AN/ Don't Own anything besides the plot
Summary Sequel to Curse of The Cutthroat Viking. Three years of being thought dead Will 'Blade' Turner returns to save his sister from marrying Bryant Antonio. With the cutthroat pirate Jolly Rodger reappearing. Trouble insures with Sparrow running from Davy Jones with a debt to pay. Au version of Dead Man's Chest.
Chapter 1
Now I stood at the helm of the Viking. My new first mate Donavon stood at the helm as well only this time steering the ship through the rough Southern China Seas.
Hudson had fallen ill about a year ago and soon fallen to his illness. No one knew of my survival only my crew and my father. Francize my navigator had also past on to the othersider the only survivor beside myself of the ship wreak of the Spanish warship had been Rodrigo.
His hatred of the navy was much like my own. He also had been pressganged into servitude aboard the Spanish warship. But his story was much sadder then my own. He came from a small Spanish port on the west coast of Spain. His father had died when he was barely ten and his mother had killed by desertions of the Spanish Navy.
"Capt." I turned to face Rodrigo as he walked up to the helm. He handed me the spyglass and pointed to the west. Not 900 meters away was the Black Pearl. What Sparrow was doing out here was beyond me.
"Their not a threat Rodrigo" I said putting down the spyglass. Thankfully a fog that was thick enough to conceal us from the view of the Black Pearl.
"Get more wind in those sails" I yelled to the crew, I limped down to the main deck. I headed to my cabin.
It was a few more hours before I heard 'Land Ho' yelled from the deck. The small Chinese port was a busily of active in and out of the market place. I saw a shadow pass over the market place. People ran in fear. Stalls were knocked over left right and center. I managed to get out of the way of a runway cart.
It was the largest dragon I had ever seen in my lifetime. I saw a familiar person running over the rooftops of the near by teashops and bathhouses. I stood there as Kristy hung from the edge of the rooftop looking me dead in the eye.
I turned and walked into a darken alleyway that was well out of view of the market place. I watched as she killed the dragon and Sparrow pushed his way through the crowd. And Navel Marines quickly swarmed the market place.
Out in the bay was the HMS Wolf-Maiden my mother's ship that the fattened Governor of St James had built for her. I quickly made it back to the Viking thankfully without being seen.
The Viking was conceal from sight as the Pearl and another ship past by. I gave orders to Donavon to follow the Pearl. I walked down to the main deck and into my cabin. I woke in a cold sweat dreams were ok but nightmares not so much.
We were three hours sail behind the Black Pearl and Kristy's new ship wherever she had stolen it from. My mother's ship the Wolf-Maiden was about five hours' sail behind us.
If it hadn't been for Tia Dialma I would have been dead even if sometimes she was a tad how could one put this polity strange? And what had gone on between have her and Sparrow it was beyond me what she had seen in him.
Six months earlier
I was walking along the streets of St Thompson. It was a small pirate port about five days' sail east of Tortuga. I looked up at the sigh the hung above the door of the tavern. St Thompson was like Tortuga but much smaller.
Whores and drunks filled the streets. I shock my head as I passed a whorehouse or brothel whatever you called the bloody place. Women wearing very little were hanging from the windows and balconies. Pulling up their skirts at the pirates moving about in the street below.
Even though it had been two and a half years since I had been with a women. God how I missed her. My father had been to Port Royal once or twice in the last two years to see how Elizabeth was. I didn't think twice or even give those women a second glance as I walked past.
I walked into the tavern. The place was packed with drunks, pirates and wenches. I found my father at a table in the back corner of the tavern.
"Wat it be gents" The barmaid said walking up to the table.
"Two rums" My father said, the barmaid walked off the bar to get the two mugs of rum. It was then two wenches came towards our table.
"Fancy a roll squire" The wench to the left said. My father told her friend he wasn't interested. She merely shrugged her shoulders and walked off to try her luck with another man.
The barmaid soon returned and placed the two mugs of rum on the table and walked off. The wench that had been here earlier returned. She sat on lap without so much as word.
"Get off me" I said shoving her off me she landed on the floor with a thud. The music stopped as people looked in our direction.
"This one bothering you Rose" A large man said walking towards us. I stood to my full height I was taller then he but at least an inch.
"No he anit Jake" She said getting to her feet. Dusting herself off and walking off to find another man to try her luck with.
Jake gave on last look up and down before walking away to the bar.
"Why was it you wanted to see me for anyway?" I asked turning my attention back to my father.
"It's about Sparrow," My father said setting down his mug of rum on the table.
"What about him" I asked placing my now empty mug on the table.
"Jones is looking for him to settle his debt" My father said, Jones was my grate grandfather which was a little weird one might say. My grandmother whom I had never met had been Jones and Calypso daughter.
"100 years service before the mast, or a hundred souls," I muttered to my self under my breath.
"One other thing Jolly Rodger has been spotted in the Caribbean" My father said hardly above a whisper. Jolly Rodger was the kind of pirate that gave those that applied by the pirate code a bad name. He and his cutthroat crew had been attacking ships and settlements for years.
"Wasn't he cursed by the heathen gods and the Breathan Court to roam the darkest part of hell for all of entirety?" I asked, my father only nodded.
Not all that much was know of Jolly Rodger these days. It was more of a story mothers told there children if they wouldn't behave that Jolly Rodger would come for them. But Jolly Rodger rein of terror had begun about forty years ago.
Back then he went by the name Fredrick Thomas. A young privateer with a promising future ahead him. But when he returned one day to find his wife with another man. Some say he killed them both.
It was then he took the name Jolly Rodger. Jolly Rodger made Barbossa look like a saint.
The Navy was too busy with the war in America at the moment to worry about pirates. But I had a feeling that Jolly Rodger was some how in league with the Navy or worse the East India Trading Company.
The Breathan Court and the Heathen Gods had made it so the Jolly Rodger could never be released from the darkest pit of hell that place could find.
"You miss her don't you" My father asked, I was awoken from my daydream at the sound of his voice.
"Aye ever days harder then the last" I said, I had just found something that made me have meaning and it had been take away from me. But I knew it most have been worse for Elizabeth believing the man she loved was dead and the father of her child.