Man, I'm taking a long time with my chapters! Sorry.
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Donovan and Jack walked across the deck of the ship. They moved past the bloodstained and bloodthirsty pirates, across the floor of dark wood to the cabin.
"Where are we going?" asked Jack nervously.
"To the cabin," answered Donovan. "We're going to have a little chat."
"Ah, I see," said Jack. He was extremely uncomfortable going into the cabin where there were probably dozens of pirates, all armed and ready to cut his throat – or belly.
"How many of your good men are in there?"
"Oh, about twenty odd buccaneers, I reckon. We're going to my personal cabin, so no one will be in there."
"Well, that's a relief," said Jack, not relieved at all that they were going to the Captain's Cabin.
Donovan opened the door to reveal a scene of chaos. The pirates who had spare time were spending it drinking, gambling, fighting, yelling, and other drunken activities. A gunshot went off and one pirate's kneecap bent backwards bloodily. Jack grimaced.
"Bit like Tortuga, innit?" he said.
"Oh, yes," said Donovan. "I remember Tortuga. I very nearly ransacked the entire thing when I was there."
"What stopped you?" asked Jack.
"Well, by the time we were half done, we'd almost got too much gold already to carry back so we figured we'd leave it at that," replied Donovan.
"Ah."
"Go in, go in."
And Jack, drawing his sword as he went, walked into the cabin. Donovan followed, slamming the door behind him.
* * *
"Oh, God," said Aragorn, looking at the pirate ship through a spyglass.
"What is it?" asked Will.
"Jack's gone inside," said Aragorn. "Inside the cabin. It was bad enough on the deck, but at least then we could see him."
"He's in dead trouble," said Will seriously.
"If he doesn't hurry out soon, he'll be in literally dead trouble," answered Aragorn.
"Come on, we have to do something," said Elizabeth. She began to turn the wheel to the starboard.
* * *
On the deck of the Fell Strike, two pirates leaned against the railing on the port side of the deck. One was sixty-seven, with white hair and his right eye slowly going blind. The other was his grandson, who was nineteen years old with brown hair and blue eyes. His shirt was open down the chest to the navel.
"Oi, why aren't we shootin' that ship?" said the old man.
"Because we've got to wait," replied the boy. "We have to wait until Donovan gives the orders."
"Why's'nt he givin' us the orders now, Harry?" asked the man. "I want to fire a cannon."
"I don't know," replied Harry. "We'll get to, Grandad, don' worry."
They sat there for a moment, not taking their eyes off the ship. The Grandad noticed something.
"Does that ship look like it's getting a bit – closer?"
* * *
"Sit down, Jack."
"That's Captain Jack." The Good Pirate sat down in a spiky wooden chair beside the desk in Donovan's cabin. The desk had a map of the Caribbean pinned to it with a Mayan dagger. Donovan did not sit, but moved over to a drinks cabinet beside his bed. He opened the cabinet.
"Well, what would you like to drink, Captain Jack?" he said, showing him the selection. "I have most drinks you can think of."
"Mostly stolen, I presume?"
"Yes, yes, or smuggled," said Donovan off-handedly. "Sometimes both."
"Nothing for me, thanks," said Jack. He wasn't fool enough to drink from a pirate's stores.
"Come on, we're old friends. Have a drink, as a reunion toast."
"I'm not terribly – "He stopped seeing Donovan casually gripping the hilt of his cutlass. "Rum," he said quickly.
"Plenty of that lying around," replied Donovan, relinquishing his sword and extracting two bottles of rum, a round one and a square one. He examined the two and then passed the square bottle to Jack.
"Cheers," he replied. He raised the bottle cautiously to his lips and instead of drinking, sniffed it. It smelled rather peculiar, for rum...was it foreign?
"What is it?" asked Donovan suspiciously, heartily taking a swig from his bottle.
"Your rum is a different colour than mine," said Jack, thinking quickly.
"Different brands, aren't they?" said Donovan.
"Are they from different places?" asked Jack.
"No, both Cuban," said Donovan.
Jack sniffed it again. It did not smell Cuban.
"This rum is poisoned," he said, putting the bottle down slowly.
Donovan's mouth contorted into a wide, twisted grin, revealing a set of unusually white (in that day) teeth and several golden ones.
"You've still got that brain on you, I see, Jack," he said evilly.
"Have you got a screw loose?" said Jack.
"No, no, or I would have just taken you head on, sword to sword," answered Donovan. "I know your skill is in that area."
Jack jumped onto the desk and drew his sword, only there was no sword. Donovan extracted it from under his desk, dangling it by the guard from his right forefinger.
"My skills, on the other hand," he said, "are in other areas."
"Years on the sea must have affected your brain," retorted Jack. "Why are you trying to poison me, your mate?"
"I have no friendship with those who travel amongst the British Navy," said Donovan. "If there is one thing I do not abide it is a pirate allying with the Limeys. It is to us as treason is to them."
Jack made a swipe for his sword, but Donovan whipped it around and carved a slice in his arm. Jack stumbled backwards off the desk.
"You don't understand," he said, now very worried. "I'm not allied with them, I commandeered their ship."
"A likely story. Why, when you have your own, fast, powerful ship to use? No, as far as I'm concerned, you are nothing more than an insect. And you can be squashed as one."
He raised Jack's sword to shoulder height and pointed it, backing Jack into the wall of the cabin. Jack turned the handle of the door and pulled, but it was bolted shut.
"So here ends the infamous Jack Sparrow, impaled on his own sword," said Donovan. He put the sword to Jack's throat.
Suddenly the whole ship shook with such force that Donovan was almost thrown off balance. Taking advantage of the moment, Jack seized his sword by the blade and brought it back to himself. With no notice of the gash he now had in his palm, he flipped the hilt into his hand and plunged the blade into Donovan's stomach. The pirate gave a roar of fury and toppled backwards, knocking his desk over and falling onto the floor with it.
Jack, disturbed at what he just did, slid his sword back into his belt. He undid the bolt on the door and took off through it. There was one pirate left in the cabin. He turned to look at Jack.
"Where is the captain?" he demanded.
"He fell down," said Jack. He took his pistol out of his belt and cocked it.
"I'll take you single-handed, Sparrow!" said the pirate. Jack pulled the trigger and shot him down where he stood.
"Brilliant fight you put up there," said Jack. He hurried to the door and tore out to the deck.
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You want to get some ointment on that, Donovan; it could get infected. Hehehe...I'm so slow at getting chapters up.
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Donovan and Jack walked across the deck of the ship. They moved past the bloodstained and bloodthirsty pirates, across the floor of dark wood to the cabin.
"Where are we going?" asked Jack nervously.
"To the cabin," answered Donovan. "We're going to have a little chat."
"Ah, I see," said Jack. He was extremely uncomfortable going into the cabin where there were probably dozens of pirates, all armed and ready to cut his throat – or belly.
"How many of your good men are in there?"
"Oh, about twenty odd buccaneers, I reckon. We're going to my personal cabin, so no one will be in there."
"Well, that's a relief," said Jack, not relieved at all that they were going to the Captain's Cabin.
Donovan opened the door to reveal a scene of chaos. The pirates who had spare time were spending it drinking, gambling, fighting, yelling, and other drunken activities. A gunshot went off and one pirate's kneecap bent backwards bloodily. Jack grimaced.
"Bit like Tortuga, innit?" he said.
"Oh, yes," said Donovan. "I remember Tortuga. I very nearly ransacked the entire thing when I was there."
"What stopped you?" asked Jack.
"Well, by the time we were half done, we'd almost got too much gold already to carry back so we figured we'd leave it at that," replied Donovan.
"Ah."
"Go in, go in."
And Jack, drawing his sword as he went, walked into the cabin. Donovan followed, slamming the door behind him.
* * *
"Oh, God," said Aragorn, looking at the pirate ship through a spyglass.
"What is it?" asked Will.
"Jack's gone inside," said Aragorn. "Inside the cabin. It was bad enough on the deck, but at least then we could see him."
"He's in dead trouble," said Will seriously.
"If he doesn't hurry out soon, he'll be in literally dead trouble," answered Aragorn.
"Come on, we have to do something," said Elizabeth. She began to turn the wheel to the starboard.
* * *
On the deck of the Fell Strike, two pirates leaned against the railing on the port side of the deck. One was sixty-seven, with white hair and his right eye slowly going blind. The other was his grandson, who was nineteen years old with brown hair and blue eyes. His shirt was open down the chest to the navel.
"Oi, why aren't we shootin' that ship?" said the old man.
"Because we've got to wait," replied the boy. "We have to wait until Donovan gives the orders."
"Why's'nt he givin' us the orders now, Harry?" asked the man. "I want to fire a cannon."
"I don't know," replied Harry. "We'll get to, Grandad, don' worry."
They sat there for a moment, not taking their eyes off the ship. The Grandad noticed something.
"Does that ship look like it's getting a bit – closer?"
* * *
"Sit down, Jack."
"That's Captain Jack." The Good Pirate sat down in a spiky wooden chair beside the desk in Donovan's cabin. The desk had a map of the Caribbean pinned to it with a Mayan dagger. Donovan did not sit, but moved over to a drinks cabinet beside his bed. He opened the cabinet.
"Well, what would you like to drink, Captain Jack?" he said, showing him the selection. "I have most drinks you can think of."
"Mostly stolen, I presume?"
"Yes, yes, or smuggled," said Donovan off-handedly. "Sometimes both."
"Nothing for me, thanks," said Jack. He wasn't fool enough to drink from a pirate's stores.
"Come on, we're old friends. Have a drink, as a reunion toast."
"I'm not terribly – "He stopped seeing Donovan casually gripping the hilt of his cutlass. "Rum," he said quickly.
"Plenty of that lying around," replied Donovan, relinquishing his sword and extracting two bottles of rum, a round one and a square one. He examined the two and then passed the square bottle to Jack.
"Cheers," he replied. He raised the bottle cautiously to his lips and instead of drinking, sniffed it. It smelled rather peculiar, for rum...was it foreign?
"What is it?" asked Donovan suspiciously, heartily taking a swig from his bottle.
"Your rum is a different colour than mine," said Jack, thinking quickly.
"Different brands, aren't they?" said Donovan.
"Are they from different places?" asked Jack.
"No, both Cuban," said Donovan.
Jack sniffed it again. It did not smell Cuban.
"This rum is poisoned," he said, putting the bottle down slowly.
Donovan's mouth contorted into a wide, twisted grin, revealing a set of unusually white (in that day) teeth and several golden ones.
"You've still got that brain on you, I see, Jack," he said evilly.
"Have you got a screw loose?" said Jack.
"No, no, or I would have just taken you head on, sword to sword," answered Donovan. "I know your skill is in that area."
Jack jumped onto the desk and drew his sword, only there was no sword. Donovan extracted it from under his desk, dangling it by the guard from his right forefinger.
"My skills, on the other hand," he said, "are in other areas."
"Years on the sea must have affected your brain," retorted Jack. "Why are you trying to poison me, your mate?"
"I have no friendship with those who travel amongst the British Navy," said Donovan. "If there is one thing I do not abide it is a pirate allying with the Limeys. It is to us as treason is to them."
Jack made a swipe for his sword, but Donovan whipped it around and carved a slice in his arm. Jack stumbled backwards off the desk.
"You don't understand," he said, now very worried. "I'm not allied with them, I commandeered their ship."
"A likely story. Why, when you have your own, fast, powerful ship to use? No, as far as I'm concerned, you are nothing more than an insect. And you can be squashed as one."
He raised Jack's sword to shoulder height and pointed it, backing Jack into the wall of the cabin. Jack turned the handle of the door and pulled, but it was bolted shut.
"So here ends the infamous Jack Sparrow, impaled on his own sword," said Donovan. He put the sword to Jack's throat.
Suddenly the whole ship shook with such force that Donovan was almost thrown off balance. Taking advantage of the moment, Jack seized his sword by the blade and brought it back to himself. With no notice of the gash he now had in his palm, he flipped the hilt into his hand and plunged the blade into Donovan's stomach. The pirate gave a roar of fury and toppled backwards, knocking his desk over and falling onto the floor with it.
Jack, disturbed at what he just did, slid his sword back into his belt. He undid the bolt on the door and took off through it. There was one pirate left in the cabin. He turned to look at Jack.
"Where is the captain?" he demanded.
"He fell down," said Jack. He took his pistol out of his belt and cocked it.
"I'll take you single-handed, Sparrow!" said the pirate. Jack pulled the trigger and shot him down where he stood.
"Brilliant fight you put up there," said Jack. He hurried to the door and tore out to the deck.
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You want to get some ointment on that, Donovan; it could get infected. Hehehe...I'm so slow at getting chapters up.