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A/N: Hey people! This is my first ever Fan Fic. Readers, reviews are not required, but they will help get chapters posted quicker.
Chapter 1, The Storm
Lightening split the sky; thunder shook the air; rain poured down in never-ending sheets. Hailstones the size of cannonballs ripped the tossing sails of the Black Pearl. Up on the deck, her crew was scurrying wildly to subdue the ropes that were whirling uncontrollably. Jack Sparrow wrenched the wheel hard to avoid a giant swell on the starboard side. He cursed under his breath. Normally, he would have loved a challenge, but this baby had more zest to it than a normal storm. He was used to the ten and twenty foot swells that he and his ship had braved back a year ago on their way to Isle de Muerta, not the forty foot heathens he faced now. His crew was of the same point of view. Will Turner and the rest of the men worked feverishly just to stay on their feet, much less keep the Pearl afloat. Will had never been more wet, cold, or tired in his entire life. He staggered up the stairs to the upper deck, holding onto the railing with white knuckles. Upon reaching the top, he struggled towards Jack.
"Jack! We have to stop!" Will screamed. "She can't take this any more." Even though Will was only three feet away and screaming at the top of his lungs, Jack could barely hear him over the roar of the sea. He opened his mouth to reply and got a face full of seawater as a monster wave came crashing down on them. The force of the wave knocked both men off their feet. When it passed Jack clawed his way back up into a standing position.
"Tell the men to raise the sails! Curse this damn storm!" He yelled back at Will, pushing his sopping hair out of his face. Will turned to go back down the stairs. Before he could reach them, however, a bolt of lightening tore through the sky and struck the Pearl's main mast.
BOOMB!!!!!!
There was a sound like a cannon, indeed much louder than a cannon, followed by deafening CRACK, and suddenly a ball of flame erupted at the top of the ship.
"BLOODY ELL!" screamed Jack. The mast toppled, setting more sails alight as it fell. It plunged into the sea and the flames vanished. The vast torrents of rain put out the fire on the other sails, but the damage had already been done. Without the sails to balance them, the ship would capsize!
"Drop all port and starboard anchors!" hollered Jack. "We can't outrun it, so we'll have to sit it out." Inwardly he prayed that his plan would work. 'His last plan,' he admitted to himself. He couldn't think of any others. There was a wild scurry to obey orders, for the crew knew that this just might be their last chance to subdue the ship. The anchors plunged into the water, two on each side. For a moment, it seemed as if it would work…the ropes held and the weight of the anchors kept the ship fairly steady. Will breathed a sigh of relief, as did Jack and the rest of the crew. He moved towards a loose rope and began lashing it to the railing. Suddenly the sea was illuminated and an ear-throbbing roar echoed around them. Lightening struck the hull on the side of the ship and the ropes on the port anchors snapped, pitching the ship onto it's side. Before he could react, Will felt himself fly over the side of the ship. He hit the water headfirst and submerged. When he came back up to the surface, his vision was blurred and he coughed violently. He could faintly see the Black Pearl, blazing with fire, sinking into the ocean. He grabbed wildly at a cargo barrel dancing on the water in front of him, and, latching onto it, he watched as the ship slowly sank into Davy Jones Locker. After the last flame had been extinguished, he gave in to the blackness and fainted.