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Chapter 4. The Captain's Demise

The next day they were all assembled on deck in front of the grizzled captain. By now Jack was the only one who was not too keen to surrender to a new leadership, his youth and obstinate nature keeping him from the truth that it was either this or the depths.

"So," drawled The Captain. "ye wanna join our crew good an' proper likes eh?" The crew in question laughed and jeered behind him.
"Barbossa, take off th' ropes."

As his hands were untied Pintel felt a welcome relief surge to his fingertips. He rubbed his wrists gratefully.

"Now, let's see wha' ye can do." The Captain said, preparing to make orders. However before he could voice them a flash of black hair and silver metal hit him in the stomach and he stumbled back stunned, a dark pool spreading from his navel. The crewman named Barbossa howled and lunged forward towards the culprit, Jack Sparrow. An uproarious commotion ensued as the entire crew moved forward as one, stepping over the now dead body of their captain to get a piece of the murderous scoundrel in their midst. However, before any of them had a chance to grab him Jack used his newfound freedom to leap overboard.

The crowd stopped for a second but then as order was restored the black man took charge and ordered Ragetti to go after 'the villainous piece of meat'. Furious at his master's untimely death the boy complied, eager and pleased that he would be the one to avenge his master's demise.

Ragetti dived into the water and made his way towards Jack who was struggling slightly due to not having used his legs properly in so long. As Ragetti reached his target he dove underwater to pull Sparrow down and put him off whilst he was dispatched. As an underwater tussle ensued, lasting at least a minute until both boys were bursting for air, it seemed from the boat as if both boys had drowned. Suddenly the sea turned red and the crew leaned forward to see which lad the blood belonged to. As the boys came up the crew realised that it belonged to one of their own.

As blood streamed down his face Ragetti screamed in pain, floundering about in the water to get, not only his breath, but his bearings and wits as well. As each slowly came to him he realised that Jack was getting away and, smearing the blood from his face – although it seemed to do nothing to fix his vision, he made after him. Jack, who seemed to think that the battle was won hardly noticed the splashing behind him until a dagger entered his back. Gasping, Jack lurched forward to get away, but the damage was done and his vision clouded. As warmth spread up his back, the boy succumbed to the blackness, slumping forward in the water.

Ragetti returned to The Whirlwind feeling somewhat dazed himself. He needed help to get back onboard and noticed, rather drowsily, that the pain seemed for the time being to have gone. Now that his anger was sated with the death of a foe, his mind caved in to his own loss of blood. Ragetti stumbled forward, falling on the wooden boards, and lying there until one of the crew decided to finally take him below.