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Chapter Eleven
Jack continued to stroll the deck, his face fell considerably, and he had no rum left to cheer himself up. He knelt down and peered through the gaping hole to the deck below, where two crew members were doing the best they could to bale out the excess water. He was still kneeling there when Annamaria approached.
"Jack." She began.
"Aye?" He said, getting up.
"Land has been sighted, I think it be an island, name of Rhydon."
"Rhydon?"
"Yeah, I know. Not the best we could have hoped for, but it will do to prepare the ship and buy new stores."
Jack nodded. "Make for Rhyd..Rhydon, then."
Annamaria nodded. "Aye Cap'n." she said before walking off.
Jack had heard tales about Rhydon, many of them had come from the time when he was in the cell at Port Royal. The Pirates he had been imprisoned with were certainly a talkative lot. Rhydon Island, was almost the equivalent of Tortuga. Almost. Tortuga was a bit of harmless fun, a chance for good dishonest men to enjoy themselves with a few drinks and a prostitute on either arm. But Rhydon Island was all together a very different place. Jack had been there only once, and that had been of short duration, this was almost seventeen years ago, and had been in the company of Barbossa.
He looked around at the blank faces of his crew, as Annamaria shouted the news, it was clear half of them hadn't even heard of Rhydon Island. Several of them weren't even listening.
Elizabeth and Will appeared from the lower deck. Elizabeth, unlike the crew, had heard of the Island.
"But Jack, we cannot possibly go there! It is an evil place, where people are killed for a mere two shillings, and women raped and violated to satisfy the lust of men. The commodore was once asked to send a group of men from the navy there to help control the situation, but no man wished to go. Rhydon Island continued to float further and further away from decent society." Elizabeth said. "Jack, as soon as we set foot on the golden sands we shall be robbed of everything valuable and then killed." She informed him.
Jack nodded, then shook his head. He pulled Elizabeth aside. "I know what Rhydon is like, Liz. But look at the ship, she cannot handle another day at sea, let alone a week, Rhydon is the nearest place for days. We don't have a choice."
"In that case Captain Jack Sparrow, I shall follow your lead."
"Thanks."
"But believe me when I say, how much I shall enjoy saying 'I told you so' when the worst comes to the worst."
"If the worst comes to the worst." Jack pointed out.
"Oh please Jack, you know that island!"
"It may have changed slightly in the last seventeen years."
"Yes, it's got worse." Elizabeth said, angrily.
Will was listening in the background. He had never heard of the island before, but from what Elizabeth said, he was glad to be ignorant of it's existence. He sighed as Elizabeth and Jack continued to argue. There was no way Jack was going to risk losing his precious ship, and the only way to save her was to pay a call to the infamous Island, no matter what Liz or anybody else said.
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There was no actual port on Rhydon Island, just a small harbour, as ships ventured there very little, and at their own risk. They grew their own food, made their own rum, and stitched their own clothes, the island was almost a recluse, keeping it's self to it's self. So the Black Pearl anchored offshore. Jack took a final look over the ship before, him and Will, Gibbs and Cotton, clambered into one of the rowing boats.
Jack's estimation of the damage was a week to repair it, if they could find the parts. The four rowed ashore, leaving the rest to watch over the Black Pearl. Jack was determined that nothing should happen to his ship.
His booted feet stepped out on to the sand, as the four dragged the rowing boat up the cove and tied it to a rock. "So, er.do you recognise anything?" Will muttered.
Jack shrugged a reply, as the group began to walk up the beach. The cove was deserted, which surprised Will, he had expected swarms of thieves to grab him at first sight, but there was no one as far as the eye could see.
Jack continued up the beach, and the others were happy to follow his lead.
Will eventually, tired of lagging behind the captain, ran to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" He demanded.
Jack stopped and twirled round. "Well we can't stay 'ere now can we? We as to go into town." He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, before he continued to walk.
"And how far is 'town'?" Will asked, cautiously.
"I'll know when we get there."
"You don't know where we're going, do you?" Will asked.
"'Course I do." Jack replied, in a very unconvincing tone.
Will rolled his eyes as he followed after the eccentric captain. Gibbs and Cotton were muttering to each other, or rather Gibbs was muttering to Cotton. Mr Cotton's Parrot was swaying sleepily on his shoulder, calling out the odd word every so often.
But by Will's reckoning they were going further and further away from the town. Eventually he voiced his doubts to a not very pleased Jack.
Jack took a swig of rum from the last remaining bottle. "So I haven't bin entirely honest. We not be going to the town."
"Why not? How else are we going to repair the ship." Will began.
Jack waved his hands in the air. "Let me finish. When I was last here, Barbossa and I got into a spot of bother, we were banished from Rhydon."
"So how the hell."
"Can you just shut up and listen for like one moment? There is someone who can 'elp us, she helped me and Barbossa escape last time. She'll help us again."
"So that's where we're going? To some slag's house, some slag who has a soft spot for you?" Will demanded, he didn't really mean what he was saying, but anger was bubbling inside of him. Why did Jack lie about everything? Why were they in this bloody situation in the first place?
But it seemed he had gone to far. Jack's fist came out of nowhere, knocking him to the ground. Jack looked down at him. "Nobody calls Jo a slag." He said, pointedly.
Will scowled as he clambered up from the sand. He was about to punch Jack back but Gibbs grabbed him from behind. "Has it come to this? Do we have nought better to do lad then fight among ourselves?" He demanded. Will opened his mouth to argue, but sighed, realising that Gibbs was probably right.
Jack had already carried on walking, talking extravagantly to Cotton. The silence of his replies did not bother Jack in the slightest, in fact he preferred it that way. He wasn't a listener, he liked to talk at people, rather then talk to them. And Cotton, well he was the example of a perfect listener. Gibbs and Will walked slightly behind the other two. Will grumbling as a bruise began to form on his face.
Chapter Eleven
Jack continued to stroll the deck, his face fell considerably, and he had no rum left to cheer himself up. He knelt down and peered through the gaping hole to the deck below, where two crew members were doing the best they could to bale out the excess water. He was still kneeling there when Annamaria approached.
"Jack." She began.
"Aye?" He said, getting up.
"Land has been sighted, I think it be an island, name of Rhydon."
"Rhydon?"
"Yeah, I know. Not the best we could have hoped for, but it will do to prepare the ship and buy new stores."
Jack nodded. "Make for Rhyd..Rhydon, then."
Annamaria nodded. "Aye Cap'n." she said before walking off.
Jack had heard tales about Rhydon, many of them had come from the time when he was in the cell at Port Royal. The Pirates he had been imprisoned with were certainly a talkative lot. Rhydon Island, was almost the equivalent of Tortuga. Almost. Tortuga was a bit of harmless fun, a chance for good dishonest men to enjoy themselves with a few drinks and a prostitute on either arm. But Rhydon Island was all together a very different place. Jack had been there only once, and that had been of short duration, this was almost seventeen years ago, and had been in the company of Barbossa.
He looked around at the blank faces of his crew, as Annamaria shouted the news, it was clear half of them hadn't even heard of Rhydon Island. Several of them weren't even listening.
Elizabeth and Will appeared from the lower deck. Elizabeth, unlike the crew, had heard of the Island.
"But Jack, we cannot possibly go there! It is an evil place, where people are killed for a mere two shillings, and women raped and violated to satisfy the lust of men. The commodore was once asked to send a group of men from the navy there to help control the situation, but no man wished to go. Rhydon Island continued to float further and further away from decent society." Elizabeth said. "Jack, as soon as we set foot on the golden sands we shall be robbed of everything valuable and then killed." She informed him.
Jack nodded, then shook his head. He pulled Elizabeth aside. "I know what Rhydon is like, Liz. But look at the ship, she cannot handle another day at sea, let alone a week, Rhydon is the nearest place for days. We don't have a choice."
"In that case Captain Jack Sparrow, I shall follow your lead."
"Thanks."
"But believe me when I say, how much I shall enjoy saying 'I told you so' when the worst comes to the worst."
"If the worst comes to the worst." Jack pointed out.
"Oh please Jack, you know that island!"
"It may have changed slightly in the last seventeen years."
"Yes, it's got worse." Elizabeth said, angrily.
Will was listening in the background. He had never heard of the island before, but from what Elizabeth said, he was glad to be ignorant of it's existence. He sighed as Elizabeth and Jack continued to argue. There was no way Jack was going to risk losing his precious ship, and the only way to save her was to pay a call to the infamous Island, no matter what Liz or anybody else said.
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There was no actual port on Rhydon Island, just a small harbour, as ships ventured there very little, and at their own risk. They grew their own food, made their own rum, and stitched their own clothes, the island was almost a recluse, keeping it's self to it's self. So the Black Pearl anchored offshore. Jack took a final look over the ship before, him and Will, Gibbs and Cotton, clambered into one of the rowing boats.
Jack's estimation of the damage was a week to repair it, if they could find the parts. The four rowed ashore, leaving the rest to watch over the Black Pearl. Jack was determined that nothing should happen to his ship.
His booted feet stepped out on to the sand, as the four dragged the rowing boat up the cove and tied it to a rock. "So, er.do you recognise anything?" Will muttered.
Jack shrugged a reply, as the group began to walk up the beach. The cove was deserted, which surprised Will, he had expected swarms of thieves to grab him at first sight, but there was no one as far as the eye could see.
Jack continued up the beach, and the others were happy to follow his lead.
Will eventually, tired of lagging behind the captain, ran to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" He demanded.
Jack stopped and twirled round. "Well we can't stay 'ere now can we? We as to go into town." He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, before he continued to walk.
"And how far is 'town'?" Will asked, cautiously.
"I'll know when we get there."
"You don't know where we're going, do you?" Will asked.
"'Course I do." Jack replied, in a very unconvincing tone.
Will rolled his eyes as he followed after the eccentric captain. Gibbs and Cotton were muttering to each other, or rather Gibbs was muttering to Cotton. Mr Cotton's Parrot was swaying sleepily on his shoulder, calling out the odd word every so often.
But by Will's reckoning they were going further and further away from the town. Eventually he voiced his doubts to a not very pleased Jack.
Jack took a swig of rum from the last remaining bottle. "So I haven't bin entirely honest. We not be going to the town."
"Why not? How else are we going to repair the ship." Will began.
Jack waved his hands in the air. "Let me finish. When I was last here, Barbossa and I got into a spot of bother, we were banished from Rhydon."
"So how the hell."
"Can you just shut up and listen for like one moment? There is someone who can 'elp us, she helped me and Barbossa escape last time. She'll help us again."
"So that's where we're going? To some slag's house, some slag who has a soft spot for you?" Will demanded, he didn't really mean what he was saying, but anger was bubbling inside of him. Why did Jack lie about everything? Why were they in this bloody situation in the first place?
But it seemed he had gone to far. Jack's fist came out of nowhere, knocking him to the ground. Jack looked down at him. "Nobody calls Jo a slag." He said, pointedly.
Will scowled as he clambered up from the sand. He was about to punch Jack back but Gibbs grabbed him from behind. "Has it come to this? Do we have nought better to do lad then fight among ourselves?" He demanded. Will opened his mouth to argue, but sighed, realising that Gibbs was probably right.
Jack had already carried on walking, talking extravagantly to Cotton. The silence of his replies did not bother Jack in the slightest, in fact he preferred it that way. He wasn't a listener, he liked to talk at people, rather then talk to them. And Cotton, well he was the example of a perfect listener. Gibbs and Will walked slightly behind the other two. Will grumbling as a bruise began to form on his face.