Drinking Tales

Summary – Pirates being Pirates.

Captain Blackbeard; the scourge of the oceans and Gentleman extraordinaire, yelled orders to his men as they engaged with another pirates ship. His flag whipped in the oceans wind as they heaved too, and sent a broadside into the other ship.

Captain Blackbeard smiled grimly as another of his ships came upon the other side of the enemy ship; sails full of the wind and as it passed, another broadside entered the ship sporting black sails. Captain Blackbeard laughed heartily when he heard someone yell..

"STOP BLOWING HOLES IN ME SHIP!"

Ah, yes, that was Sparrow all right; the thorn in his side since his hostile take over of the oceans had started just six months before. He had decided that it was high time for him to take over the Caribbean. Find Isle De Morta and gain everlasting life! He knew that he was getting older; he didn't want to die, and he had made a point of not doing so.

His ship rocked as the Black Pearl fired canons into her. He glared at the man who just waved back, black hair whipping in the wind. Blackbeard gave the signal, and his men boarded Sparrows ship; as did the men from The Bloody Baron, which was part of his Armada.

Blackbeard smirked; soon, he would add the Pearl to his Armada and kill Sparrow; then he could complete his task and gain his treasure.

CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow dogged a blow, fumbled for his sword and then he drew it out with a flourish before stabbing the man who had been trying to kill him. This fight had taken a turn for the worst and Jack was at a loss as to what he was supposed to do. He had been in tight spots before, he knew, but he had always known what the out come would be.

Still, he didn't see a way to fly with two of Blackbeard's ship pummeling him on both sides, and half of each ships crew attacking his own small crew. The Pearl may not have been a huge ship; but she was moderately sized and so he had gotten a crew to fit her. He now wished he had thought this attack through. The Bloody Baron and The Knife's Edge were two of the most dangerous ships to come across; Especially if Blackbeard himself was captaining.

Roars of the enemy pirates came to his ears as Jack ran another through. He saw Anna Maria and Gibbs doing their best to fight off a group of ten; but it was a lost cause. Jack fought his way over, which took him a while. He had killed five more enemy pirates before he could reach his crew mates.

"Hurry down below!" Jack yelled dogging a sword then slitting the man's throat.

"Load the guns on both sides and fire directly into their powder hatch!" he finished his order's and it was then that the fight on board his ship got worse. Jack took out his pistol and shot a man who was about to stab Anna Maria. She gave him a look before she and Gibbs rushed to the stair way that would lead them down below the Pearl.

With that, Jack waded into the fight, killing off as many of the enemy pirates as he was trying to save his own crew. A Captains job was always very hard and never done. Jack threw his small dagger into the back of a rather tall and dark pirate, this pirate died on the spot and as he fell to his knees and died…Jack saw that Captain Blackbeard had boarded his ship and was laughing heartily at the carnage that ravaged the Pearl.

"What do you think your doing?" Jack yelled. Blackbeard smirked at him and drew his own sword.

"Sparrow, I've been waiting for this day," Blackbeard said.

"CAPTAIN! It's CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" Jack yelled and ran towards the giant of a man.

Blackbeard was about six feet tall while Jack was over five foot; even with the more burly man beating him back, Jack gave it his best. Flashes of his fight with Barbossa entered his mind as Jack swung his sword in an arch, which was caught by Blackbeard's own sword. Jack swiped at the man; Blackbeard backed off, but the tip of Jack's sword bit him deeply in the cheek and made a jagged cut.

Blackbeard howled in rage and savagely attacked Jack.

Moments later; which was all to long for Jack, the Pearl swayed back and forth as guns from both sides of her rocked back from their bombardment on the enemy ships. A moment later, another "booming" sound could be heard as the Bloody Baron broke out into flames. Jack smirked at Blackbeard.

"Looks like you got yourself some bad luck, mate!" Jack said.

"Not such bad luck as you will have when I get done with you," Blackbeard said and the fight continued on.

Meanwhile, the guns had been loaded again, despite the fighting on the upper deck, and fired once more. This sent a huge hole into the Bloody Baron, which started to sink. The black sails of the Pearl unfurled as sailors raced to catch the wind. Jack had spent months training his crew in exactly what they should do in case they ever came up against Blackbeard himself.

Jack found himself near the railings edge of the ship; he wondered if he would be pushed overboard or run through, however, he simply shook up some courage. He couldn't die! He had so much to live fore, and currently, one person to love.

"It's over Jack," Blackbeard smirked, and with that, Blackbeard lunged fowrad intent on running the younger man through. Jack ducked, but not fast enough, the sword made its way through his shoulder. Blackbeard pulled back, his sword covered in blood.

"Your dead," Blackbeard muttered before another rumbling caught his attention. It was then that his own first mate came running to him.

"Captain! The Knife's Edge is pulling away from us, what are your orders?" the First Mate asked. Blackbeard, looked at Jack and then smirked once again before turning and ordering all of his surviving crew back to their own ship.

Jack felt himself falling to his injured side, a grown came from him and then all was darkness.

Will was not surprised at what he saw as he entered the port town of Tortuga; he had been there just once before, but he didn't bother ogling as he did the year he first visited. The red feather on his hat bobbed in the wind and was the sign that let an almost drunk Jack wave his friend over to an outside table of the Inn he had chosen as their spot to meet.

Jack looked the way he had always looked – the coal around his eyes, balance off kilter, and a bottle of rum in his hand. His clothes were dirty and smelled of several things, not that Jack cared, and the pirate captain was grinning as if there would be no tomorrow.

"Will, I didn't figure you'd come! Seeing as how you ain't a pirating man," Jack said.

"I figured it was about time to help you out," Will said.

"What do you mean?"

"Not here, right now, let's just…not go after women," Will said as he held his friend back when Jack went for a girl in a scarlet dress who had just walked by. The girl turned and slapped Jack in the face. Which made Will remember a similar scene from before.

"I don't think I deserved that," Jack said.

"I believe you did, but never mind that, women just don't know what a charmer you are," Will said.

"Aye! They don't!" Jack agreed and sat back down again. As did Will, they ordered some rum and then got to talking as they waited. They didn't talk about much, but Jack did recount his adventure with Blackbeard.

"How is your shoulder?" Will asked once he heard about the injury.

"It's fine, it hurts now and then, but the ship's doctor says that it'll be goo as new in a couple more weeks," Jack shrugged, he hissed as he felt the pain in his shoulder.

"Jack, why do you think Blackbeard didn't just kill you?" Will asked.

"Probably thought that my living with the pain of his sword and the embarrassment of being beaten by him is enough…for the moment," Jack replied.

"What now?"

"Now, I find where he is operating, attack when they least expect it and kill that devil! Savvy?"

"Sounds like a good plan, but will the Pearl survive?"

"Of course she will! She's the fastest ship in the Caribbean, lad!"

"Of course, I knew that," Will replied.

Jack shook his head and then the two got down to planning for real.

A/N – All right, first off, the time period between the first part and the second is about two weeks. Please review and tell me what you think?