Disclaimer: I think for the next chapter I will write a disclaimer song.
until then.
o/` I don't own em! o/`
Chapter One, Captain Mikella Barbosa
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the prow of the ship. He had already walked the length of the whole deck four times in the last five minutes and was embarking on a fifth. He stopped upon reaching the wheel, pulled out his compass, corrected the wheel, and started to pace back and forth again, occasionally looking out at the see. He got to pacing so much that he forgot about what his crew was doing and was so deep in thought that he was paying attention to nothing.
The crew had stopped their work around the forty-seventh lap and had sat in the rigging or on the deck to watch Jack paced. They let him get to lap one hundred and twelve before stopping him. Finally Anamaria spoke up.
"Oy! Jack, what'r ya doin? Ye've been pacin the deck fer the last." She stopped. "Well ye've been pacin' for a really long time."
Jack looked up at her as he heard his name. He stopped right where he was in his self-prescribed cycle. He looked like a deer in the headlights, shocked to realize that anyone else was even there. He stalled a minute before answering and scratched his head as if he didn't really know himself.
"I'm jus a bit off sorts luv." He replied.
"We can see that captain. We was wonderin why."
"Oh. Well." Jack said as if that was an absurd question to ask. He sat down and began to think for a minute, searching for answer to their question. "We're awful close to Isla del Muerta an' nuthin's gone wrong yet, savvy?"
"Not quite." Anamaria replied.
"Well, it ain't called the isle of death for nuthin luv." Jack said and walked off again, deep in thought.
The crew went back to their work, mending sails, tying things down, etc. Jack meandered in the general direction of the poop deck (AN: the raised part guys!) and took a spot leaning on the railing - the pacing was making the crew as nervous as he was - and stared out at the sea. The water was clear and blue, Jack could see almost a hundred feet deep. There was just the gentlest of breezes, enough to keep them going, but not enough to cause any problems. The sky was completely clear, not a cumulus or cirrus cloud anywhere in sight. Naturally, this made Jack unbelievably frightened.
They were going to the Isla del Muerta to retrieve most of the treasure that Jack had left there five years ago, when he killed Barbosa, since at that time he had been sans ship. This was the crew's fourth attempt at returning and every time so far something had gone wrong. The first time, one of the crew members had died and Jack had resisted carrying on for quite a while, the second time they ran out of provisions and had to turn around, the third time there was a huge storm and two of the masts were split in half and came toppling down on top of each other. The fourth time, a cross wind blew them far off course and they ran out of provisions once again.
It seemed that every other time they came a harsh disaster impeded them. And this was the fifth time. Jack was utterly horrified -despite his cool exterior- but he reasoned there had to be a fifth time to be a sixth time.
Jack watched with fear in his stomach as the ship rounded the curve of the Isla del Muerta. His fears were confirmed as he saw another ship lying in wait for them, ready to fire it's cannons on the Pearl as soon as she rounded the bend, which was now, inevitable. The crew saw this and stopped the boat as quickly as possible, preparing to turn around but it was too late, trying to stop had worked, but had placed them squarely in front of the opposing ships cannons.
"Bloody Hell." Jack whispered under his breath.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Someone yelled across the deck of the ship, as the voice came slightly closer he saw a small woman come forward. The only thing Jack could distinguish about her is that she was short and a woman, and he could only tell she was a woman by her voice. Her clothes were large and billowy giving no description to her size and her hat, A beautiful hat Jack thought, was large and wide brimmed with two black feathers, therefore spreading shadow across her face.
"Aye! I be he!" Jack yelled back across. "Who are ye and what do ye want with the Black Pearl?"
The woman raised her hand, which was covered by a half glove, and tilted her hat up so Jack could see her face. Her skin was honey colored and her eyes were black. Her face seemed oddly familiar and yet strangely young.
"I am Captain Mikella Barbosa of the Corazon del Mar and I want revenge Sparrow."
Chapter One, Captain Mikella Barbosa
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the prow of the ship. He had already walked the length of the whole deck four times in the last five minutes and was embarking on a fifth. He stopped upon reaching the wheel, pulled out his compass, corrected the wheel, and started to pace back and forth again, occasionally looking out at the see. He got to pacing so much that he forgot about what his crew was doing and was so deep in thought that he was paying attention to nothing.
The crew had stopped their work around the forty-seventh lap and had sat in the rigging or on the deck to watch Jack paced. They let him get to lap one hundred and twelve before stopping him. Finally Anamaria spoke up.
"Oy! Jack, what'r ya doin? Ye've been pacin the deck fer the last." She stopped. "Well ye've been pacin' for a really long time."
Jack looked up at her as he heard his name. He stopped right where he was in his self-prescribed cycle. He looked like a deer in the headlights, shocked to realize that anyone else was even there. He stalled a minute before answering and scratched his head as if he didn't really know himself.
"I'm jus a bit off sorts luv." He replied.
"We can see that captain. We was wonderin why."
"Oh. Well." Jack said as if that was an absurd question to ask. He sat down and began to think for a minute, searching for answer to their question. "We're awful close to Isla del Muerta an' nuthin's gone wrong yet, savvy?"
"Not quite." Anamaria replied.
"Well, it ain't called the isle of death for nuthin luv." Jack said and walked off again, deep in thought.
The crew went back to their work, mending sails, tying things down, etc. Jack meandered in the general direction of the poop deck (AN: the raised part guys!) and took a spot leaning on the railing - the pacing was making the crew as nervous as he was - and stared out at the sea. The water was clear and blue, Jack could see almost a hundred feet deep. There was just the gentlest of breezes, enough to keep them going, but not enough to cause any problems. The sky was completely clear, not a cumulus or cirrus cloud anywhere in sight. Naturally, this made Jack unbelievably frightened.
They were going to the Isla del Muerta to retrieve most of the treasure that Jack had left there five years ago, when he killed Barbosa, since at that time he had been sans ship. This was the crew's fourth attempt at returning and every time so far something had gone wrong. The first time, one of the crew members had died and Jack had resisted carrying on for quite a while, the second time they ran out of provisions and had to turn around, the third time there was a huge storm and two of the masts were split in half and came toppling down on top of each other. The fourth time, a cross wind blew them far off course and they ran out of provisions once again.
It seemed that every other time they came a harsh disaster impeded them. And this was the fifth time. Jack was utterly horrified -despite his cool exterior- but he reasoned there had to be a fifth time to be a sixth time.
Jack watched with fear in his stomach as the ship rounded the curve of the Isla del Muerta. His fears were confirmed as he saw another ship lying in wait for them, ready to fire it's cannons on the Pearl as soon as she rounded the bend, which was now, inevitable. The crew saw this and stopped the boat as quickly as possible, preparing to turn around but it was too late, trying to stop had worked, but had placed them squarely in front of the opposing ships cannons.
"Bloody Hell." Jack whispered under his breath.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Someone yelled across the deck of the ship, as the voice came slightly closer he saw a small woman come forward. The only thing Jack could distinguish about her is that she was short and a woman, and he could only tell she was a woman by her voice. Her clothes were large and billowy giving no description to her size and her hat, A beautiful hat Jack thought, was large and wide brimmed with two black feathers, therefore spreading shadow across her face.
"Aye! I be he!" Jack yelled back across. "Who are ye and what do ye want with the Black Pearl?"
The woman raised her hand, which was covered by a half glove, and tilted her hat up so Jack could see her face. Her skin was honey colored and her eyes were black. Her face seemed oddly familiar and yet strangely young.
"I am Captain Mikella Barbosa of the Corazon del Mar and I want revenge Sparrow."