Not really Efia-an. Sorry.
I had ment for this chapter to be longer but I decided to split it in two. Sorry about the shortness but it'd have taken me ages to do the two bits together.
I'm going to put in another warning: this story is not nice. I'm no good at writting happy stuff.
I'll try update quickly.
Morning dawned to find Captain Jack Sparrow bound by the wrists and hanging over the starboard side of his ship. His right shoulder had already dislocated from the strain.
The sea was a sparkling sapphire blue.
The spray was salty.
The sun was blinding and hot.
Blood was dripping into his eyes.
The world was red.
Every wave the Pearl crested sent a jolt of sharp pain through his arms.
The crew were laughing.
They threw something wet down on him.
He wanted to cut them to pieces.
He wanted them to burn in hell.
He didn't want to think about the pain.
They were coming up on a small island.
It hurt to breath with broken ribs.
The Pearl seemed to be flying over the ocean.
Blood loss was producing a sick shaky feeling.
"'Oy Jack!" someone shouted. And they were pulling on his rope, hauling him back up to the railing. He found that quite a large part of him would prefer to remain dangling.
They pulled him part way over then stopped. Barbossa leaned across to stare Jack in the face. He smiled that stinking, rotten toothed smile. Producing a pistol he loaded in a shot.
"Now I could just kill ya Jack. But I be feeling merciful today." He grinned. "Besides, I don't be wanting yer brains splattered all over my new ship." He tucked the weapon into the band of Jack's trousers and for a moment every muscle in the young captain's body tensed and he forgot how to breathe. "So I'll be letting ya do it yerself."
He turned and addressed someone Jack couldn't see. "And how about ye Bootstrap? Do ye want ta follow yer captain?"
A mumbled reply.
A laugh. "Didn't think so."
He couldn't blame Bill, knew he'd have done the same.
Suddenly the hold on his rope was released, returning him abruptly to his original position. The force pulled his left shoulder from its socket too. Little stars of pain flashed before his eyes. He looked up in time to see his former first mate swing his sword and sever the rope. Then he was plunged into the water.