A/N: Thanks for the review! I would like to point out that this story is loosely based off the plot description given by the writers of Pirates of the Caribbean on the audio commentary for Curse of the Black Pearl. If I have made any critical continuity or plot errors, please feel free to tell me, and I will make sure to fix it as soon as possible!
The sun rose over the crystal blue waters the next morning, giving light to a new day. The pirates aboard the Black Pearl did their usual jobs.
The most loyal pirate aboard the ship, Bootstrap Bill Turner, was tightening the mast, as he overheard a voice come from behind him.
"Pintel! Raghetti! Below decks! Now!"
Bootstrap turned his head to see Barbossa glaring at the two deckhands, directing them towards the door leading below decks.
What could they have done now? Thought Bootstrap. After all, Pintel and Raghetti were the two most useless crewmembers aboard, their only good quality was their lack of fear, but that was likely due to stupidity.
But, as it always did, Bootstrap's curiosity got the best of him. He managed to slip away from his job without anyone noticing, and quietly followed the three pirates below decks.
It was hard to remain quiet; seeing as Bootstrap's heavy boots made a noticeable thud with every step he took. However, next to all the other noises aboard the Black Pearl, a couple of clonking footsteps would hardly be noticed. He stopped walking when he heard Barbossa speaking from around the corner.
"The two of ye been working on this ship for some time now, aye?" Barbossa inquired. Pintel and Raghetti gave sounds of approval.
My goodness! Is he going to relieve them from the crew? Bootstrap pondered as he continued to listen.
"And ye be far tired of being lowly deckhands I 'magine," Barbossa continued.
"That we are sir, a great bit," Raghetti answered, nearly stuttering.
"Then I have a proposal for ye," said Barbossa, taking on a new, more menacing demeanor.
A new proposal? This can't be good.
"Yah see, gents. Captain Sparrow has long known the coordinates of the Island of Isla de Muerta, and yet has refused to go there to take on its large treasure," Barbossa began, "But he has been foolish enough to bestow the coordinates onto myself."
"But he's the captain," Pintel chimed in "It'd do us no good you knowing the coordinates if he's captain."
"Ah, that be exactly the reason I speak with ye," Barbossa continued, "It has come to my belief that if we are to continue to succeed as a crew, we must get rid of what's holding us back."
"And what do you suppose that is?" Pintel questioned.
"The past two months have not been kind to us," Barbossa said, slowly revealing his point, "Ports have been near barren, and we've had no success in getting any sort of wealth at all. It's high time we rid ourselves of the person who lead us there!"
Pintel and Raghetti stared blankly back at Barbossa.
"Captain Sparrow!" Barbossa spat.
"What are you saying we do?" Raghetti said puzzled.
"What's only natural, I say we mutiny him, and head to Isla de Muerta to obtain a treasure we've only ever dreamed of. One we could have had by now, had not Captain Sparrow foolishly left it by itself."
A Mutiny?! Bootstrap's senses quickly coming back to him after being absorbed in the conversation. He thinks the captain isn't going to find out about this? Well I'll make sure he does. Bootstrap immediately began to walk back towards the stairs when he heard a voice from behind him that made his blood run cold.
"Mr. Turner, and where do you think ye be goin'?"
Bootstrap spun on the spot and looked back to see Barbossa emerge from around the corner.
"Surely ye didn't think ye'd be allowed in on the conversation without swearing your loyalty to us, now, did ye?"
Bootstrap was at a loss for words.