Origins of a Pirate
Chapter 21
The water swelled, his ship cast into hell. What was this kind of torture that attracted so many to the watery depths of Davy Jones' Locker? He had reached it to be sure, the golden cascading waters in front of him did not lie. But did he really want to take the eternal sip of life?
Perhaps it was a trick, a ruse created to deceit and maim any sailor who dare drink from her poison cup. How many had tried before him? How many had failed?
In all his time of being a captain, he had yet to discover one single person who had ever come across the fountain and had lived to tell the tale. He felt as if he had amazing luck, or perhaps the heathen gods- those which he prayed to in vain for all these years- were finally smiling upon him, rewarding him and his wife for their struggles.
Delaine was beside him as he approached the urethral fountain, although not in her entire form. He could still feel the beating of her heart, the warm love as she pressed his head up to her bosom. Oh why wouldn't she walk once again? Why couldn't she speak to him, to share her motherly love with the man who needed it the most?
But enough with these thoughts of revelry and hope.
He closed his eyes and took a sip.
And then it all went black.
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She tried not to look into the morals of it all. After all, with her new "profession" how could she? She had found herself over the last six months intermingling with the dirtiest of the dirty, the drunks and the pirates, the thieves and the murders.
It was disgusting really. The way they paid her a petty pence to steal her body away for an entire night. The stifled groans of pleasure as she fulfilled her duties in dark alleyways.
Would she ever escape out of this madness? Would she ever truly belong to herself once again, free to pick and choose for love instead of money?
The first time, it had been a living hell. The man was old, gnarled, and ugly; his face a tree scared by a fire. She shook uncontrollably as he unbuttoned his dirty trousers and caressed her so.
But now, she felt nothing. Not their sweaty backs, their hairy chests. Nothing. Only the money.
Only the money.
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He was confused. There was something familiar about the whole situation. This man- no this pirate… he had seen before. But yet he hadn't. The kohl and dreadlocks were new, but the sense of adventure was still the same. It had always been the same.
For this was the man that he had met so long ago. This was his charge.
His first charge.
It was a daunting experience in his life to be sure, to take care of a pirate. What if the man had escaped? What if he had been threatened or worse killed by this savage?
Cut was angered by the fact that this man- this Captain Jack Sparrow had not learned from his punishment. That was the purpose of the branding after all, to teach those who have made mistakes to stay in line. Cutler wished that he had convinced his superiors to hang this man, to rid the world of his foolishness long ago. It had been a mistake, a mistake of an inexperienced young rookie who had too much compassion for others, too much feeling for those who had done wrong. It was an honest mistake, however an annoying one.
And one which he would never make again.
This Jack Sparrow would die.
And Cut would be the one to kill him.
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And so ends chapter 21. Please enjoy, I know it took me a long time to write, but I've been really busy for quite some time now. Please review... with cherries on top? (I don't even like cherries myself but if that's what gets you to review than go ahead, i'll give you a ship full of cherries for a well rounded review)*
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