Cold As Glass
Sequel to Heart of Glass
A Pirate Lord's Adventure
Chapter 4
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I hummed to myself, in a soothing tone.
The boat wouldn't stop rocking from side to side. But I thanked my lucky stars that I was born with a sailor's stomach, and that I could handle any kind of weather out at sea.
But fortunately, I was small enough to creep into the back of the hold, where I had plenty of space to stretch my limbs and (uncomfortably) sleep. I could also hear anything that went on in the captain's cabin, above me. Thus I knew how long, when, and where we were going.
I lounged across a crate, resting my legs upon a box, pulling my hat over my face, trying to ignore the appetizing smell of the captain's meal.
I'm so hungry.
"I wasn't expecting you to turn into a pirate, little one."
I froze and held my breath. I knew that voice. I knew it all too well. But that voice was suppose to be…
"Bootstrap…" my voice cracked, as my hat was being pulled off of my head by the foreigner.
He looked so different. So much older…so much…so much more like a…sea creature. He had coral growing upon him, with sea weeds covering his body, and looked like he had just stepped out of a hurricane. He even had barnacles covering his body and smelt like spoiled water.
"You look like your mother," he commented, sill holding the hat up.
"You're…you're-you're supposed to be-"
"Dead?" he teased with that familiar kind smile. Sweet Jesus, he looked so much like his son. I had almost forgotten.
"Is this a dream?" I stuttered, sitting up, pushing myself up against the box.
"No, sorry, poppet," he slightly laughed, taking a seat upon a box not to far away from me. But I swear I could hear his bones creak with every movement.
"It figures," I grunted, taking my hat and putting it back upon the top of my head, ignoring how it felt wet. "If this were a dream Sirius would be here."
I sourly wrapped my arms around me, while I brought my legs to my chest.
"Ah…" he looked over at my feet, in a distant manor," that's right. You married Jack's boy."
"And now he's dead, because of Jack," I hissed loudly.
Bootstrap slowly glanced up at me, and murmured," I know. Jack told me."
"I bet he has no remorse about it too." I grunted, sticking my noise up in the air.
Bootstrap sighed, before beginning, starting a totally different topic," Jack got the Pearl back with the help my son too. He's turned into a pirate."
"A forced pirate, just like me."
Bootstrap sadly nodded in agreement, as if his mind was somewhere else.
I groaned and questioned," And to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?"
"You sound like Jack," he chuckled, looking down at his feet. Once again looking distant.
But I just narrowed my eyes upon him, causing him to silence and stop his comparison. I didn't want to be compared to that scumbag Jack Sparrow.
"He sent me. Davy Jones."
I reeled back slightly, remembering all of the tales of Davy Jones. But everything came together in an odd manor.
"So that's how you are still alive…" I trailed off, glancing over at him again. Letting my eyes glance over his form.
"I chose it," Bootstrap reassured, explaining," I stood up for Jack, during the mutiny, your father started. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped me to a cannon, I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move, unable to die, and then I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, and I said I would take it. I would trade anything for it."
I bitter sweetly sighed, understanding his pain yet his hope to live.
"It's funny," I paused looking up at him," what someone will do to try to keep what they love."
He nodded in agreement, before he began again," But because of your father's captaining of the Pearl, a small fee must be paid. And now that you are the heir to the Pirate Lord Caspian title, you must pay his fee."
"What fee?" I whimpered, barely letting my voice to be heard.