Disclaimer: I do not own Pocahontas or Pirates of the Caribbean.
I'm sick of putting that disclaimer up. Just apply it to every chapter from here on out, 'kay? xD Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
The Black Pearl glided across the now-calm ocean. She had run into a storm yesterday. Not much damage had been taken, but everything on the deck and below - including the crew - was still waterlogged. Nothing was ahead but the serene blue. If one looked back, one could still see the ominously steely clouds moving south, away from the ship.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the man at the helm of the Pearl, did not look back. He didn't care to. Jack always moved forward, never stopping for reflection nor regret. He was a drifter, a man who lived life by the direction of his whims and the winds on the sea. That wind fluttered his dirtied white shirt cuffs and wild, almost dreadlocked, hair now as he contemplated where it was taking him this time.
Whispers in the Carribean spoke of the New World and the fantastic treasure supposed to be hidden there. Like any other pirate, Jack jumped at the mere thought of gold. He and Gibbs had promptly hired a crew and set off north on the Pearl. The journey had taken some weeks now. The crew grew more restless and hungry (food was running low) the further they went. If the ship didn't land within the next couple of days, Jack reckoned there would be big trouble. They might even be forced to turn back, and Jack hated to do that.
Jacks' right hand released the wheel to dart into his jacket pocket. It closed around a small square something. He brought it out and flipped it open - his compass. It was a curious little thing because it didn't point north. The arrow swiveled every which way before settling on a direction - behind them. Jack looked up. They were heading in the direction of the setting sun. Now that's not right. They had to go the other way; the storm had thrown them too much to the west. He said as much to Gibbs, who was standing next to him. His first mate immediately started barking orders at the crew. The men below sprang into action, scurrying around the deck like ants in an overturned nest.
Jacks' lips lifted in a crooked cynical little smile. He clicked his compass closed and slipped it back into his pocket. He turned the ships' wheel gently, accommodating the direction change while making sure nothing would go overboard. His kohl-lined brown eyes roamed over the horizon and rested on the place where sea and sky blurred together. Thats' where Jack was going, and no one could tell him otherwise.
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Yay for pirates :) Thanks for reading, please review! Chapter 3 will be up soon!