The Insanity of the Carribbean
Disclaimer: Still don't own POTC or any related subjects except the merchant guy, the Pirates I made up, and the kitty.
A/N: Ok, this is really short, sorry for the long wait. I had writer's block :O. So here it 'tis, all set and ready. Chap 6 coming soon. Enjoy.
Chapter 5: Bad Omens
Norrington paced back and forth on the deck. Back and forth. Back and forth. The he paced forth and back, just for a change. He took off his wig and fiddled with it. Then he put it back on. He retraced their route twice on the map, then checked several other maps. He tried to sleep, but it alluded him. He read a book, but the story line just increased his nervousness.
/Story/
The evil pirate shot the Commodore twice, but missed and failed to kill him. He slowly strangled...
/Ship/
The Commodore quickly shut the book. A rat scurried into the cabin, ran around in a circle, then hid under the bed. There was a loud scratching at the door, Norrington walked over and opened it. The ship's cat scrambled in and crossed the Commodore's path. The rat ran out from under the bed and then hid in a hole. The black cat pounced and missed, chasing the rodent down the hole. The black cat reached in with a paw, but got it stuck.
Meow! The black cat gave the commodore a pitiful look. Norrington pulled the cat's paw out of the hole and put it outside the cabin. Curiosity caught the cat, he thought to himself. After pacing again, Norrington finally decided to head up deck. When he got there he did a rigorous test to make sure everything was tip-top and ready to fight pirates. The cannons were set, the ropes were ready, the men were waiting, bayonets in hand. All was ready.
"Land ho!" a sailor shouted from atop the crow's nest. A murmur passed throughout the sailors. The island where the unknown pirates hung about had been sighted.
"Very good." Norrington said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Now, circle the island and keep and eye out for those pirates." he ordered. The sailors saluted and went about their duties. "And Sparrow." The Commodore muttered to himself, but nobody heard.
"Commodore, you'd better have a look at this!" a sailor yelled. Norrington hurried over to see what the fuss was about.
"Yes?" he asked, anticipating a sighting of the pirate ship.
"Captain, the rats are leaving!" the sailor shouted. Indeed, all the ship's rats were scrambling out and swimming for the island. The sailors all paused what they were doing to look at them in dismay. It was said that when the rats deserting a ship fortold bad luck and the doom of the ship. The Commodore clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"We are men of the navy, we do not fear rats! 'Tis but an old wives tale, and a silly one at that! Besides, all the rats are gone! They will no longer eat our supplies! Now back to your duties!" Norrington said. Still, there was nervous muttering as the sailors continued what they had left off. "Silly superstition." Norrington muttered and went about the ship, inspecting things nervously. Unknown to the sailors and the Commodore, a lone shark swam behind the ship, followed by others. The sharks were patient, circling about behind the ship, waiting for the feast to begin.
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