Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned Pirates of the
Caribbean(unfortunately) But Scarlet, is every inch mine. So please, stop
asking.
Author's Notes, this is actually only my third fic on this site, so bear with me if you don't like it, and review. Oh, and if you actually read this type, I AM A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS in your review, it lets me know you're thinking of me.
Strange Bird
Chapter Two
The ship was nice enough, well cared for, wood in good condition, the only thing out of place were the ropes that hung tautly over the edge of the ship the whole way around, strange, but true.
The gangplank made a dull thud as it landed on the other ship. Jack stepped onto it and gently, but drunkenly, made his way to the other side. He jumped onto the deck. It hadn't just been his eyesight (it was impeccable) the deck was deserted.
The sails moved to and fro of their own volition. "Mates, search the ship, any people you find, bring to me, any valuable cargo, load it onto the Pearl." For a few moments his men just stood there, looking at the deserted deck nervously.
Jack's drunken manner evaporated, this was not acceptable and he angrily shouted, "I said now, you bilge rats!" At that, their feet moved with impressive speed, and they scattered like water on concrete.
Captain Sparrow had gotten out of several potentially unhealthy situations by relying on his intuition and wit. Right now, his intuition was not pleased; it was battering his brain with the beats of a bird's wings.
What kind of ship was left sailing with no one on the deck? He started down the stairs to below decks, impressed already by the ship's easy stride through the sea. Jack turned left into the first cabin he encountered, pushing the door open with his right hand. Apparently, the Captain's Quarters.
Well furnished, with plush woods being the man theme. A mahogany desk on the far left wall, littered with the miscellany of a ship captain: compass, maps, and...ah, here was a strange thing, a pistol.
Jack strode to the desk, picked it up, and checked it, empty. He passed the fabric draped bed out the door and went into the next one he saw. It was the crew's galley. In that room was one of the funniest things the famed Captain of The Black Pearl had ever seen.
*****
Twenty or so men all dressed in British sailing uniform, some of higher rank than others. All tied together with a long bit of rope. It wrapped around them as a whole, then began to twine in the feet of the outer ring of people. Then it spiraled inward, tangling some people with others and preventing separation.
But this was not the funniest thing, oh no. They were all trying to escape, every one of them, and they were all going in different directions. One group would get an extra hard start one way and the other group connected to their bit of rope would be jerked backwards, so they would retaliate by pulling forward even harder.
The result was what looked like a severely twisted form of the game tug-of- war. Jack grinned that infuriating grin, that he had crafted specially, so that it universally drove everyone mad by silently saying, "You'd never catch me in a situation like this," and proceeded to walk towards them.
When the group saw that they were no longer alone, the escape attempts abruptly ceased and they began to shout at him to help them, raising a great and ear-harassing clamor.
Jack let the din rise to a climax that was at the point of being unbearable, then he raised his hand and shouted quite loudly, "Silence!" Quiet immediately fell, and Jack now smiled good naturedly, "Now gentlemen, one of you please be so kind as to explain." At once the noise started again, and Jack held his hand back up and waited for them to be quiet. He pointed to a rather important looking man with an askew gray wig, "You, explain."
Author's Notes, this is actually only my third fic on this site, so bear with me if you don't like it, and review. Oh, and if you actually read this type, I AM A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS in your review, it lets me know you're thinking of me.
Strange Bird
Chapter Two
The ship was nice enough, well cared for, wood in good condition, the only thing out of place were the ropes that hung tautly over the edge of the ship the whole way around, strange, but true.
The gangplank made a dull thud as it landed on the other ship. Jack stepped onto it and gently, but drunkenly, made his way to the other side. He jumped onto the deck. It hadn't just been his eyesight (it was impeccable) the deck was deserted.
The sails moved to and fro of their own volition. "Mates, search the ship, any people you find, bring to me, any valuable cargo, load it onto the Pearl." For a few moments his men just stood there, looking at the deserted deck nervously.
Jack's drunken manner evaporated, this was not acceptable and he angrily shouted, "I said now, you bilge rats!" At that, their feet moved with impressive speed, and they scattered like water on concrete.
Captain Sparrow had gotten out of several potentially unhealthy situations by relying on his intuition and wit. Right now, his intuition was not pleased; it was battering his brain with the beats of a bird's wings.
What kind of ship was left sailing with no one on the deck? He started down the stairs to below decks, impressed already by the ship's easy stride through the sea. Jack turned left into the first cabin he encountered, pushing the door open with his right hand. Apparently, the Captain's Quarters.
Well furnished, with plush woods being the man theme. A mahogany desk on the far left wall, littered with the miscellany of a ship captain: compass, maps, and...ah, here was a strange thing, a pistol.
Jack strode to the desk, picked it up, and checked it, empty. He passed the fabric draped bed out the door and went into the next one he saw. It was the crew's galley. In that room was one of the funniest things the famed Captain of The Black Pearl had ever seen.
*****
Twenty or so men all dressed in British sailing uniform, some of higher rank than others. All tied together with a long bit of rope. It wrapped around them as a whole, then began to twine in the feet of the outer ring of people. Then it spiraled inward, tangling some people with others and preventing separation.
But this was not the funniest thing, oh no. They were all trying to escape, every one of them, and they were all going in different directions. One group would get an extra hard start one way and the other group connected to their bit of rope would be jerked backwards, so they would retaliate by pulling forward even harder.
The result was what looked like a severely twisted form of the game tug-of- war. Jack grinned that infuriating grin, that he had crafted specially, so that it universally drove everyone mad by silently saying, "You'd never catch me in a situation like this," and proceeded to walk towards them.
When the group saw that they were no longer alone, the escape attempts abruptly ceased and they began to shout at him to help them, raising a great and ear-harassing clamor.
Jack let the din rise to a climax that was at the point of being unbearable, then he raised his hand and shouted quite loudly, "Silence!" Quiet immediately fell, and Jack now smiled good naturedly, "Now gentlemen, one of you please be so kind as to explain." At once the noise started again, and Jack held his hand back up and waited for them to be quiet. He pointed to a rather important looking man with an askew gray wig, "You, explain."