A/N- Hey everybody, lol, you must have all forgotten about this story by now! Senior year is uber busy, tis my excuse, well it's a good thing that I went SCUBA diving with my friends for Discovery World. Krissy and I got out of the pool early and spent ages talking in the locker rooms… anyway… onward.
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Carrie grabbed hold to the starboard side, her kohl-lined eyes turned towards the horizon. It's not like she meant to get sick all of a sudden, but the waves in the pelagic sea was sometimes too much for her to handle. It's not like she didn't have company, Krissy and Becca were both surrendering their breakfasts to the sea. The seas started to get rough this time of year, which was the shared thought all around. Dave came up to the deck and chuckled, "Well, we see who the man of the crew is now, don't we?" He joked, yet his face soon turned green and he joined the "oh so merry" group at the side.
Everyone grumbled and kept telling themselves to look out to the horizon. Willing it to make them feel better. Suddenly the waves got larger, and everyone, except for Dave, wished that they were safely under the water, scuba diving.
The squall seemed to come out of nowhere, the sky darkening a deep purple. Lightning blitzed across the sky and the resounding thunder was monstrous. A dark shape loomed in the distance, the sight did not escape one person, but nobody wanted to admit to it. They all looked mesmerized at the shape, closing the gap between the ship, it started to rain, and the wind got so strong that the drops were going sideways. It was hard to move but everyone scampered to the hold stairs.
Barbossa sniggered at us as we flew down the steps like frightened lambs. "Ah, what be scarin' me little beauties." The thunder decided to answer him, along with an eerie music in the backround, it sounded like an organ.
"Kay, I don't know about you, but isn't this getting very," she grabbed Krissy's shoulder "I'm going to suck your blood-ish?" She looked around, "Wait, dark ship, freaky organ music? Are any of your minds sorta drifting towards the name Davy Jones?" She visibly shuddered at the name. Krissy, Dave, and Carrie were obviously thinking the same thing, they all seemed to recoil into the recesses of the hold.
On the contrary, everyone else looked to it as a challenge. It seemed that they all had something in mind for Davy. Will looked at the 2000's with a glint in his eye that could only mean that he wanted his father back. Barbossa still looked fierce, but it looked as though he had something to settle with Jones as well. Everyone else just looked ready for a fight.
"Well, if you're all intent on killing him, I've got bad news, the Trading Company saw fit to get the heart of Jones, so that means that Davy and his crew are under the control of the British. Now does anyone want to waltz up and fight? And anyways, there's no way to fight Jones and his crew, they're all seaweedy and not killable." She looked at the crew, hoping for some reaction.
Will raised an eyebrow. "Seweedy and not killable?" He looked at her.
"Well, you try being in the same TAC as someone for four years! Just try not to pick up any habits from the person!" She said defensively, gesturing to Becca.
"Krissy's right," Dave said, "There's no way we can get up on the ship and try and take it. Their security is too tight and anyways, Will, someone must have told the Company that your father's on the ship, this is probably some trap." He looked imploringly at everyone, awaiting assent.
The silence in the room seemed to make the music all the more loud, the person playing it was obviously quite ticked, the notes were loud and obnoxious, the player must have been slamming at random keys. Suddenly the music stopped. A spooky silence replaced it, everyone was tense, except, obviously, for Barbossa.
There were sounds of wood on wood, which could only mean that someone was trying to board the ship. And, the sound that everyone was dreading began, KLUNK pause KLUNK pause.
Davy Jones was on the Sparrow's Flight.