Three days later, Captain Jack 'Scallywag' Sparrow stood at the wheel, steering his beautiful ship through the expansive Caribbean Sea and its calming blue waters with a wide grin on his face. He once again watched as the sun dipped low as it set to kiss the ocean and stain it orange; with the freedom his lifestyle held, he was able to see such beauty daily and it never got old.
He glanced away from the stunning sight and back to his motley crew as they did their assigned tasks; the ship ran as smoothly as ever especially now that they all knew and were comfortable with each other. They were in such a routine that he hardly had to bark orders at them anymore but that didn't stop old Gibbs from barking them anyway. If anyone looked to have too much time on their hands then there the old codger was giving them a piece of his mind.
When he looked at his old mate, he was reminded of an old dog, the ones that got grumpier and grumpier with age and the happiest he saw him was when his head was throne back and their was alcohol pouring down his throat. He chuckled as Gibbs' choice words rose and the wind carried them to him.
He let out a sigh as the wind passed then looked down at the wheel and gave it a little squeeze to reassure his ship. People thought it strange the love that he had for his ship, the fact that he talked to her and touched her as though she were a real woman made them laugh but his ship would do anything for him.
They said it was impossible to find the Isla de Muerta and Cortez's gold but his ship had led him straight there and he'd found the 'broken' compass and that's when his first mate ran a mutiny. He patted his ship again comfortingly, after the sadistic and abusive rule of Barbossa the Pearl had been in bad shape. As soon as he got his ship back, he had started the repairs and finally she was restored to her former glory and she sailed magnificently, looking stunning while doing so.
Jack was still intent on his plan, codenamed: Whelp Extraction, even if Gibbs said he was daft. Gibbs said that about everything he did and besides, daft was fine for him, it worked. He glanced over his crew again and then at the serenity surrounding him. Suddenly a powerful wind ripped through and passed the ship causing the Pearl to fly forwards in tow of the force. Everyone on the Pearl fell forwards, luckily for Jack; he had the wheel to stop his fall.
He turned his head around quickly in a panic as his crew picked themselves up from the deck ready to fight but there was no enemy near that needed a new hold ripped and realising this, their shoulders sagged. Everyone watched as a strange wall of clouds barrelled along the top of the water reaching up to the sky in an arc.
Jack stood stock still, only his eyes moved, as they darted from side to side. "Okay", he said slightly baffled then shrugged it off when nothing else happened and he cursed his men back to work. Another more powerful cloud hit and went past, just as suddenly as the first one and this time it lifted his adored ship up into the air and then released her. "Everyone grab a hold of some'in!" He shouted as he latched himself onto the wheel.
The Black Pearl crashed back into the sea raising a large wave in her wake that splatter over her sides and onto her deck, soaking everyone with salty seawater. Jack stood up pissed and shouted at the cloud-wall as it disappeared beyond the horizon, "come back here and try that again you yellow sone of a bitch!" He shook hi ringed fist threateningly at it.
Turning around, he looked past the aft end of the Pearl trying to find where the forceful cloud had come from, he had never seen anything like it. His eyes widened what he saw amazed and confused him at the same time. The only word he could find to explain what he was seeing was 'phenomenon'.
Large jutting lightning appeared to be assaulting a lone island but there were no clouds in the sky, no storm. The lightning bombarded the small island with ostensibly no effect to the island itself. The electricity started to build, growing bigger and broader, covering more and more space, until there was a large 'boom' its climax reached and the ship rocked with the force of yet another unseeable wall.
Centrifugal force, strong and invisible, barrelled past them lifting the Pearl from the ocean and pushing her, she flew forwards before once again, bashing into sea. It blasted out from the centre of the island wrapped with bouncing lightning bolts, to barrage the Pearl three more times with a resonating 'boom' each time.
After the intense assault, the electricity and lightning disappeared and everything returned to normal. Jack and his extremely confused pirate crew just stood still a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Jack squinted, focusing his line of vision to a place above the island of unharmed palm trees, he had seen something and now a large dark cloud grew from nothingness there, something incredibly supernatural was happening at that lone island but to what end?
Jack took a few tentative steps forward as large bolts of lightning erupted out of the black cloud at different angles, jagged and fierce and all ended up converging on the centre of the island. Jack had to cover his eyes when there was a single blinding flash and then came a large wave of heat, the shockwave 'boom' and the ship rocked once more then everything was silent and all unnatural things were gone. Normal only remained.
At least fifteen minutes passed by and nothing untoward happened, nothing else out of the ordinary. Jack quietly ordered Gibbs and his crew back to their posts with a few muttered curses. He turned his back on the motley bunch as he looked at the isolated island, he wanted to know why the weather had acted so strangely, 'can it even be called weather? What happened there and more importantly, why?'
Once again, Jack's curiosity got the better of him and he turned the Pearl around heading for the island, the question of what and why running through his head like a nagging child. With his hands clasped around the rungs of the wheel with a firm but gentle grip, he sent a venomous glare up to the man in his crows nest, 'lazy bastard', he thought. Wasn't the point of having a crows nest, for the man posted there to shout out when something was happening and where? 'Stupid snivelling idgit'.
idgit – child of idiot and git – an insult used among pirates commonly; when used your not just calling them an idiot but a git as well.
Author's Note: This is for the benefit of scoobygang-alumni, who I would also like to thank for their review. As there is going to be a love triangle between Elizabeth, Will and an Original Character it is going to be focused on all three.
I wrote this with my friend's preferences in mind, she has a deep seething hatred for the woman simply because of the fact that she's with Will. My friend will come up with a multitude of reasons why she's a slut. I'm not that way inclined with concerns to Elizabeth, I think she's all right but in this story she's gradually going to moved out of the way and then the Original Character will be left with Will all to herself, if you get my drift.
Anyway, scoobygang-alumni, here's the update you wanted and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first.
For everyone else, please review!