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In the dark, the Black Pearl was making good time toward a ship that was no longer on the horizon and not all too far away anymore, and the entirety of the crew, including Cotton the mute and the odd bird on his shoulder, were feeling the anticipation that comes before a raid, especially one in the dark in the middle of the Caribbean Sea where there's lots of sharks and nobody else around for miles and miles. And there at the helm of his beautiful, ethereal Pearl was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow, who was right at that moment grinning quite contently and peering in the dark at his compass that doesn't point north, steering them to their prize, the Pearl smoothly parting the black waves with only the dimmed, sleepy stars in the sky to shed light on her course.
And in the crow's nest of the other ship, a young boy sat with a spyglass clasped in his bony fingers, glancing out to sea now and then but mostly nodding off and waking himself back up again so as not to start rolling and go right over the edge. Below decks, a great deal of the crewmen were gathered around a table playing poker, bottles of liquor in their hands, shouting and swearing and having quite a good time. In the midst of them sat a woman, her unkempt, knotted dark hair casting shadows on her face in the flickering candlelight. In her hand was a bottle of whiskey that she wasn't drinking, save for small sips every now and again, because she didn't feel it was necessary to get drunk and gamble away any money she may have been able to save so far to the rest of the crew. In fact, she decided, glancing at the table, she'd better stop now before she did just that.
The ship creaked beneath her feet as she reached the starboard side of the quarterdeck, curling her fingers over the rail and leaning out to let the wind push her hair out of her face and pull on her sleeves. She closed her eyes, letting it wash over her like the sea itself. The moon was gone tonight, and wispy clouds were spread thinly over the stars, dulling their shine. The obsidian sea merged with the velvet sky almost seamlessly at the horizon, creating a fluid cover of black.
And then there was a light.
Next chapter will be longer, this is just the beginning. Don't forget to review!
In the dark, the Black Pearl was making good time toward a ship that was no longer on the horizon and not all too far away anymore, and the entirety of the crew, including Cotton the mute and the odd bird on his shoulder, were feeling the anticipation that comes before a raid, especially one in the dark in the middle of the Caribbean Sea where there's lots of sharks and nobody else around for miles and miles. And there at the helm of his beautiful, ethereal Pearl was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow, who was right at that moment grinning quite contently and peering in the dark at his compass that doesn't point north, steering them to their prize, the Pearl smoothly parting the black waves with only the dimmed, sleepy stars in the sky to shed light on her course.
And in the crow's nest of the other ship, a young boy sat with a spyglass clasped in his bony fingers, glancing out to sea now and then but mostly nodding off and waking himself back up again so as not to start rolling and go right over the edge. Below decks, a great deal of the crewmen were gathered around a table playing poker, bottles of liquor in their hands, shouting and swearing and having quite a good time. In the midst of them sat a woman, her unkempt, knotted dark hair casting shadows on her face in the flickering candlelight. In her hand was a bottle of whiskey that she wasn't drinking, save for small sips every now and again, because she didn't feel it was necessary to get drunk and gamble away any money she may have been able to save so far to the rest of the crew. In fact, she decided, glancing at the table, she'd better stop now before she did just that.
The ship creaked beneath her feet as she reached the starboard side of the quarterdeck, curling her fingers over the rail and leaning out to let the wind push her hair out of her face and pull on her sleeves. She closed her eyes, letting it wash over her like the sea itself. The moon was gone tonight, and wispy clouds were spread thinly over the stars, dulling their shine. The obsidian sea merged with the velvet sky almost seamlessly at the horizon, creating a fluid cover of black.
And then there was a light.
Next chapter will be longer, this is just the beginning. Don't forget to review!