Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean; therefore, I must
resort to writing fanfic. Believe me, as fun as fanfic is, I would rather
be lying on some beach with a mansion to my name but hopefully not watching
anybody sailing away with my ship. Anyway, Disney is the sole owner of
Pirates of the Caribbean but I own original characters such as Capt. Wym
Aureillia, original objects such as the Fathomless Crypt (sorry ship not
object, my mistake), and plot.
Please review with constructive criticism and comments! I'm especially open to constructive crit. Merci beaucoup!
The first few chapters are set a year before the film. R&R and enjoy!
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Not this time! Sparrow thought and fled to safety behind a stack of barrels away from the water. It was there that he waited for the battle to ensue.
Of course, that would have been a good place to duck out of sight but Sparrow wanted to be sure that he could see the coming events. Bloody cold and dark too.
Sparrow turned and sprinted (stumbled quickly with arms out stretched) towards the Faithful Bride, saw the Pearl nearing the docks, and promptly turned around in mid step back to the barrels.
He waited silently for the rowboats of the Pearl, that he knew so well, to drop. The streets of Tortuga were dramatically quiet. Even the most dimwitted and "daring" men of Tortuga were slipping away from the docks and into the inner streets, many with their arm hooked firmly around a harlot's waist.
Despite the evacuations taking place around her, the young girl dressed in breeches made no attempt to flee. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ragged sails of the Pearl and she slowly turned so that her entire body was exposed to the approaching ghost ship.
"Fool of a lass," Sparrow muttered. No doubt the lass was pirate but her bravado was outdistancing her common sense. "She's not heard the tales." Sparrow made no attempt to inform her and watched with something close to amusement. Sparrow had always made a point of waiting for the opportune moment.
To Sparrow's surprise the lass brought her arm out and around in a swinging motion stopping it out in front of her chest. Her other hand rested warily on the hilt of a sword at her belt. She put four fingers of her outstretched hand up and turned them to the side. At the signal several shadows started to emerge from various taverns and stables.
The group crept slowly forward towards the largest dock and stood waiting for the black ship to send out invaders. The lass stood at the front of the twenty or so men behind her. She looked positively vicious, similar to a calm before the storm. All of the pirates with her stood straight and silent, calm and yet armed for battle.
The first boat from the Pearl dropped.
A slightly crooked grin spread across the lass's face. She crossed her arms across her body and unsheathed two long swords quickly. She opened her mouth and out tore a war scream. The group behind her began yelling and cursing in a foreign language waving cutlasses, a few long swords, and a pistol or two.
The approaching crew of the Black Pearl returned the tirade of noise. The rowboats met the beach beside the dock and the fight began swiftly, shaking the silence of Tortuga.
The sky was dark and brooding, it was as if dusk had reached the island rather than the middle of the day. Fog obscured the features of the Black Pearl making it seem all the more a ghost ship. The cold only incensed the pirates battling and the battle became increasingly brutal.
Sparrow still crouched behind the barrels half studying the foreign pirates and half wishing that a barrel would leak at least a little grog. Looking to the water's edge where the lass was parrying and executing an unusual, but effective, series of coupés, Sparrow noticed a lone boat from the Pearl gliding through the lagoon.
"I know that hat," Sparrow murmured, watching in a mixture of distaste and amusement as Barbossa approached. "This should be interesting."
The lass whirled her way through the crowd of fighters expertly knocking away those who attempted to come near her. She fought with a more deadly passion than before and the fight parted like the Red Sea, yet it continued. She elbowed a dread locked pirate away, flipped her sword away from the Bo' sun so that he faced another opponent, and ran her sword through Pintel. She was intent on reaching the one prize she sought.
Walking right into a trap that one, Sparrow mused, watching the lass head towards Barbossa with swords gleaming.
Barbossa swung, she ducked and met. He cut across and she very nearly disarmed him. They were matched very well and Jack could hear the lass yelling over the metal clashing and cries at her opponent.
"Ye can't best me at swords Barbossa," the girl's voice came out in a lilting Irish brogue. The girl swiped forward to inch the Captain back.
"Yer daft lass, ye know nothing of us," Barbossa sneered back almost being disarmed for a second time. "Ye can't beat us in the way ye be wanting."
"Aye, I've heard the tales," the girl returned. "Ye be a lot of hardy lads I be willing to bet. Being immortal an' all. But how hardy is yer fine ship?" Barbossa quirked an eyebrow and studied the girl.
"What are ye saying lass?" Barbossa asked quietly. "What's in yer head?"
"Well, Captain," she started, a calm look on her young face. "A mighty fine ship ye have an' a mighty good crew, it got me ponderin', to tell ye the truth, which is mightier." The two had now locked sword and cutlass and were simply listening to the other's words.
"I be thinking that a wee bit of testing the waters is required. Could well be why I have men waitin' with long nines on the eastern shore under heavy cover. Although I be thinkin' it is such a pretty ship to be blowin' her out of the water."
Sparrow, still crouched and nervous behind the barrels, had followed the lass's conversation with Barbossa. He got the gist of the words exchanged and it took all his self-containment not to spring up and throttle her.
"Not good!" he yelled. "Don't touch me ship!" Luckily he was not heard over the noise and came to his senses. Actually, Captain Jack Sparrow never did have any senses as compared to the ordinary man, but that is an entirely different matter.
Meanwhile, the lass still had Barbossa's weapon locked with hers and kept talking with a light yet loud tone.
"Ye can't best me at swords. Leave and ne'er return. I not be bluffing, don't go risking yer ship," she brought her free hand up and waved it lightly. Immediately a blast was heard on the eastern side of the lagoon and an enormous splash rocked the water just short of the Pearl. Sparrow winced.
Barbossa checked his cutlass out of the lock and flicked the weapon experimentally at the girl. She blocked the attack each time with her free hand still waiting to signal the cannon men. It was evident that Barbossa was thinking hard.
"To the ship ye mangy curs!" Barbossa waved his cutlass at his crew and to the boats. "Be quick about it!"
The crew of the Pearl fled under the wrath of their captain with querulous (and comical) looks on their faces. Some of the crew stumbled over loose pebbles in the sand of the beach, others leered back at the foreign pirates.
And there stood the lass triumphant and collected, an odd sight in her pirate clothes and her hair still arranged from her disguise as a noblewoman. The low, square-necked blouse and pirate regalia contrasted crazily with the tightly curled, piled knots of hair. She turned to where Sparrow was hiding and simply looked at him.
Her hair suddenly came loose and braided colourfully. Suddenly the hair was covered with a black bandana sporting an inky ostrich feather. That's not right, Jack thought and he snapped back to the present.
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How do you like this latest installment? Why don't you tell me? Keep R&R- ing (if that makes any sense)! I was going to write a special R&R song for everyone but then I thought about it and decided that might the way to go when I want to scare people away. So please review and I won't write a weird song! Thanx!
Please review with constructive criticism and comments! I'm especially open to constructive crit. Merci beaucoup!
The first few chapters are set a year before the film. R&R and enjoy!
---
Not this time! Sparrow thought and fled to safety behind a stack of barrels away from the water. It was there that he waited for the battle to ensue.
Of course, that would have been a good place to duck out of sight but Sparrow wanted to be sure that he could see the coming events. Bloody cold and dark too.
Sparrow turned and sprinted (stumbled quickly with arms out stretched) towards the Faithful Bride, saw the Pearl nearing the docks, and promptly turned around in mid step back to the barrels.
He waited silently for the rowboats of the Pearl, that he knew so well, to drop. The streets of Tortuga were dramatically quiet. Even the most dimwitted and "daring" men of Tortuga were slipping away from the docks and into the inner streets, many with their arm hooked firmly around a harlot's waist.
Despite the evacuations taking place around her, the young girl dressed in breeches made no attempt to flee. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ragged sails of the Pearl and she slowly turned so that her entire body was exposed to the approaching ghost ship.
"Fool of a lass," Sparrow muttered. No doubt the lass was pirate but her bravado was outdistancing her common sense. "She's not heard the tales." Sparrow made no attempt to inform her and watched with something close to amusement. Sparrow had always made a point of waiting for the opportune moment.
To Sparrow's surprise the lass brought her arm out and around in a swinging motion stopping it out in front of her chest. Her other hand rested warily on the hilt of a sword at her belt. She put four fingers of her outstretched hand up and turned them to the side. At the signal several shadows started to emerge from various taverns and stables.
The group crept slowly forward towards the largest dock and stood waiting for the black ship to send out invaders. The lass stood at the front of the twenty or so men behind her. She looked positively vicious, similar to a calm before the storm. All of the pirates with her stood straight and silent, calm and yet armed for battle.
The first boat from the Pearl dropped.
A slightly crooked grin spread across the lass's face. She crossed her arms across her body and unsheathed two long swords quickly. She opened her mouth and out tore a war scream. The group behind her began yelling and cursing in a foreign language waving cutlasses, a few long swords, and a pistol or two.
The approaching crew of the Black Pearl returned the tirade of noise. The rowboats met the beach beside the dock and the fight began swiftly, shaking the silence of Tortuga.
The sky was dark and brooding, it was as if dusk had reached the island rather than the middle of the day. Fog obscured the features of the Black Pearl making it seem all the more a ghost ship. The cold only incensed the pirates battling and the battle became increasingly brutal.
Sparrow still crouched behind the barrels half studying the foreign pirates and half wishing that a barrel would leak at least a little grog. Looking to the water's edge where the lass was parrying and executing an unusual, but effective, series of coupés, Sparrow noticed a lone boat from the Pearl gliding through the lagoon.
"I know that hat," Sparrow murmured, watching in a mixture of distaste and amusement as Barbossa approached. "This should be interesting."
The lass whirled her way through the crowd of fighters expertly knocking away those who attempted to come near her. She fought with a more deadly passion than before and the fight parted like the Red Sea, yet it continued. She elbowed a dread locked pirate away, flipped her sword away from the Bo' sun so that he faced another opponent, and ran her sword through Pintel. She was intent on reaching the one prize she sought.
Walking right into a trap that one, Sparrow mused, watching the lass head towards Barbossa with swords gleaming.
Barbossa swung, she ducked and met. He cut across and she very nearly disarmed him. They were matched very well and Jack could hear the lass yelling over the metal clashing and cries at her opponent.
"Ye can't best me at swords Barbossa," the girl's voice came out in a lilting Irish brogue. The girl swiped forward to inch the Captain back.
"Yer daft lass, ye know nothing of us," Barbossa sneered back almost being disarmed for a second time. "Ye can't beat us in the way ye be wanting."
"Aye, I've heard the tales," the girl returned. "Ye be a lot of hardy lads I be willing to bet. Being immortal an' all. But how hardy is yer fine ship?" Barbossa quirked an eyebrow and studied the girl.
"What are ye saying lass?" Barbossa asked quietly. "What's in yer head?"
"Well, Captain," she started, a calm look on her young face. "A mighty fine ship ye have an' a mighty good crew, it got me ponderin', to tell ye the truth, which is mightier." The two had now locked sword and cutlass and were simply listening to the other's words.
"I be thinking that a wee bit of testing the waters is required. Could well be why I have men waitin' with long nines on the eastern shore under heavy cover. Although I be thinkin' it is such a pretty ship to be blowin' her out of the water."
Sparrow, still crouched and nervous behind the barrels, had followed the lass's conversation with Barbossa. He got the gist of the words exchanged and it took all his self-containment not to spring up and throttle her.
"Not good!" he yelled. "Don't touch me ship!" Luckily he was not heard over the noise and came to his senses. Actually, Captain Jack Sparrow never did have any senses as compared to the ordinary man, but that is an entirely different matter.
Meanwhile, the lass still had Barbossa's weapon locked with hers and kept talking with a light yet loud tone.
"Ye can't best me at swords. Leave and ne'er return. I not be bluffing, don't go risking yer ship," she brought her free hand up and waved it lightly. Immediately a blast was heard on the eastern side of the lagoon and an enormous splash rocked the water just short of the Pearl. Sparrow winced.
Barbossa checked his cutlass out of the lock and flicked the weapon experimentally at the girl. She blocked the attack each time with her free hand still waiting to signal the cannon men. It was evident that Barbossa was thinking hard.
"To the ship ye mangy curs!" Barbossa waved his cutlass at his crew and to the boats. "Be quick about it!"
The crew of the Pearl fled under the wrath of their captain with querulous (and comical) looks on their faces. Some of the crew stumbled over loose pebbles in the sand of the beach, others leered back at the foreign pirates.
And there stood the lass triumphant and collected, an odd sight in her pirate clothes and her hair still arranged from her disguise as a noblewoman. The low, square-necked blouse and pirate regalia contrasted crazily with the tightly curled, piled knots of hair. She turned to where Sparrow was hiding and simply looked at him.
Her hair suddenly came loose and braided colourfully. Suddenly the hair was covered with a black bandana sporting an inky ostrich feather. That's not right, Jack thought and he snapped back to the present.
---
How do you like this latest installment? Why don't you tell me? Keep R&R- ing (if that makes any sense)! I was going to write a special R&R song for everyone but then I thought about it and decided that might the way to go when I want to scare people away. So please review and I won't write a weird song! Thanx!