The next morning, we were all sleeping in late after having drunk ourselves stupid with the reunion the night before, and I was awakened by panicked scuffling up on deck. I had barely buttoned my shirt when a heavy pounding came at my door. It was Charlie.
"Captain! There's an enemy ship on the horizon, and Captain Sparrow is preparing for…well, the worst." Charlie looked uncomfortable, now why would that be? We had dealt with all kinds of fights and opponents before…the worst? So we run into another pirate Lord, like Jack. What could happen? Lord's don't ever fight each other, agreements are made, that's just how you work with so few pure pirate's left on the great waters. And I…well I'm as good as an honorary Lord, what with Jack practically protecting me like one of his own fleet.
"Charlie? What aren't ya tellin' meh man?" I looked him straight in the eye. He gulped, and caved.
"I don't think Jack wanted yer fer any treasure huntin' Thorn. I think whoever that is comin, is coming after 'im." Oh God… Lord's wars were not worth the effort, not at all. If that was more than a single ship, I wasn't going to get my crew killed for a Sparrow, even if he was my favorite one. I'd go out there and sort this out. Damn it, Jack! He knew I'd do this. The man can't negotiate with real pirates for his life. He's a manipulator. But to be a pirate Lord, you can't afford to be easily manipulated, and Jack knew I was tougher than he. Great.
I ran up on deck, and took out the spyglass I kept handy. I cursed, a most unlady like word that would have greyed my poor mothers hair.
"It's Villanueva, that Spanish bastards after Jack again." this was why Jack was preparing for the worst. The Spanish Pirate Lord control half the seas of the world, specifically around the Americans, andmany of the Carribbean Islands. Jack was known for having stole a good many precious items, ships, women even, right out from under the old mans nose. He finally caught Jack. And me. Damn,and if Chevalle didn't show up, it'd be a blessing. The stupid, stuck up Frenchman would trail Villanueva half way round the world for a pearl the size of a pebble just for the chance to fight him. Three pirate Lords, two determined to kill eachother, one pathetically unhelpful, and me. Once again, damn. I closed the spyglass and looked around at my crew, all waiting for orders.
"Well what the hell are ye waitin for?! Stow the goods, ready the cannons and look like we ain't ready to fight. Cause Hell knows we damn well are." my men cheered. It was good to have so many loyals around me. This would be difficult, but it was possible to make it out alive with them. I needed to talk to Jack. I made for a dingy that could take me to the Pearl, and glared when I saw that it was already occupied.
"Landon, get the hell out! In fact, just jump overboard why don't you?! What are you doin in there anyway? Thought you'd still be passed out with yer brother?" he grinned sheepishly, I rolled my eyes.
"A fight's coming, can't sleep through cannon blasts I'm afraid! And aren't ya glad I came to warn ye? Jack was goin to wait for the shots to start firin to tell ya what was goin on!"I nodded, grudgingly thanking him, and then started. He was holding his hand out to me, trying to be a gentleman for once.
"What? I thought ye were goin to see Jack with meh? Don't want a hand?" He slowly pulled his hand back and I stepped gracefully in on my own.
We started out across the water to the Black Pearl, we were almost there when Villanueva started firing, announcing his presence. We scrambled up the side of the ship, and it took me less than a second to find Jack.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?! If ya had gotten meh sooner I could be back Captaining my own ship right now! And here I am, having to save your sorry arse again!" the shots were petering out, they hadn't been aimed well, and on purpose. Just a warning, they were, Villanueva was going to see if we'd surrender. Ha, us two? A woman and a drunk, surrender? Now why would we do that?