Disclaimer: You should know I don't own them by now, don't you?
A/N: WOW! It's been a while since an update. Don't worry though, I've actually finished writing this up. I'm surprised at how good it actually is. It's still a mystery to most of you what is going to happen next but I hope you'll enjoy it that way.
If you've been following all along, I've changed the title of this from Death is a Weapon to The Island of Lost Soul. I think it really fits a lot better now. I've revamped some of the story and made it a bit less violent. Besides that, it's basically the same. Enjoy.
Chapter 7
As the men loaded the cannons on the Black Pearl, the ship was fast approaching. He wasn't sure if it was the Cicatriz and Jack held the wheel tensely wondering of the upcoming battle that might ensue. Annamaria stood by and watched the approaching ship. As she muttered a tumble of swear words under her breath, Captain Sparrow chuckled softly.
"Now, now Annamaria. In a few minutes you might be saying it to her face. Wouldn't ye like to wait?"
She looked over at him with amusement. "That was just a warm up," Anna replied, easing a little of the tension that was felt throughout the Black Pearl. Jack chuckled but his amusement didn't last long.
"Captain, they're putting up a flag of truce," Jack looked up suddenly at his sailor's comment. This was unexpected and seemingly quite deliberate. The sailors on the approaching ship still seemed armed but they hadn't fired a single shot. It was odd to say the least and if this was the ship Sparrow was searching for, there were no signs of Captain Morgan White.
"Hullo there!" a sailor shouted cheerfully to the sailors of the Pearl.
"Annamaria..," Jack said as he moved away from the wheel. Before he could finish his sentence, she was at his place by the wheel.
"We've run out of fresh water! Most of our sailors have become sick. We don't want to fight you if we don't have to."
"Are you the Captain?" Jack shouted back.
"No. He's dead or nearly. Doesn't really matter," the tall dark haired pirate responded with half a laugh. "I'm Tuck Wright."
Jack thought about it for a moment. It didn't seem right but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something was wrong about the whole thing. Jack felt as if he should recognize the figurehead of the ship of a lady who held a sword across her chest. As he looked at the ship, it gave him a bad feeling. It was if it had bad karma attached to it. Something was just not right.
Jack didn't respond to the dark haired pirate. He just tossed a look towards Annamaria and Gibbs as he figured out what to do next. Before he had to, the other ship decided for him.
"We are laying our arms down," Tuck said as the crew began unfastening and laying down their weapons on the deck of the ship. "If you wish to take us prisoner that is your choice. Either way, we will die at sea."
"Jack, what is it that you suppose we do?" Gibbs asked, not one of them knowing of the danger that awaited them in the shadows of that ship.
"They surrendered to us. Might as well take them aboard. See if they've got anything that might be of any use," Sparrow said, turning to Gibbs. "Prepare to board," Jack shouted to the crew who were patiently awaiting orders. "Cotton, Duncan, get their guns. The rest of you split up. Annamaria, follow me.
In response to his orders, he reviewed the dirty look from her. She could take care of herself and they both knew that but Jack knew of the safety in numbers.
The pirates of the Black Pearl boarded the silent ship and began tying their prisoners with the extra rope from the Pearl. People might have been easier to search while they were dead but these pirates weren't putting up much of a fight.
As they were brought aboard the Pearl, some of Jack's crew made a search below deck. "There's no food, Jack. No food and no water. They're starving to death, poor devils," Gibbs said as he reappeared with some of the crew.
"If you are going to sink our ship, will you let the Captain know so that he may be prepared for his death," a dark Mexican with a thick accent said before he was brought to the other ship.
Jack gave him a quick nod. "We'll tell yer captain of our plans."
"Mucho gracious, senior," the Mexican replied as he was transported to the Pearl.
Jack looked over towards Annamaria but found she had gone. "Bloody woman," he mumbled as he wandered off to find the Captain's quarters.
As he opened the door to what he assumed was the right room, he stopped suddenly at the sight he saw before him. Pounds of flour, crates of chicken and most importantly, barrels of water were lined up against the walls and stacked nearly to the ceiling. That wasn't what surprised Jack as much as the eyes that were holding Annamaria back. It looked as if the devil himself was hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
Before Jack could protest to anything, he felt the sharp point of a blade poking into his back. "Welcome aboard the Cicatriz, Captain Sparrow. I've heard so much about you."
