Mortal Death

Author Notes: First off, this idea came to me randomly one night. I decided to try and take it to the next level. The plot is  Thorn/Lisa. I do not own Jack Sparrow sadly. 

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Prologue

The night was silent, oh so silent. The misted fog boarded over the salty sea, the moon shading its white glow onto its clear face. On this particular night, the slight stench of decay roamed freely about the terrain, all near who inhaled its stench would surely think something had died. Something big. But none of the sort had happened. No. Instead, far out in the frosted mountains, a battle was going on. Souls were stabbed with no mercy; bodies were dissembled, and yet repaired before their own eyes. Odd. These people seemed to be killed; yet none shed their blood, nor did their limbs disembark from their body.

This was only the work of magic. Rare magic. Witch magic.

Near by folk called this witch magic, 'black magic', for there were many magic's a kind. Some were meant for good, some for evil doing, and yet, some were for the purpose of just housework, and nothing else.

This, dark, mysterious, enchanting power, that these dead ones used were none of the listed above. No, they seemed to be a mixture of just death, no hint of evil, or enchanting.

The wispy fires of the smoke encircled the fingers of the rotten carcasses that battled amongst the cliffs of Jaspin-Marrow, famous for their pirate murders.

Pirates you might say have nothing to do with magic. But on this chilled night, it has everything to do with them. The pirates had stolen something from this clan of once alive wizards from the dark ages. Knowing pirates, they blame everything on everyone, but themselves that is. One group of scallywags blamed their fortune good stealing on a group of already dead people, as the other half decided to finish the job and blame it on the other dead clan, whose ghosts roamed the countryside, and frightened their people.

One of these intelligent, fake, traders was Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow. Now, everyone has heard of Jack Sparrow, famous captain of the Black Pearl, two times. His life was a merry galleon, as he used the large ship to store his steals, and to supply himself with a life. Until one misfortunate day he came upon the golden chest...the chest of Damien; a wizard rarely mentioned in tales. Damien was a young pirate and wizard. Before his seventeenth birthday he stowed away in a rowboat, and loaded a near by cave of his loot of gold. This cave was very familiar with the locals, and everyone knew it possessed pounds, and pounds of gold, silver, and even bronze coins of many qualities. Some were European, and some North American. All were held safely in the little non-latched box, tucked nicely into a small crack split in the middle of the cave wall.

Many locals of the island soon were curious, as they would see Damien come and go from the cave, and they soon became suspicious. So suspicious, that they murdered him for 'odd behavior'. Seems foolish. But in this tale 'odd behavior' was not accounted for. Either you were doing nothing odd and a perfect person, or you were poking a stick into a rock (that being considered odd behavior) you were quickly assumed up to no good, and beheaded or trialled as soon as possible.

Poor Damien killed himself before they could catch him to take him to his doom. He had plunged himself off a cliff in hopes to survive the fall, and escape. The only problem was, he fell to his death, where the jagged rocks surfaced out of the misted foam, and splintered his bulk with jabs of pain as he hit them.

Happy to Damien's death, the people began to search for his gold. Yet oddly, none found it. It seemed after Damien's death, his gold, along with him, disappeared. They claimed the dead souls of Damien and his misfortunate crew of boys still clutched the case of gold in their keep. Others say Damiens enemy, Trent, a heartless boy, had taken the gold for himself, and out of pure sin was forced to die and roam the earth with a few other dead souls.

When Jack Sparrow arrived into the picture, he had quickly outsmarted these fools for idiots for believing such things. And because he wasn't so frightened of the ghost stories, he was able to find the box and claim it for his. Of course, he was also stupid to believe the people had no proof. He got proof all right. On his second night, the ghost Damien did appear to him, and asked for his gold back. Jack, being the coward he was, remembered the stories the folks had told, and quickly blamed it on Damien's now dead enemy, Trent.

Damien, gullible, and furious, left to find the soul of Trent and slaughter him once and for all.

This is how the war began. This is how the stench clasped the village for eternity, as the dead ones above fight to no doom, and leave with no winner or loser. Certainly no gold either, for Jack had escaped and split his earnings amongst his crew and love for the ship, and sea.

Eighteen years later, things come to bite back.