Two hours later the Black Pearl was anchored in a convenient bay and she watched as her beloved captain stood proudly at the stern of a long boat with his crew laboriously rowing it to shore. Two more long boats followed closely behind the one that bore the self-righteous pirate captain, one of them holding his second mate the renowned female pirate Anna-Maria.
Jack stepped deftly from the long boat and onto the beach as the small vessel hit the white sand and he began walking in his estranged way up to the tree line. He sauntered to the wall of palm trees and jungle vines, all unharmed from the lightning and forceful winds, which caused even more confusion among the pirates.
The cloud-walls that had blasted out from the centre of the solitary island only a couple of hours before surly would have at least bent a few palm trees over, blown the sand, and ripped some landscape away! Yet, nothing, no burn marks from the lightning, no fires or smouldering remnants, all this was incredibly hard to comprehend considering that the Black Pearl had been rocked by the force and had even been lifted up out of the ocean!
'What's going on?' Jack whispered in his mind as he made his way brazenly to the middle of the island followed closely by his motley-looking crew. He was starting to feel apprehensive about his decision to inspect what the strange phenomenon was all about but he continued through the unharmed flora and into the unknown. He opened his ears to any sound but there was none save for the rustling of the palm frons in the wind and the waves hitting the white sand of the beach, there were no animal sounds or bird calls whatsoever; very strange.
When Jack reached the centre he had to lean back in surprise, and not because the centre of the island was just as unharmed as the rest of the lone landmass. He took a tentative step forward, feeling uneasy. As he came upon it he knelt down, looked back at his crew with an 'if-this-turns-out-bad-screw-the-code-and-avenge-me' look on his face.
What really was shocking to him was a strangely dressed figure lying unconscious in the centre of the clearing. How did they get here? He wondered as he scratched the stubble on his cheek, he turned his head slightly as Anna-Maria strode up behind him, glaring in her usual way before motioning with her head, "what do you make of that Jack?" she said walking a few more steps forward cautiously and tapping the leg of the sprawled person with her boot.
Jack rolled his eyes heavenward and mouthed a curse, everyone forgot about it! He motioned the eternally grumpy woman back with a wave of his hand and she reluctantly did as he bid, 'at least she remembers that much!' he thought venomously. He turned his head on the side as he glanced back towards the curious figure and so many questions ran though his head as he began an inspection.
He leaned in closely, sniffed, and then leaned back as he made a face as though he were mulling over this new information. He fiddled with his strangely beaded goatee in a thoughtful manner, 'Doesn't smell or looked burned…'
Once again, he turned his head on the side in curious behaviour causing the beads and other miscellaneous objects in his dreadlocked hair to tingle together. Was this person the cause of the prior phenomenon? Did the dark cloud and lightning, the bright flash and shockwaves; was that all owing to her? Did she do it or did it happen to her?
The woman and she was definitely a woman, he thought pervertedly as he inspected her closer seemed to be of Irish or Scottish heritage, one of the two from what he could tell at least. He was well travelled and she certainly had the features of that ilk, 'Intriguing'.
He removed his captain's hat so that he could scratch his head as this action always seemed to help his thought processes, and then he fiddled with his goatee as he began to theorise. 'Why is she here and where did she come from?' he flicked a bead and pursed his lips as the crew watched on silently as their captain thought.
'Be she an angel, p'haps, sent by the almighty lord himself?' Jack wasn't an overly religious man and so he would of course try and find other explanations. His eyes slitted, he was coming no closer to any kind of plausible answer and was just attempting to bullshit his way along but even that wasn't being successful to his usual standard.
Reaching his hand out, he put his grubby and tanned fingers to the woman's throat, feeling for a pulse. He found one. 'So she's alive and has a heartbeat. That tells me so much', he thought sarcastically. 'Come on Jack ye old scallywag!' he growled in his mind, he had to find the answers to all his questions. 'Maybe it's all something mystical, definitely supernatural', he licked his lips in a thoughtful manner and leaned in again for another close inspection.
His mouth slowly opened as he moved his tongue around inside his mouth, another habit that seemed to help him think. She started moving and then she waved a hand in front of her nose and her face wrinkled up in disgust, "Uck, what's that fucking stench?" she asked opening her dark eyes angrily and he looked into the burning gaze curiously.
"Ye awake love?" He asked and then watched as she frantically scrabbled to her feet and ran away to hide behind a tree, leaning out from behind it to glare at him.
'That's just what I need', he thought, 'another woman glaring at me'. He sighed then started to move forward and the woman started making warning motions with her hands before shouting, "You stay back you figment of my imagination!"
Jack screwed up his nose trying to understand what she meant then shrugged his shoulders and moved forward anyway causing her to shrink behind the tree fearfully, "I'm warning you, stay back!" she shouted again her eyes wide and hysterical.
"Aye love, I heard ye", Jack muttered still advancing, "I'm gonna figure this out and it ain't gonna be the last thing I do either".
Just like an animal when it's scared and has been cornered, she charged at him with her fist held high ready to inflict some damage. Deftly, Jack dodged the sloppy attack and then using the sash around his waist, he tied her hands together behind her back. She squealed and struggled but she wasn't able to free herself and Jack sat her down much to her chagrin then he squatted in front of her.
"Guess what I saw a couple of hours ago", he asked her with a smirk and she didn't reply, just glared.
Jack snorted and told her but she seemed as confused as he felt, which didn't help matters. She had come clean about her not being from here, she seemed to think that she was from another timeline and mentioned something about alternate dimensions, whatever they were.
"See I-uh" she said then shrugged her shoulders, her hands still bound behind her, "I blame Modi!" she suddenly cried, "It's all his fault!"
"Modi?" Jack asked, leaning back on his haunches.
"Yeah, he said he could do it but I didn't believe him. I thought he was all talk no action , ya know?" She didn't give him time to answer however as she continued, "I just wanted to see this uh… certain person but to do that we needed to mess around with times and dimensions but I didn't think he could do it!"
"Do what, exactly, love?"
She looked around her, raised her shoulders and then looked at him with wide eyes, "This!"
"So this Modi, he was responsible for that strange storm and chucking my ship around?" He wanted to have a word with this Modi and a fist too.
"I think that the storm thingy might have just been a consequence like: he might not have actually been planning to you know, hurt your ship".
"He better not have, Old Jack just got her back". She giggled and he looked at her strangely, "What?"
"Jack, back… it's funny because it rhymes" She smiled at him and he rolled his eyes.
"Well now that we've figured that out, we'll be leaving ye to ye own devices. Have a nice day!" He waved and then began walking away. He got two steps, snapped his fingers in remembrance then turned and walked back to her, "almost forgot", he said next to her ear as he removed his sash from her hands and wrapped it back around his waist. Once again, he turned and walked away from her and it didn't take long for her litany of protests to begin.
There was no light, only darkness. He didn't know if his eyes actually were open so he brought his hands up to feel his face, to 'see' if they were. They were so he deduced that he must just be in a very dark place where no light was, he got to his feet carefully and his head bumped into something and he ducked back down bringing a hand to his head to sooth the pain.
He grit his teeth as he stumbled forward, trying to find a wall and hopefully a way out of the darkness. He soon saw a dim light and he headed its way carefully, not wanting to injure himself unduly.
Once in the light and outside, he found that he had been in a very dark cave or cavern and he gave it a glare as he rubbed his head and walked away. He had no idea where he was, what he was doing here, and how he got here… Well maybe that wasn't entirely true, he had an idea of how and why he was here but he still didn't know where he was but he had told them he could do it. They didn't believe him but he told them that he was almighty and could send them to the 17th century and they're beloved pirates too bad it had sent him.
He decided to make the best of the situation until he was able to build another machine to send them back to their time and dimension, how was he supposed to rule the world in the 17th century? An evil smirk edged its way onto his face, 'quite easily' he rectified. 'Considering the level of intelligence and technology, I'm like the Asgard and the humans leaving out their little problem with the Replicators.'
First things first though, he would have to survive long enough to be able to get on a ship, take over, get some supplies build an army and then create war. Step one was already complete now it was time he moved onto step two…
Author's Note: This update is for silvereyedelven, my second reviewer, and thanks for the rum it was very helpful. I hope this new chapter sates your curiosity but also piques it at the same time!
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