La isla de los siete fantasmas
"Commodore Norrington, sir?" Captain Brigand's surly face peeked into his office.
"Come in, Captain," he said, trying to stretch his face into a smile, but settling for a pained smirk as he shook hands with him.
"Thank you sir." Norrington gestured for Brigand to be seated and dropped into his own chair, exhausted.
"What can I do for you captain?" Norrington asked suspiciously.
"Well sir," Brigand's face lit up. "I have just been told that the Black Pearl has been sighted bearing towards Port Royal."
"And how did you obtain this information, captain?"
Brigand's brow furrowed, "I am not at liberty to reveal my sources sir, just suffice it to say, he'll be here before long and after he makes landfall we won't have to deal with him anymore."
"Captain Brigand," Norrington said, rising again as to tower above Brigand. "Why is it that you are so obsessed with this single man? Wouldn't it be a more fitting use of your time to capture the less notorious ones?"
"Sir," Brigand countered, "are you telling me to let Sparrow go?"
"Those words never left my mouth, captain, I am simply asking you to consider the repercussions of your actions."
"I know exactly what I'm doing," said Brigand, rising again and saluted Norrington, who simply nodded and continued to study the log book in front of him.
Brigand smiled out at the sea as he hurried towards his ship. The sun was just coming up over the waving palm trees and it bounced off of the water like the ocean had been filled with diamonds.
He saw the man leaning against a post that led to the deck. "Good job, Tines," Brigand said, "how did you find out about the Pearl?"
"I have me sources," the grungy looking man said, grinning, his yellowing teeth exposed.
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The sun was only just beginning to peak over the palm trees as Jack and Xander made landfall on the beach.
Genevieve sighed as the breeze lifted the hair on the back of her neck and she scanned the shore. Nothing much but a few palm trees and what appeared to be endless miles of pure white sand. She pulled her hair back out of her face but it simply whipped out of her grasp and flew around her face.
"Would you stop playin' with your hair and help us?" Jack grumbled as he leaped over side of the boat, splashing as he started to drag the boat closer to shore and up on to the beach.
"If you don't mind, I didn't want to come in the first place. I think I'll just watch thanks," she said with a winning smile.
She noticed that Xander hid a grin as he jumped out to help Jack.
"Come on," Jack said, pulling her out by the arm.
"Now," she said, "how many times have I told you not to touch me?"
"I keep forgetting," he said slyly.
"Where are we," she asked, just letting her arm remain in his hold until they were well enveloped inside the thick vegetation that began about fourteen feet from the shore.
"Well, I can't be absolutely sure," Jack said, "but I think it is "La isla de los siete fantasmas."
"What on earth does that mean?" Genevieve asked, eyeing the thick green trees suspiciously.
"The island of the seven phantoms."
"Oh great, but wait, I thought that you said you didn't how this island had gotten here."
"Oh Genevieve," Xander said, "you have no imagination."
"Well obviously not, I mean, here I am with a man who has had an affair with a mermaid and Brigand's daughter and honestly I believe the mermaid story as being more probable but I don't think that islands can just appear out of thin air."
"Brigand's d--?" Xander started to say before Jack elbowed him in the stomach hard.
Jack glared at Gen and he caught her arm in his hand again, squeezing hard before she hissed out an annoyed breath.
Finally they reached a clearing where everything seemed to go silent.
"This place is really spooky," Gen said.
"Xander, you go west," Jack whispered, "Gen and I will go east. Let's see if we can meet somewhere in the middle. I'd like to get a feeling of just how big this island is."
"No problem. You two play nice now," he said, laughter in his voice as he disappeared in the underbrush.
"Jack, what are you looking for? Why did we have to stop here?"
"Because love," he said, "there's treasure on this island."
"Oh please," she said, "that is so overused."
"Tell me Genevieve," he continued, "have you ever heard of this island?"
"What? No," she said, shaking her head confusedly at his question. "Why would I have?"
"Because there's a long history for this treasure. The Island of the Seven Phantoms used to play host to the gods. Now it's deserted because of the curse."
"Curse? You honestly expect me to believe there's some curse on this little island?"
"Would you hold your tongue for just a moment and let me speak? Honestly!" he said, exasperated. "Apparently during the war between the Greeks and Trojans, Poseidon created an island rising up of the sea. Here he had placed the treasure of the seven phantoms."
"Why--" Jack cut her off as he held up his hand.
"The treasure of the seven phantoms is the lost treasure of all the ancient civilizations. He told the leader of both armies of it's existence and said that whomever won the final battle would be free to take the treasures. However, they must pass the seven tests. Most people think that it never existed, but me," he said, "I prefer to think creatively."
"That makes no sense whatsoever," she said. "How do you know we're even on the right island?"
"Because, love," he said. "I have you."
