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 3
It was nearing dawn I lent my arms against the railing of the balcony. If we where going to leave we had made it quick. I walked back into the room grabbing my shirt, vest and jacket along with my effects.
I kissed the top of her head. She opened her eyes as I sat on bed pulling on my boots about to leave.
"I have to go before I'm spotted by the watch," I said referring to the redcoats that the Governor had patrolling the outskirts of the manor. She nodded in reply.
I kissed the top of her head. I climbed down from the balcony. The first sign of dawn as the sun slowly began to rise from behind the horizon.
I rowed back to the Viking climbing up the ladder. The crewmembers that had been on night watch pulled the longboat up from the water.
Pulling my shirt over my head I threw it to the floor. My cutlass and another weapons where sitting on my desk. I kicked off my boots.
I feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Nine Months Earlier.
It had been three months since I had left Tia Dialma's shack to look for Kristy and Jack. We had made through a bad storm more like a hurricane than a storm.
We had stopped in at St Rosa Del Toro a small Spanish port near Cuba. For supplies and ship repairs to the Viking.
The only tavern or inn on the island was run down. Whores hung from windowsills pulling up the hems of their skirt at passing pirates and drunk alike.
Rodrigo, Donavon and myself had gone to the only inn or tavern on the island by the name of La hija del capitán in Spanish it meant The Captain's Daughter.
The barmaid left with our orders. I turned my head at the sound of a heated argument going on at a table not to far from the one that me, Donavon and Rodrigo where seated at.
"Soy tuyo treinta chelines "The woman growled at the man seated across from her. I knew that voice all to well it was Ana Maire.
"Yo no te debo nada puta" The taller Spaniard yelled back at Ana Maria.
"Sí lo hace Diego" Ana Marie snapped back at him. He got his feet and pulled his sword from its sheaf.
"Usted me llama una puta mentirosa" Diego snarled his sword at the ready. I got up form my chair.
"Hey que nadie te diga lo anit agradable para golpear a las mujeres" I said standing next to Ana Maria
"No te metas en este cachorro es entre ella y yo, y no te importa" Diego said turning his attention to me now
"Es cuando se trata de un amigo mío que siento el culo hijo de puta" I growled at Diego, He backs off when he noticed the tattoo on my left forearm. It was the Jolly Rodger of the Flying Dutchmen.
He soon dropped a bag of gold coins on the table and left the tavern as fast as he could. Ana Maria looked anger and shocked at seeing me.
"Dead men don't scare off people like Diego so easy" Ana Maria said looking me in the eye.
"Being dead to a lot of people is easier then being alive to them," I said pulling up another chair at the table where Donavon and Rodrigo where seated talking amongst themselves
"So that doesn't explain why he ran," Ana Maria said as the barmaid returned with three mugs of rum and ale.
"Maybe because of this" I said pointing to the tattoo on my left forearm, Ana Maria looked at the tattoo that Tia Dialma had done for shortly before I left to go in search of Kristy and Jack.
"How do you know the Jolly Rodger of that ship?" Ana Maria asked I merely shrugged and said nothing as I set my now empty mug on the table.
"So how is it you two know each other" Rodrigo spoke up for the first time since Ana Maria had joined us at the table.
"We're old friends one could say Rodrigo" I said leaning back into my chair. I said nothing after that for most of night.
I was woken by a knock on my cabin door. Groaning I got out of bed pulling on my shirt and vest. I pulled on my boots before strapping my weapons into place.
Walking onto the deck all of the crew where up on deck awaiting orders. By the position of the sun it was mid morning.
We had hour before the wedding was to start.
"Donavon you've explained the plan to the crew" I asked, Donavon merely nodded an answer of yes.
Slowly the minutes past. The anchor was lifted from the seabed. Slowly we sailed to Fort Charles. The anchor was dropped. Grappling hooks where thrown to the edge of the battlements of the fort.
As we climbed up the ropes to the top of the battlements of the fort. The courtyard was packed with people and navel marines of both of the East India Trading Company and Royal Navy based in Port Royal.
I watched from the battlement as Elizabeth walked down the aisle. She didn't look too happy as she approached the priest.
Donavon handed me a musket. I took aim at the wall above the priest. Pulling the trigger. The musket ball bounced off the wall about four or five miller meters above the priest's head.
Navel Marines looked around as the crew rushed into the courtyard. Donavon, Rodrigo and myself slid down rope down to the courtyard.
My cutlass drawn I disarmed the first marine that came at me with a bayonet. A tomahawk replaced my hatchet. I pulled my pistol from my belt. I aimed my pistol and fired hitting a marine right between the eyes, blood and brain matter sprayed out with the back of his skull.
I put my pistol back into my belt. I parried another sword that was a few miller meters away from my throat.
Elizabeth had picked up a sword dropped by a dead marine even though wearing a dress and a corset. I spotted the Governor hiding behind a pillar. None of the Viking's crew had fallen.
Over the past three years they had been trained harder then any pirate crew or navel crew had been trained.
"Admiral let us go and we'll let the Governor go," I said coming into view my blood stained cutlass at his throat.
"You'll never leave this port alive you or any of your crew." The Admiral said stepping forward he had already lost thirty men did he want to lose more of his men.
"Do you want to risk the Governor's life on that?" I said pushing the cutlass harder into the Governor's throat.
"Lower your weapons" The Admiral said as the navel marines lowered their weapons I released the Governor.
"One more thing Admiral I think the Governor's daughter will be aiding in our escape" I said placing my sword at Elizabeth's throat. The cutlass was tilted up to avoid cutting any skin.
Most of the crew and my self where at the edge of the battlements of the fort, Donavon, Rodrigo and the rest of the crew had gone to the Governor's manor to get my son. I smirked as I looked down at the water below. A ship sprang form under the water's surface in the bay.
Both the Dutchmen and Viking began to fire at the same time at the fort. I withdrew the cutlass from Elizabeth neck.
"Release her now Pirate or die" I turned to see a man fighting his way towards me. I took him to be Elizabeth's finance well ex fiancé.
"Shut up Edwards I never loved you" Elizabeth said hitting him right between the eyes. The loud crack as his nose broke on impact with Elizabeth's fist.
There was a large explosion looking in direction of the explosion. It was the black powder stores that exploded for some reason or other I didn't know.
Sliding down the rope to the longboat below. I pulled both of my pistols from my belt; I cut the ropes attached to the grappling hook.
Rowing back to the Viking. The crew climbed the ladder and longboats where pulled from the water. I climbed the ladder lastly after Elizabeth and another three members of the crew.
I made my way to my cabin. I closed the door behind me. I almost collapsed into my chair. I pulled my cutlass from its sheaf I wiped the fresh blood off of the cutlass. The door opened again. It was Elizabeth carrying a young boy I took to be my son.
I felt a deep pit of guilt feel my soul I had missed out on so much in the last two years of his life. The guilt I felt deep inside me felt like a knife had been stabbed in my heart and was being twisted with sick twisted pleasure.