny man! Okay...composing myself...I thought Spanish would be easier with years of French but we'll see...with all these launguages my head'll explode! Oh, for my other story, I hope you don't mind but I'm going to use the whole took a while for them to feel the curse thing so if you read it don't kill me please. I made Ragetti 'mousy' as in a little fraidy squeak, I know he's not small. Loosing his sanity, what sanity did he have? Please keep reading.
DragonHunter200: hey, how's it going? I haven't seen that movie with Johnny in a dress...maybe I should...my dad says he's really a woman but my dad doesn't like me looking at guys, especially guys around his age! So, I won't watch it with him around. I couldn't think of irony or a twist with that so a woman popped into my head, most of Jack's plans fail in someway but all come together in the end. See ya around, hoped you liked the chapter.