Author's Note: Please forgive me for the slow update! I am going to Disneyland in April and I am going to ride "Pirates" again. So, without further ado, I will try to update more frequently. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Ride Dialogue or Character names. I do in fact own Brawl and Yoark, two characters that I made up. The characters Charles Gibbs, Ned Low, Sir Henry Mainwaring, and Sir Francis Verney belong to Disney (Those characters are at the beginning hallway of the ride).

Summary: The Crew of The Laffite II set to sail out into Caribbean waters. As they move along, greed strikes into the hearts of many. The Captain, Charles Gibbs, heeds the warning of "Dead Men Tell No Tales!" but his crew is not so daft to listen to that warning. As they make their way through the towns in the Caribbean, they see plundering pirates making their way to steal the gold of the town. Will The Laffite make it?


Pirates of the Caribbean

The Ride

Salty Seas: Volume 1

Chapter 2: A Broken Voyage

Brawl shivered as the voice met his hears. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yoark stopped him.

"Shh!" he hissed, pressing his finger to his lips. Brawl nodded and began to rub his hands upon his shoulders.

"Psst! Avast there!" the voice hissed. Brawl looked at Yoark, his eyes wide with fear. Yoark darted his head around, trying to find the location of the surrounding voice. Captain Gibbs stood up in the boat and placed two hands upon his hips.

"Men, be brave! I don't want none of ye to be shakin' in your trousers!" he announced. The voice continued after Brawl finished.

"It be too late to alter course, matey's! And there be plunderin' pirates lurkin in every cove, waitin' to board So sit closer together, and keep yer ruddy hands in board, that be the best way to repel borders!" it stopped for a moment.

"Steady!" Gibbs warned. The men were still as the voice came again. Yoark turned to Brawl as he began to move his lips.

"And mark well me words, maties! Dead men tell no tales!" the voice bellowed. Brawl closed his mouth with a quiver as the words finished.

"'owd you know that?" Yoark ask, ears pricking up. Brawl shook his head, his eyes going back to normal size.

"Just like I told ye! Doris was back at The Faithful Bride! She spoke of treasures, skeletons, and rum! I remember it as if it were me last sleep!"


Tortuga was buzzing with beings of all sorts. Tall men with sea-sprayed beards staggered around the place, bottles full of rum. Women danced around the streets as if it were a parade coming into town. Most of the men laughed and danced around them as they showed their moves.

"It be the perfect night, gents!" a short man yelled, his baldhead reflecting the goblet that hung above him. These cups of fire lined the large bar, The Faithful Bride. Inside at the large bar-line sat a man, his hair flying all over the place. He fixed his eyes upon the woman that stood before him. Her bright eyes reflected curly gold hair and a blood-red dress. She wore an apron stained with spots of all sorts.

"What be it for you tonight, good sir?" she asked the man across her. Brawl opened his eyes wide and hit his hand upon the wooden counter in front of him. Coins of different types flew out around the area.

"Cup o' berry ale on the snow" he said, sighing. The woman walked over to the cup line to her side and washed out a cup with a fairly clean washcloth. Brawl saw her open a large bottle, pour it into the cup, place it on the counter, and then she threw a large leaf into the drink. Brawl slid it toward him and pressed his lips to the wooden mug. The cold liquid soared down his throat as he felt it warm his insides from the cold night outside. The woman watched as the drink flew everywhere.

"Ye be thirsty, I presume?" she asked in her sugarcoated voice. Brawl looked up and nodded his head. He drank the remains of the glass and skid it across the wooden counter. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a few more coins.

"One more, Miss…" he stopped. She giggled and pointed at her apron. Words in Latin were sprawled out in a mess.

"Doris Dyrwatt! You may call me Doris for short" she said in her high-pitched voice. Brawl nodded his head. After he drank his second round, Doris placed her elbows upon the counter and smiled.

"'ave you ever heard of the Caribbean curse?" she asked. Brawl looked at her, eyes blank.

"I have heard of the pearl…" she stopped him.

"No, that is a different tale for a different tale for a different time!" she said, smiling wryly. Brawl leaned forward on his stool and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, tell me of this 'Caribbean Curse!'" he told her, hiccupping. She leaned back slightly.

"Well, when I was just a girl, father used to speak to me of the sea and the secrets it held! He once told me that if you traveled to the right waters, you could hear the whispering of demons under the water! They would scream warnings and then you would plunge down into darkness! You were lost if you had entered this realm! After plunging down into a waterfall, skeletons would dance and sing songs of joy, death, and war! Pirate captains sat with gold in their laps, and ships fired back and forth! Auctions, sheep, explosions! I would shake with terror as he told me of the cursed treasure! 'Dead Men Tell No Tales'! He would warn. I laughed at one point, but finally realized that he was joking with me! I mean, how could such curses be? How could pirates take you captive and auction you off? Nonsense! That's all it was!" she stopped, watching Brawl clench his throat. "Another?" she asked him. Brawl nodded his head and reached into his pocket to pull more coins out, but Doris stopped him. "No! This be on me, good sir!" she told him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Aye, that be fine!" he replied. She poured him another glass and slid it across the wood counter. Doris cleared her throat and continued. She took a glass of water to her side and drank a small sip.

"Well, I knew that me father was just playing! I asked more about the auctions and the explosions and he just told me to 'not fear, for your father is here!' he announced proudly. My mother didn't like him talking about curses and whatnot, but he continued, he did!" she broke off, eyes growing misty. Brawl looked at her with eager eyes.

"Tell me more" he said hazily. Doris looked at him and giggled again.

"Why, I believe that all I have told you is all that I have to tell you! Simple as that!" she took the washcloth from her apron and began to wipe a cup down.

"But what about the curse, the curse of the Caribbean? How did one receive the curse?" he questioned, looking down into his drink. It was three-quarters of the way full. He was going to take another drink, but Doris began to speak again.

"Father turned the lights low when he told me this! He says 'Beware the curse! Keep your lights low and you will be saved!' and I listened as he recalled his thoughts. I remember his face going chalk-white, his eyes growing small. 'Ye've seen the cursed treasure! Ye knows where it be hidden! Now proceed at your own risk! These be the last friendly words you'll hear! Ye may not survive to pass this way again!' he told me. I shook with fear and he turned the lights high again. 'You should be going to bed, Dory' he lulled softly. I nodded my head and went to bed, and that night, I dreamt the strangest dream ever" she stopped and passed her hand through her hair. Brawl tapped his fingers upon the counter.

"What did you dream of?" he asked. Doris smiled.

"The Curse, of course!" she said to him. Brawl shook as a breeze from the front door shook his spine. He nodded his head and emptied the cup.

"That be all for tonight, Miss Doris" he said, putting his coat on. She smiled and took his cup.

"Thank you, kind sir" she said to him as he walked out the door. Brawl continued down the streets with the chilling words ringing in his head.

"DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!"


Yoark stared at Brawl and smacked him across the head.

"Come to yer senses, Brawl! There is not such a thing as a 'curse'!" he hissed. The voice from above continued. It was now icy and bone-chilling as it laughed.

"Ye come seekin' adventure in salty old pirates, eh? Sure you've come to the proper place! But keep a weather eye open mates, and hold on tight, with both hands if you please. There be squalls ahead…" it stopped. Gibbs sat down in the boat and looked around, keeping his finger to his lips. Brawl closed his eyes and rubbed his arms with his own hands. "And Davy Jones waiting for them what don't obey! Heh heh heh heh!" it finished. Suddenly the whole crew gasped as the boat began to tip forward. Water rushed around them quickly as the echoing laugh was fire in their ears.

"Hold on!" Captain Gibbs yelled back. Sir Verney and Mainwaring kept their hats on as they all soared vertically. Yells came from deep within them as they went down. The water enveloped them, and they were lost.


Author's Note:
Sorry if this was a little short. I will continue soon! (not like last time!) Please review and enjoy!