Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned Jack Sparrow, but he belongs to Disney.
AN: Okay, I'm going to crank this fic out as fast as I can because I really want to get my other one started. My other fic will be rated R because I want it to be more intense, and Jack will be a bit darker and more aggressive. What do you say to that? Let me know in your review! Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 2: Exposed Magic and Eerie Returns:
Narrator's POV:
A few weeks after Jack and Angela's 'chat' in their cabin about Athena's powers, it was decided that a vacation was needed, for the crew's sake. They hadn't stopped by a real pirate hangout since Athena was born, primarily because Jack didn't want his little girl exposed to places like that until he felt she was ready. With Athena now ten years old, it would be easier to keep her in an inn, and she was fairly capable of keeping herself out of danger, thanks to the fighting techniques that Jack had been teaching her lately. However, Athena was forbidden from using her gifts, lest someone catch her and kill her for the use of magic. Yet even Angela admitted that if someone spotted Athena using her gifts, people would always think they were just too drunk to believe their eyes. In other words: now was a good time for a little rest and relaxation for the crew of the Black Pearl.
Athena's POV:
"Tortuga?" she squealed at her parents as she bounced up and down on their bed. "Really, you mean it? We're going to the place from Daddy's stories?"
Her father chuckled. "Aye, Pearl, the place from my stories," he said, smiling at his daughter's excitement. "There'll be lots of things to do for pirates, present and future ones alike." He reached out and ruffled Athena's black hair, making it stand up in different angles.
"Daddy, you're messing up my hair!" she whined as she tried to smooth it back down.
Her mother laughed. "Sorry, treasure," she said, grinning as she reached for her hairbrush and a blue ribbon that matched Athena's eyes. Sitting down on the bed and pulling Athena into her lap, she began brushing the thick black locks out of her daughter's blue eyes. "You got my hair color, but it seems you got your father's wildly thick hair!"
"Don't be insulting my hair, darling," her father chided her mother. "It's a unique quality, and I'm proud of it!"
Athena giggled and bounced in her mother's lap. "Can I go ashore?" she asked, looking up at her father, who was standing in front of her, leaning against his desk. "Can I, please, Daddy?" She widened her eyes, giving her father the look that always got her way.
Her father looked over at her mother, who had stopped brushing Athena's hair at her daughter's question. Athena could tell that her parents were exchanging a glance over the top of her head, and knew that this was one of those times to not beg them for anything. In past events, interrupting her parents exchanging a glance meant losing what she was asking for, so Athena kept silent and waited. A moment later, her patience was rewarded.
"I think we can arrange for a family visit," her father slowly replied as he glanced at his nails.
"Jack, is that a good idea?" her mother asked, once again brushing Athena's hair. "I don't think she's ready for Tortuga just yet. She's too young to visit such a place as that!"
Her father sighed. "Darling, she may be ten-years-old, but she's fairly mature for her age, and I have to expose her to a pirate town sooner or later," he said, looking at her mother.
"But does it have to be now?" her mother asked as she braided and tied up Athena's hair with the ribbon.
"I really think that it'll be good for her," her father said, coming over to sit down on the right side of his wife and daughter. "I didn't expose her to pillaging, plundering, and killing like ye asked me to, but she's got to learn a pirate's life. After all, it's in her blood, and it calls to her."
Her mother sighed. "Alright, but we'll be staying in the more expensive and safer parts of town," she said, her voice firm. "And there will be no rum in our room!"
Her father held his hands up in surrender. "No arguments there, luv," he said, grinning as he winked at Athena, his brown eyes sparkling. "Can't have our little witch making things happen while under the influence of alcohol, now, can we?"
"Sweetheart, why don't you go to your room?" her mother asked, nudging Angela off her lap. "I need to talk to your father."
Athena hopped off her mother's lap and raced out of the room, knowing that her mother was going have a very long 'talk' with her father over his rum. After closing the door of her cabin, Athena lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling, excited to see the pirate city from her father's tales.
Days later: Athena's POV:
Glancing around the town, Athena felt thrilled, scared, and somewhat disappointed. Clinging to her mother's hand and walking in the midst of a circle of pirate protectors from the Black Pearl, the young girl wasn't able to see her surroundings very well. However, the sounds of gunshots going off, the loud shouts of drunken men, and the shrill voices of women made her glad that she couldn't see what was going on. As the crew of the Pearl approached the more expensive, and therefore somewhat safer, part of town, her father turned to address the crew.
"Alright, you scabberous dogs!" he said, waving his hands around as he spoke. "Ye have a week to eat, drink, and..." he trailed off as he caught her mother's eye. "Uh, you know what ye can do. Just be back at the ship by the end of that time. Annamaria, Gibbs, Cotton, and I will be alternating watch on the ship, so enjoy this free time while you can!"
The rest of the crew cheered and raced off to have their fun. Meanwhile, the Sparrow family headed off to the more friendly part of town. Athena noticed that her father led them towards the Golden Flower Inn, and saw her parents smile at each other for some reason. As the three of them approached the entrance of the inn, a woman dressed all in red came up to them, stopping her father in his tracks. Her papa appeared shocked to see her.
"Scarlet!" he exclaimed. He didn't get to say much more as the woman's hand came out and slapped him.
"Jack!" cried her mother as she came forward to check her husband's face for injuries.
"Leave him alone!" cried Athena. She leapt forward and put herself between her father and the awful woman in red.
The other woman, Scarlet, sneered down at the little girl. "And who are you?" she asked, looking her and her mother over. "Another one of your conquests and one of your bastards, huh, Jack?"
Athena's blue eyes narrowed in anger. Although her parents had never used those words, the rest of the crew had told her what kinds of words she might hear someday, and had explained them to her. They had also taught her how to defend herself verbally against people like this.
"I'm not a bastard, and my mother is the wife of Captain Jack Sparrow!" Athena declared proudly. "They're legally wed, so shove off, you whore!"
"Athena!" cried her mother, though her father looked pleased. Meanwhile, Scarlet looked outraged.
"Why you filthy little rat!" she said, reaching out for the little girl.
That was a big mistake on her part.
As Scarlet's red-painted, claw-like nails reached for her, Athena could feel her temper boiling over. Reaching out to defend herself, Athena pushed hard on her attacker's stomach, trying to force the woman away from her. She succeeded, but a bit too well, considering the prostitute flew back over five feet, colliding with the wall of the inn. Her head met the wood of the wall, hard, and her body went limp before collapsing to the ground. Athena blinked at the unconscious woman and looked to see if anyone had been paying attention. Thankfully, no one was around, and the young girl felt her father's ringed fingers grab her arm and drag her inside the inn.
Narrator's POV:
After dragging his family into the safety of the Golden Flower Inn, Jack looked towards the front desk and nodded at the innkeeper. The keeper nodded in return and waved them upstairs, signing a room number as Jack went past, his wife and daughter in tow. Jack immediately took his family into their assigned room and locked the door behind them. Turning around, he saw fear in Angela's eyes and confusion in Athena's. Looking down at his little girl, Jack frowned down at her and saw fear blossom in them.
"Athena, what did ye do?" he asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at her.
Athena knew she was in trouble the moment her father used her first name. He only used it whenever something really bad had happened, and that incident with Scarlet would definitely count as something bad. She swallowed hard.
"I couldn't help it, Daddy," she said, looking down at her feet. "She reached for me, and I got scared." Athena shuffled her feet, still not meeting her father's eyes. "I got scared and tried to push her away with my hands. I didn't mean to use magic." With those last words, tears began forming in her eyes.
"Oh, darling, don't cry," Angela said, wrapping her arms around her child. "It happens, and you were only trying to protect your father. It's not your fault."
Jack sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. After taking a few deep breaths, he took his hands from his face and looked down at his little Pearl. Seeing tears in her eyes broke his heart, and what made it hurt worse was the fact that he was the cause of those tears. Sighing again, Jack knelt down and gathered Athena into his arms.
"There, there, Pearl, don't cry," he whispered, holding her close to him. He could feel her tears soaking his shirt. "I know it's not yer fault. Yer mama's powers acted up sometimes, whenever someone she loved was in danger."
Rubbing Athena's back, Jack could feel her calm under his touch. A few moments later, he felt her sag against him, and he looked down, finding her asleep in his arms. Smiling, he picked up his little one, Jack carried her over to the bed and set her down. Tucking the blanket tightly around her small form, he gave her a quick kiss on the temple before turning towards his wife. Seeing her smiling at him, he pulled her into a tight embrace, thankful that nothing had happened to either one of the two ladies he loved most in life.
"I'm alright, Jack," Angela whispered, though she was extremely happy to be in his arms. "We're alright."
Instead of responding, Jack picked her up and carried her to a connecting door, which turned out to be another bedroom. Without another word, he kicked the door closed and proceeded to show his wife how much he loved her.
Meanwhile, in another part of Tortuga: Scarlet's POV:
Scarlet was nursing a large bump on her head as she drank down another glass of whiskey. She couldn't believe that she had been beaten by a child who looked no older than ten years of age! Growling, she watched the barkeep fill up her glass again before downing that and asking for another.
"Isn't right for a lady to drink so much," said a voice next to her.
Looking over, Scarlet saw that a man was seated next to her, holding a mug of ale. He was tall, with pale skin, black eyes, and black hair that held a fair amount of white in it. He was a plain man, and the air around him seemed to quiver, telling her that this man would take everything he could and give nothing back, just like the pirate code he likely lived by. Still, Scarlet had already downed a fair amount of alcohol, so her mind wasn't exactly functioning correctly. Instead of ignoring him or walking away, she snorted.
"You'd be drinkin', too, if Jack Sparrow's brat just kicked your arse," she said, fiddling with her glass. "Bloody bitch shoved me into a wall and knocked me out after insultin' her parents."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Jack Sparrow's daughter?" he asked, suddenly very interested. He pulled out a small pouch of money and plunked it down next to her glass. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
Scarlet snatched up the pouch and stuffed it down her bodice. "Ran into Sparrow in the better parts of town, him, his wife, and his brat," she said, eyes narrowing in anger. "I saw them heading towards the Golden Flower Inn, and slapped the man like he deserved, and his little wife and runt came to his rescue. Turns out the ass married some black-haired, violet-eyed wench and had a kid with her." Scarlet frowned. "Strange, though, the kid didn't push me that hard, but I still flew five feet and got knocked out on a wooden wall. Mark me, there's something strange about that kid."
"How old is the child?" the man demanded.
Scarlet shrugged. "Couldn't be more than ten or eleven years," she said.
"Then they'd have had her right after they married," the man muttered. Cursing under his breath, he turned and abruptly headed for his ship.
"What's yer name?" Scarlet called after him.
"Joseph Flint," came the answer.
Tortuga's Docks, Narrator's POV:
As he climbed up the gangplank onto his ship, the Forgotten Blade, the believed-dead Captain Joseph Flint felt anger boil in his veins. For years he had harbored a hatred for the 'infamous' Captain Jack Sparrow, and that hatred had turned far worse after Sparrow had shot him and left him for dead before taking the treasure of the Blue Heron.
But that was not all.
Oh, no, a far worse thing had happened when the Captain of the Black Pearl had taken the lovely Angela away from Flint's grasp, as well as marooned his remaining crew and destroyed his ship, the Red Horizon. Now, after escaping that bloody island with what had been left of his crew, Flint was out for revenge, and he was going to take it!
Walking into his cabin, Flint poured himself a glass of strong whiskey and drank. He'd never preferred whiskey over fine wine, but after being rescued by the tiny crew of the Blade, he'd developed a taste for it. After being left on Seagull Island, the crew of the Horizon had discovered the still-living form of their captain on the Heron. They managed to save him and remove the bullet in his gut, but Flint had remained physically weak for quite some time. Under his orders, the crew tried to sail away on the remnants of the Heron, but soon discovered that over a century of neglect had made that idea impossible. They had then tried to build a new ship, but lacked the means to do so. Eventually, a month after their marooning, a ship called the Blade had seen their fire and had picked them up. The Blade turned out to be a pirate vessel whose captain, along with much of the crew, had been killed in a fight with the Royal Navy. After discovering that Flint was a captain, they had eagerly accepted the new men as a part of their group. They had given painkillers mixed with whiskey to Flint to speed his recovery, and the captain had soon been on his feet, renaming the ship as the Forgotten Blade.
He smiled at that memory. The name of his ship was in reference to the fact that Sparrow had forgotten to be sure of his enemy's death by cutting his throat with his sword. Now Flint would be sure that Sparrow would regret that mistake, even if it was the last thing he did. Even if he couldn't have his precious Angela, taking Sparrow's daughter from right under his noses would satisfy him just fine!
Smiling, Flint drank down his whiskey and headed out on deck to begin his plotting and to start giving orders to his crew.
AN: Okay, so I don't know if they used whiskey for medicinal purposes, but we'll just say they did, for the sake of this chapter. And I know the chapters are shorter, but that means that I can produce them faster so I can start my other fic.
Anyway, I know a lot of people have left this site because of the new rules, but I'd appreciate it if readers would please leave a review! Thanks a bunch!
AN: Okay, I'm going to crank this fic out as fast as I can because I really want to get my other one started. My other fic will be rated R because I want it to be more intense, and Jack will be a bit darker and more aggressive. What do you say to that? Let me know in your review! Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 2: Exposed Magic and Eerie Returns:
Narrator's POV:
A few weeks after Jack and Angela's 'chat' in their cabin about Athena's powers, it was decided that a vacation was needed, for the crew's sake. They hadn't stopped by a real pirate hangout since Athena was born, primarily because Jack didn't want his little girl exposed to places like that until he felt she was ready. With Athena now ten years old, it would be easier to keep her in an inn, and she was fairly capable of keeping herself out of danger, thanks to the fighting techniques that Jack had been teaching her lately. However, Athena was forbidden from using her gifts, lest someone catch her and kill her for the use of magic. Yet even Angela admitted that if someone spotted Athena using her gifts, people would always think they were just too drunk to believe their eyes. In other words: now was a good time for a little rest and relaxation for the crew of the Black Pearl.
Athena's POV:
"Tortuga?" she squealed at her parents as she bounced up and down on their bed. "Really, you mean it? We're going to the place from Daddy's stories?"
Her father chuckled. "Aye, Pearl, the place from my stories," he said, smiling at his daughter's excitement. "There'll be lots of things to do for pirates, present and future ones alike." He reached out and ruffled Athena's black hair, making it stand up in different angles.
"Daddy, you're messing up my hair!" she whined as she tried to smooth it back down.
Her mother laughed. "Sorry, treasure," she said, grinning as she reached for her hairbrush and a blue ribbon that matched Athena's eyes. Sitting down on the bed and pulling Athena into her lap, she began brushing the thick black locks out of her daughter's blue eyes. "You got my hair color, but it seems you got your father's wildly thick hair!"
"Don't be insulting my hair, darling," her father chided her mother. "It's a unique quality, and I'm proud of it!"
Athena giggled and bounced in her mother's lap. "Can I go ashore?" she asked, looking up at her father, who was standing in front of her, leaning against his desk. "Can I, please, Daddy?" She widened her eyes, giving her father the look that always got her way.
Her father looked over at her mother, who had stopped brushing Athena's hair at her daughter's question. Athena could tell that her parents were exchanging a glance over the top of her head, and knew that this was one of those times to not beg them for anything. In past events, interrupting her parents exchanging a glance meant losing what she was asking for, so Athena kept silent and waited. A moment later, her patience was rewarded.
"I think we can arrange for a family visit," her father slowly replied as he glanced at his nails.
"Jack, is that a good idea?" her mother asked, once again brushing Athena's hair. "I don't think she's ready for Tortuga just yet. She's too young to visit such a place as that!"
Her father sighed. "Darling, she may be ten-years-old, but she's fairly mature for her age, and I have to expose her to a pirate town sooner or later," he said, looking at her mother.
"But does it have to be now?" her mother asked as she braided and tied up Athena's hair with the ribbon.
"I really think that it'll be good for her," her father said, coming over to sit down on the right side of his wife and daughter. "I didn't expose her to pillaging, plundering, and killing like ye asked me to, but she's got to learn a pirate's life. After all, it's in her blood, and it calls to her."
Her mother sighed. "Alright, but we'll be staying in the more expensive and safer parts of town," she said, her voice firm. "And there will be no rum in our room!"
Her father held his hands up in surrender. "No arguments there, luv," he said, grinning as he winked at Athena, his brown eyes sparkling. "Can't have our little witch making things happen while under the influence of alcohol, now, can we?"
"Sweetheart, why don't you go to your room?" her mother asked, nudging Angela off her lap. "I need to talk to your father."
Athena hopped off her mother's lap and raced out of the room, knowing that her mother was going have a very long 'talk' with her father over his rum. After closing the door of her cabin, Athena lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling, excited to see the pirate city from her father's tales.
Days later: Athena's POV:
Glancing around the town, Athena felt thrilled, scared, and somewhat disappointed. Clinging to her mother's hand and walking in the midst of a circle of pirate protectors from the Black Pearl, the young girl wasn't able to see her surroundings very well. However, the sounds of gunshots going off, the loud shouts of drunken men, and the shrill voices of women made her glad that she couldn't see what was going on. As the crew of the Pearl approached the more expensive, and therefore somewhat safer, part of town, her father turned to address the crew.
"Alright, you scabberous dogs!" he said, waving his hands around as he spoke. "Ye have a week to eat, drink, and..." he trailed off as he caught her mother's eye. "Uh, you know what ye can do. Just be back at the ship by the end of that time. Annamaria, Gibbs, Cotton, and I will be alternating watch on the ship, so enjoy this free time while you can!"
The rest of the crew cheered and raced off to have their fun. Meanwhile, the Sparrow family headed off to the more friendly part of town. Athena noticed that her father led them towards the Golden Flower Inn, and saw her parents smile at each other for some reason. As the three of them approached the entrance of the inn, a woman dressed all in red came up to them, stopping her father in his tracks. Her papa appeared shocked to see her.
"Scarlet!" he exclaimed. He didn't get to say much more as the woman's hand came out and slapped him.
"Jack!" cried her mother as she came forward to check her husband's face for injuries.
"Leave him alone!" cried Athena. She leapt forward and put herself between her father and the awful woman in red.
The other woman, Scarlet, sneered down at the little girl. "And who are you?" she asked, looking her and her mother over. "Another one of your conquests and one of your bastards, huh, Jack?"
Athena's blue eyes narrowed in anger. Although her parents had never used those words, the rest of the crew had told her what kinds of words she might hear someday, and had explained them to her. They had also taught her how to defend herself verbally against people like this.
"I'm not a bastard, and my mother is the wife of Captain Jack Sparrow!" Athena declared proudly. "They're legally wed, so shove off, you whore!"
"Athena!" cried her mother, though her father looked pleased. Meanwhile, Scarlet looked outraged.
"Why you filthy little rat!" she said, reaching out for the little girl.
That was a big mistake on her part.
As Scarlet's red-painted, claw-like nails reached for her, Athena could feel her temper boiling over. Reaching out to defend herself, Athena pushed hard on her attacker's stomach, trying to force the woman away from her. She succeeded, but a bit too well, considering the prostitute flew back over five feet, colliding with the wall of the inn. Her head met the wood of the wall, hard, and her body went limp before collapsing to the ground. Athena blinked at the unconscious woman and looked to see if anyone had been paying attention. Thankfully, no one was around, and the young girl felt her father's ringed fingers grab her arm and drag her inside the inn.
Narrator's POV:
After dragging his family into the safety of the Golden Flower Inn, Jack looked towards the front desk and nodded at the innkeeper. The keeper nodded in return and waved them upstairs, signing a room number as Jack went past, his wife and daughter in tow. Jack immediately took his family into their assigned room and locked the door behind them. Turning around, he saw fear in Angela's eyes and confusion in Athena's. Looking down at his little girl, Jack frowned down at her and saw fear blossom in them.
"Athena, what did ye do?" he asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at her.
Athena knew she was in trouble the moment her father used her first name. He only used it whenever something really bad had happened, and that incident with Scarlet would definitely count as something bad. She swallowed hard.
"I couldn't help it, Daddy," she said, looking down at her feet. "She reached for me, and I got scared." Athena shuffled her feet, still not meeting her father's eyes. "I got scared and tried to push her away with my hands. I didn't mean to use magic." With those last words, tears began forming in her eyes.
"Oh, darling, don't cry," Angela said, wrapping her arms around her child. "It happens, and you were only trying to protect your father. It's not your fault."
Jack sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. After taking a few deep breaths, he took his hands from his face and looked down at his little Pearl. Seeing tears in her eyes broke his heart, and what made it hurt worse was the fact that he was the cause of those tears. Sighing again, Jack knelt down and gathered Athena into his arms.
"There, there, Pearl, don't cry," he whispered, holding her close to him. He could feel her tears soaking his shirt. "I know it's not yer fault. Yer mama's powers acted up sometimes, whenever someone she loved was in danger."
Rubbing Athena's back, Jack could feel her calm under his touch. A few moments later, he felt her sag against him, and he looked down, finding her asleep in his arms. Smiling, he picked up his little one, Jack carried her over to the bed and set her down. Tucking the blanket tightly around her small form, he gave her a quick kiss on the temple before turning towards his wife. Seeing her smiling at him, he pulled her into a tight embrace, thankful that nothing had happened to either one of the two ladies he loved most in life.
"I'm alright, Jack," Angela whispered, though she was extremely happy to be in his arms. "We're alright."
Instead of responding, Jack picked her up and carried her to a connecting door, which turned out to be another bedroom. Without another word, he kicked the door closed and proceeded to show his wife how much he loved her.
Meanwhile, in another part of Tortuga: Scarlet's POV:
Scarlet was nursing a large bump on her head as she drank down another glass of whiskey. She couldn't believe that she had been beaten by a child who looked no older than ten years of age! Growling, she watched the barkeep fill up her glass again before downing that and asking for another.
"Isn't right for a lady to drink so much," said a voice next to her.
Looking over, Scarlet saw that a man was seated next to her, holding a mug of ale. He was tall, with pale skin, black eyes, and black hair that held a fair amount of white in it. He was a plain man, and the air around him seemed to quiver, telling her that this man would take everything he could and give nothing back, just like the pirate code he likely lived by. Still, Scarlet had already downed a fair amount of alcohol, so her mind wasn't exactly functioning correctly. Instead of ignoring him or walking away, she snorted.
"You'd be drinkin', too, if Jack Sparrow's brat just kicked your arse," she said, fiddling with her glass. "Bloody bitch shoved me into a wall and knocked me out after insultin' her parents."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Jack Sparrow's daughter?" he asked, suddenly very interested. He pulled out a small pouch of money and plunked it down next to her glass. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
Scarlet snatched up the pouch and stuffed it down her bodice. "Ran into Sparrow in the better parts of town, him, his wife, and his brat," she said, eyes narrowing in anger. "I saw them heading towards the Golden Flower Inn, and slapped the man like he deserved, and his little wife and runt came to his rescue. Turns out the ass married some black-haired, violet-eyed wench and had a kid with her." Scarlet frowned. "Strange, though, the kid didn't push me that hard, but I still flew five feet and got knocked out on a wooden wall. Mark me, there's something strange about that kid."
"How old is the child?" the man demanded.
Scarlet shrugged. "Couldn't be more than ten or eleven years," she said.
"Then they'd have had her right after they married," the man muttered. Cursing under his breath, he turned and abruptly headed for his ship.
"What's yer name?" Scarlet called after him.
"Joseph Flint," came the answer.
Tortuga's Docks, Narrator's POV:
As he climbed up the gangplank onto his ship, the Forgotten Blade, the believed-dead Captain Joseph Flint felt anger boil in his veins. For years he had harbored a hatred for the 'infamous' Captain Jack Sparrow, and that hatred had turned far worse after Sparrow had shot him and left him for dead before taking the treasure of the Blue Heron.
But that was not all.
Oh, no, a far worse thing had happened when the Captain of the Black Pearl had taken the lovely Angela away from Flint's grasp, as well as marooned his remaining crew and destroyed his ship, the Red Horizon. Now, after escaping that bloody island with what had been left of his crew, Flint was out for revenge, and he was going to take it!
Walking into his cabin, Flint poured himself a glass of strong whiskey and drank. He'd never preferred whiskey over fine wine, but after being rescued by the tiny crew of the Blade, he'd developed a taste for it. After being left on Seagull Island, the crew of the Horizon had discovered the still-living form of their captain on the Heron. They managed to save him and remove the bullet in his gut, but Flint had remained physically weak for quite some time. Under his orders, the crew tried to sail away on the remnants of the Heron, but soon discovered that over a century of neglect had made that idea impossible. They had then tried to build a new ship, but lacked the means to do so. Eventually, a month after their marooning, a ship called the Blade had seen their fire and had picked them up. The Blade turned out to be a pirate vessel whose captain, along with much of the crew, had been killed in a fight with the Royal Navy. After discovering that Flint was a captain, they had eagerly accepted the new men as a part of their group. They had given painkillers mixed with whiskey to Flint to speed his recovery, and the captain had soon been on his feet, renaming the ship as the Forgotten Blade.
He smiled at that memory. The name of his ship was in reference to the fact that Sparrow had forgotten to be sure of his enemy's death by cutting his throat with his sword. Now Flint would be sure that Sparrow would regret that mistake, even if it was the last thing he did. Even if he couldn't have his precious Angela, taking Sparrow's daughter from right under his noses would satisfy him just fine!
Smiling, Flint drank down his whiskey and headed out on deck to begin his plotting and to start giving orders to his crew.
AN: Okay, so I don't know if they used whiskey for medicinal purposes, but we'll just say they did, for the sake of this chapter. And I know the chapters are shorter, but that means that I can produce them faster so I can start my other fic.
Anyway, I know a lot of people have left this site because of the new rules, but I'd appreciate it if readers would please leave a review! Thanks a bunch!