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Captain Will "Blade" Tuner of The Cutthroat Viking a blood thirst pirate, feared thought out the seven seas but most all the Caribbean. When pirates ransack Port Royal, a former enemy returns AU version of The Cruse of the Black Pearl

Chapter 6

It was well past midnight I took the wheel from Hudson, I guide the Viking thought the water, an ere feeling crept up my spine. Dawn was a few hours away; The Red Dragon was ahead of us by a few hours following the Black Pearl. I swore I heard someone moving around on deck.

A hooded figure appear on deck below me, who either it was stood at the bow of the Viking looking out into the fogging night sky, fear began to creep into the back of my mind I shook my self of the thought as I walked away from the helm, the rest of the crew were sleeping or on night watch, Quinn took the wheel, looking at me oddly as I head towards the bow.

I drew my cutlass curiously as I approached the hooded figure. Something about the hooded figure seemed oddly familiar about them.

"Turn around slowly" I order to the hooded figure whom obey to what I had told them to do, they turned to face me, I almost dropped my cutlass in shock, the hooded figure was my older brother Ben, whom I had not seen for over twelve years

"Why so curious little brother" My face darkened with anger at my older brother whom had betrayed me to the Spanish when I was thirteen. The only person I trusted more than our father had sold his little brother into slaver on a Spanish merchant ship for a few gold coins, it seemed I was just a mere position to him, but I was his flesh and blood, as they say blood is thicker than water which was true of course, but why after all these years would he come looking for the brother he carried nothing for, it seemed to him I was just a bartering passage to any island he wanted to go.

I didn't say anything in reply I held my tong on the matter. I clenched my fists in attempt not to hit him in the jaw after all the pain and suffering I had injured on the St Maria at the hands of her Captain and his first mate, because my brother had simply not caring what happened to his little brother had sold him into being another man's slave.

14 years earlier

I stood at the bow of the Pearl. Jack Sparrow was only sixteen at the time; Ben was in trouble with the Captain Teagan, Jack father whom was captain of the Pearl. I had spent all my life at sea. Ben was only three years older than me and two years younger than Jack.

I watched as the waves crashed into the side of The Peal. Ben had reserved a thrashing for his troubles; he had stolen the captain prised pistol.

"What yu look at bastard" Ben spat it was always the same every time he received a punishment from our father or the captain he would blame me for it.

I heard the harsh slap across Bens face was from our father who had back handed him, but he had dissevered it.

I was brought back to reality as Ben went move past me. I sheathed my cutlass. I grabbed hold of his forearm.

"Why should I trust after yu sold me to those Spanish dogs" I said not letting go of his arm, My eyes not leaving his as he went to get his arm free from my grip.

"I'm yur brother why is it that yu do not trust me brother" My jaw clenched in build hatred of my brother, I was not going to let him anywhere near Elizabeth because I knew that he would betray any one for a few messily gold coins like he had done to me all those years ago.

"Not after yu sold me to those Spanish bastards Ben" I let go of his arm, as he walked past me, Quinn gave me an odd look when I came back to the helm.

"Quinn lock him in the brig until further notice" I said taking wheel from Quinn who nodded and grabbed Ben by the arm and led him below decks.

Dawn was a few hours away, the cool Caribbean wind picked up; the first sights of dawn were starting to emerge from the darkness of the night.

Just as the sun appeared from behind the horizon, the goddess herself appeared from my cabin, I had not slept at all the night before. I had sat in my cabin watching as she slept, trying to come up with a plan to rescue Kristy from Barbossa.

Barbossa lacked one thing in his plan to lift the cruse he didn't have the medallion, which of course was still in my position. As long as I had the medallion it was still good leverage to get Kristy back from Barbossa. Antonio an older member of the crew took the wheel as I walked towards the bow were Elizabeth stood leaning against the railing staring out at across the ocean.

She had her back turned to me as I approached her, she didn't seem to notice I was there. She leant back into my chest as I wrapped on arm around her. I felt the ship jerk violently to the portside. I had almost lost my balance. Hot red pain shot thought my leg when the ship stoped jerking to portside.

"Will are you alight" I heard her ask but I merely grunted in reply trying not to put too much pressure on my sore leg. Whoever had been at the helm when the ship had scraped along a reef, I was going to hurt them badly, if I ever got my hands on them.

I limped off towards the helm to talk with Hudson whom was talking with Donavon about something I couldn't make out what they were talking about as I approached them, rather limping.

"About the prisoner in the brig, the crew want to know what's goin to be done with him Capt." I turned to look at Donavon

"He is to remain in the brig until further notice" I said before heading to my cabin for a long overdue rest. I threw my shirt in the corner near my desk were my weapons and boots sat.

Two years earlier

I made my way through the streets of Tortuga, a new pirate threat had appeared in the Caribbean about a month ago, a pirate whom went by the name Kristy Killer captain of the Red Dragon she was the second most powerful pirate ship in the Caribbean after the Viking.

I had spent the better part of the last three years, making a fool of the prat better known as Captain Norringtion of the royal bloody navy of Port Royal

I found Jack in his use well spot, with two wenches on his arms, Scarlet and Gisele it didn't matter how long he was gone for or what he did Jack always got slapped by these two wenches in particular it seemed not that I cared what the bloody hell he did when he was in Tortuga of all places, that was his own business.

"Then they made me here chief" Jack was tell the latest version of how he got off the god for shaken bit of land, that Barbossa marooned him on.

"Really, Sparrow I thought it was that yu commandeered a rum runnier ship single handed with as so much as firing on shot from yur pistol" I say leaning against the wooden post that was nearest to the table, Scarlet and Gisele looked at me in horror no doubt they had heard the stories of the dread captain of the Cutthroat Viking it seemed.

"Whelp hat a pleasant surprise, don't yu ave an erten Capt. To annoy" Jack was annoyed that I had roughed his chance with the two wenches that had left only a minute before.

"Ah, where'd be the fun in that Jack" I say taking a swing from the half empty bottle of rum, Jack was still sulking it seemed after Scarlet and Gisele had gone else were, for the night.

A dark clocked figure caught my attention, Jack didn't seem to notice he was too busy sulking it seemed, a dragon tattoo on the stranger for arm caught my attention, story has it that Killer wore a similar tattoo on his forearm.

Just as Jack went to take a swing from the bottle, a dagger came out of no were smashing the bottle mid swig leaving only a little of it left , the dagger hit the wooden wall behind us with a thud.

"Didn't know yu were so careless Sparrow" I turned my head at the voice, it wasn't male, it was in fact a woman. She had blood red eyes and jet black hair.

It was strange I thought that I had met her before but I couldn't quite place it. I mental kicked myself, she was Lady Kristina of St James, her father was the Governor, as much of git as he was.

I woke with a start as I heard the cabin door open and close. I felt a hand run down my back, I knew who the person was, but I would let myself open my eyes to look at them. My eyes met those of an angle it seemed.

"Donavon said to come wake you" I sat up; I noticed blood dripping from the wound that I had received from Barbossa.

I got up from the bed; Elizabeth seemed to notice that blood was running freely from the wound. Before I could set one foot outside my cabin I was forced to sit, while she restitched my wound and this time banged it tightly and placed it in a sling.