Title: Pirates of the Caribbean- The Far-Side of the World
Author: Nikita Cheri and Ulfric of the Riverwind Pack
Disclaimer: If we really owned PotC would we be posting this? No I thought not.
Warning/Author Notes:
NC:Mary-Sues abound but plot accompanies them so it's all okay!
Ulfric: And SLASH! But that was a given with us!
NC: Mmmmm…. Slash… drifts off to daydreams of Jack and Norrington
Ulfric: I love Minas Tirith!
NC: No!
Ulfric: Any way! On with the story! We hope you like it! it's a work in progress but we promise to finish it!
NC: Shit! Don't say that… then I have to follow through on something. whimper
Ulfric: ahh bummer for you… oh that reminds me! Please note that there will be swearing, this is a pirate fic, so it's a given.
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It was the incoming tide that first woke Jack from his unconscious state. Let me tell you, salt water up the nose is not a happy way to wake up. Jack sat up quickly sputtering and coughing. He reached up to wipe his face off only to find that his sleeve was covered in sand. Through mass effort, which involved untucking his shirt he finally managed to regain his vision. Tuning his gaze from the open ocean, he found himself looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman, and then his vision went dark.
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There are tales. Stories told by the folk who inhabit the far reaches of the maps, those who live in the uncharted waters that have "here there be dragons" scrawled over them. Gibbs told of a mythical beast, the Kraken. It is from these waters that the Kraken was born. There are other tales though ones that never reach into the well-traveled waters of the Mediterranean or in the Atlantic and Indian oceans.
There is a tale known well by those folk at the edge of the map. It is said that there is an island, Insula A Vita, the island of life. On this island there is a spring, which feeds all the fresh water on the island with blessed water. This water can return life to the dead and cure even a broken heart. Growing amongst the smooth rocks and crystalline water of the spring is a tree that bears the most lush and savory fruit known on this earth. A single bite is said to insure unnatural long life, some say immortality.
There is one point on which these stories diverge. Some say the island is inhabited by a race of beautiful women, their youth preserved by the magic of the island. Others say it is instead a tribe of fearsome warriors that dwell on the island. No one really knows for sure.
Except perhaps Tia Dalma. None of the crew really understood why she insisted on coming with them. She was hardly a sea-faring woman, in fact, if not for her concoctions she would've spent the first days leaning off the port side relieving her stomach of its duties. Rumors from the crew said she came with them because she had finally revived her lover from the dead and could not bear to lose him again. Gibbs however, held that she herself was from the edge of the earth and wanted to return there again.
Under her guidance, they had traveled to Port Ningún, where they commandeered a vessel known in local water for her speed. The ship was the Sea Witch, and it was sailing due west with a slight south word tilt, headed straight for the Gold Road. It would take them a week to cross Panama then commandeer another ship for their voyage into the unknown. It would be there on the far coast they would hear tales of this island of life. Tia assured them it would be their final destination.
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"Mr. Norrington,
On behalf of Lord Cutler Bagget, of the East India Trading Company, you are formally commissioned with the disposal of the following traitors of the crown.
Mr. William Turner
Mrs. Elizabeth Swann
Jack Sparrow…" Norrington paused for a moment to mutter "Captain" beneath his breath before continuing with the letter.
"and Former Governor Weatherby Swann.
We require evidence of each of the aforementioned party's demise. Any valuables on their person or ship should be properly logged and turned in too myself at which time I shall determine your percentage. You have until the new year. I expectantly await news of your success.
Lieutenant Mercer
East India Trading Co."
Norrington glared down at the letter in his hand as he raised a bottle of rum to his mouth.
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You know from the crows nest you can see everything, things people don't want you to see, like right now I can see Erin and Sal tossing the dice instead of swabin' the deck like they were supposed to be. Prue, who was supposed to be checking the knots on the starboard rigging paused to stare at the horizon, unfortunately she hasn't realized the ropes she leaning on is about to give away. Mary who had been actually fulfilling her tasks looks up just in time to spare Prue from an untimely swim.
"Hey Maggy! What'chya doin'?"
Startled, I glare down at the red headed woman standing jauntily upon the mizzenmast "My job Red, what about you?"
"Im practicing!" she says proudly, while valiantly attempting to walk across the mast.
"you need it" I mumble.
Just as she was about to respond she is interrupted by the captain yelling up
"Red!"
"Aye Cap'n?"
"Get your scrawny clumsy arse on deck and swab it before I swab it with ye!"
"Aye Cap'n!" with that she waves and climbs down, the captain then walks over to where Erin and Sal were throwin' the die and promptly confiscates them and yells at them to get back to work. I watch as she marches back up to the helm where she continues her calculations with my sister and her first mate Sadie at the wheel. After hearing my other crew members get scolded for being lacks in their duties I decide to return back to mine… uh oh a ship, how long has that been there? "umm… ehem… Cap'n! Ship off the port bow!"
The captain rolls her eyes and looks up in frustration, shouting as loudly as she possibly can "Maggy are ye talkin' to yerself again or do you mean me ta hear ye" as everyone else snickers.
"I'm talkin' ta ye Cap'n, there's a ship off the port bow!"
"Port ye say!" she yells up to me, and I nod as I climb down to talk to them. Just as I get there I her Sadie say to the captain "You know Maxy. There's a reason why they call you Musket Max, you need to stop firin' those guns off so close to yer ears. Are they flying any colors Maggy?" she asks me. I shake my head. Sadie and Max share a look before Sadie yells out to the crew "Ready the sails lassies pirates on the horizon!"
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TBC
END NOTES! Hehehehe
Ulfric: We hope you liked it! we will get the next chapter up soon…
NC: Since we're going to go continue it like… now.
Ulfric: Don't forget to review! We like those!
NC: Flames too! We can use them to roast the bodies of our enemies! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ulfric: even though we could just throw them over board instead… anyway, we're going to work on the next chapter! Who knows we might even work on the third one as well.