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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,646
Reviews:
39
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Chapter 12 - The End
And the Winds of Destiny, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – 13+
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech/writing in German. * - * - * is used for scene change/elapsed time.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
A/N: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves’ first name. I don’t know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn’t take offense if he does. Anyway, it’s officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to “The Makings of a Pirate”. If you don’t read the first story, you’re missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven’t read it, please go do so and come back or you won’t understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. Being quite depressed lately about my health and missing my job, I could really use some reviews…and don't think I’m begging for cudos! I happen to love flames and constructive criticism just as much and sometimes more! Lord knows, without constructive criticism, I'd have never fixed some of the boo boos I've made!
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May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung (“Blow”)
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Chapter 12 – The End
The cities of Port Royal and Kingston along with inhabitants of the surrounding areas lined the streets leading from the Governor’s Mansion to the docks through the winding streets. The military were in their dress uniforms; it wasn’t every day that the most popular governor any of them had ever seen left to become the future king of England.
Lord—no, PRINCE—Raymond sadly watched the sights and the crowd go by as his carriage moved slowly through the streets. He kept a beatific smile plastered to his face as he waved to the people, handkerchief in hand, the long, lavender curls of his wig matching his clothes for the occasion.
As the carriage stopped at the dock, two rows of marines snapped to attention, making a path to the gangplank of the HMS Freedom, which had been sent by His Royal Majesty for a speedy delivery of the prince.
Heart of lead but head held high, Prince Raymond flounced aboard the Freedom with a sense of irony so biting that he wept.
The crowd, luckily, thought they were tears of grief over leaving Port Royal. He stood at the rail and waved enthusiastically to the crowd, going through all the motions, feeling like an empty shell; an automaton.
As soon as the ship was out of the harbor, Raymond strode into his cabin, slamming the door.
During the first evening, the helmsman was looking at the sunset as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to acknowledge the man now before him. It was Raymond, but gone completely was the “Poof of Port Royal”.
In its place was a small, wiry man dressed in black, his hair tied back, out of the way. On his belt he carried a sword and a pistol; the sword was a Turner Original.
As the helmsman sized him up, unable to fathom who the man was, Raymond caught his attention. “There’s a big storm coming our way. I’d suggest we heave to and drop anchor till it’s over.”
At a signal from the helmsman, someone brought the captain. “What is it Your Royal Highness wishes, Sir?”
“I wish that we heave to and drop anchor till the storm passes. There are some treacherous waters and reefs in front of us, and I wouldn’t wish to see this ship on the bottom because my warning wasn’t heeded.”
“But Your Highness, the sky is clear, Sir.”
“Nevertheless, there’s a storm brewing. I can smell it, Captain. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve NEVER been wrong.”
“I was ordered by His Royal Majesty King George himself to bring you back to England quickly. As long as the sky remains clear we shall keep going, Sir.”
“I do hope your men can swim then. If this were MY ship, I’d take the next two hours and change heading to Tortuga and drop anchor there. But they don’t take kindly to His Majesty’s Navy, so I don’t suppose you’ll want to go there.”
“You are correct, Your Highness. But I do promise you; we shall drop anchor the moment clouds are sighted, Sir.”
* - * - *
As waves from nowhere broke across the port side of the ship, tossing it almost like a toy boat, men from all watches raced up the ratlines to take in the sails. Others dropped the anchor, hoping it would find purchase on something. Still others were battening down the hatches. As the captain looked up, he saw clear skies; but no...the Eastern stars were being eaten by a pitch blackness. Looking around, he saw no sign of Raymond, so he sent one of the marines to the Prince’s cabin to bid him stay there. When the man returned, he learned that the cabin was empty.
“Well find him! If we return to England without the prince, it’ll be ALL our heads!”
Another wave tried to roll the ship over, but she righted herself without too many problems. So far, three men had been swallowed by the sea, but the sails were almost completely furled. The rain started to pour down as another wave hit. Again, the Freedom kept her balance, pitching another sailor into the sea.
Hinkman, the first mate, pointed up. “Sir! I’ve found Prince Raymond! He’s up the mainmast helping with the sails!”
“NO! Get him down and into his cabin!”
Hinkman threw himself onto a ratline and made his way up most of the way to Raymond’s position. The prince had just finished securing the newly furled sail. “Prince Raymond! The captain says to go to your cabin till this blows over!”
Though he barely heard the first mate over the noise, Raymond looked down to see Hinkman hanging on for dear life. “Get down from there! Don’t you know how dangerous it is up here?”
“Yes I do, Your Highness, and that’s why you are to get DOWN from there, Sir!”
Raymond climbed down to Hinkman’s level and reached around a line, grabbing the first mate’s shirt. “Take this line in both hands and slide down NOW! I’ll be right behind you!” He pulled the younger man forward giving him no choice but to grab the line or fall. Raymond watched as Hinkman slid down the rope, landed and cleared the area. Grabbing the line, Raymond expertly slid to the bottom, where he was met by the captain and two guards.
Captain Huntington did not appear appreciative of his actions. “Take His Highness to his quarters and make sure he doesn’t leave them!” The two guards grabbed Raymond by the arms and ushered him toward his cabin.
As another wave hurled the ship onto its side, there was a great groan, and several of the mast lines snapped; the foremast fell crashing to the deck, hurling six more men into the hungry waters. As the anchor cable ripped through the railing, several feet of decking ripped out of its place, along with the anchor winch.
Quite suddenly, just as the Freedom righted herself, there was a mighty jerk and a deafening ripping sound from below. Another wave followed immediately, capsizing the broken Freedom beyond her ability to roll back. The ship was dead.
* - * - *
When the storm finally cleared, the Black Pearl made her way quickly to the area she’d last seen the Freedom, picking up anything of value and any survivors they could find. When they reached what was left of the Freedom, they found three men sitting on the capsized ship, but no others; a total of seven men including those who they’d found on the way had survived. When asked if anyone had seen Prince Raymond, only one of them responded.
“Yes, Sir. I was ordered to bring His Highness to his cabin. We’d almost gotten there when we capsized. I don’t know what happened to him after that.”
The Pearl and her crew searched the area for three days, but found no more survivors, and few bodies. It seemed the Sea had finally claimed Captain Jack Sparrow.
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TBC
A/N: Oh no! What have I done?! Ok, whip me...beat me...call me a poodle! But at least REVIEW!
Pirates of the Caribbean – 13+
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech/writing in German. * - * - * is used for scene change/elapsed time.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
A/N: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves’ first name. I don’t know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn’t take offense if he does. Anyway, it’s officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to “The Makings of a Pirate”. If you don’t read the first story, you’re missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven’t read it, please go do so and come back or you won’t understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. Being quite depressed lately about my health and missing my job, I could really use some reviews…and don't think I’m begging for cudos! I happen to love flames and constructive criticism just as much and sometimes more! Lord knows, without constructive criticism, I'd have never fixed some of the boo boos I've made!
* - * - * - * - * - * - * - *
May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung (“Blow”)
* - * - * - * - * - * - * - *
Chapter 12 – The End
The cities of Port Royal and Kingston along with inhabitants of the surrounding areas lined the streets leading from the Governor’s Mansion to the docks through the winding streets. The military were in their dress uniforms; it wasn’t every day that the most popular governor any of them had ever seen left to become the future king of England.
Lord—no, PRINCE—Raymond sadly watched the sights and the crowd go by as his carriage moved slowly through the streets. He kept a beatific smile plastered to his face as he waved to the people, handkerchief in hand, the long, lavender curls of his wig matching his clothes for the occasion.
As the carriage stopped at the dock, two rows of marines snapped to attention, making a path to the gangplank of the HMS Freedom, which had been sent by His Royal Majesty for a speedy delivery of the prince.
Heart of lead but head held high, Prince Raymond flounced aboard the Freedom with a sense of irony so biting that he wept.
The crowd, luckily, thought they were tears of grief over leaving Port Royal. He stood at the rail and waved enthusiastically to the crowd, going through all the motions, feeling like an empty shell; an automaton.
As soon as the ship was out of the harbor, Raymond strode into his cabin, slamming the door.
During the first evening, the helmsman was looking at the sunset as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to acknowledge the man now before him. It was Raymond, but gone completely was the “Poof of Port Royal”.
In its place was a small, wiry man dressed in black, his hair tied back, out of the way. On his belt he carried a sword and a pistol; the sword was a Turner Original.
As the helmsman sized him up, unable to fathom who the man was, Raymond caught his attention. “There’s a big storm coming our way. I’d suggest we heave to and drop anchor till it’s over.”
At a signal from the helmsman, someone brought the captain. “What is it Your Royal Highness wishes, Sir?”
“I wish that we heave to and drop anchor till the storm passes. There are some treacherous waters and reefs in front of us, and I wouldn’t wish to see this ship on the bottom because my warning wasn’t heeded.”
“But Your Highness, the sky is clear, Sir.”
“Nevertheless, there’s a storm brewing. I can smell it, Captain. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve NEVER been wrong.”
“I was ordered by His Royal Majesty King George himself to bring you back to England quickly. As long as the sky remains clear we shall keep going, Sir.”
“I do hope your men can swim then. If this were MY ship, I’d take the next two hours and change heading to Tortuga and drop anchor there. But they don’t take kindly to His Majesty’s Navy, so I don’t suppose you’ll want to go there.”
“You are correct, Your Highness. But I do promise you; we shall drop anchor the moment clouds are sighted, Sir.”
* - * - *
As waves from nowhere broke across the port side of the ship, tossing it almost like a toy boat, men from all watches raced up the ratlines to take in the sails. Others dropped the anchor, hoping it would find purchase on something. Still others were battening down the hatches. As the captain looked up, he saw clear skies; but no...the Eastern stars were being eaten by a pitch blackness. Looking around, he saw no sign of Raymond, so he sent one of the marines to the Prince’s cabin to bid him stay there. When the man returned, he learned that the cabin was empty.
“Well find him! If we return to England without the prince, it’ll be ALL our heads!”
Another wave tried to roll the ship over, but she righted herself without too many problems. So far, three men had been swallowed by the sea, but the sails were almost completely furled. The rain started to pour down as another wave hit. Again, the Freedom kept her balance, pitching another sailor into the sea.
Hinkman, the first mate, pointed up. “Sir! I’ve found Prince Raymond! He’s up the mainmast helping with the sails!”
“NO! Get him down and into his cabin!”
Hinkman threw himself onto a ratline and made his way up most of the way to Raymond’s position. The prince had just finished securing the newly furled sail. “Prince Raymond! The captain says to go to your cabin till this blows over!”
Though he barely heard the first mate over the noise, Raymond looked down to see Hinkman hanging on for dear life. “Get down from there! Don’t you know how dangerous it is up here?”
“Yes I do, Your Highness, and that’s why you are to get DOWN from there, Sir!”
Raymond climbed down to Hinkman’s level and reached around a line, grabbing the first mate’s shirt. “Take this line in both hands and slide down NOW! I’ll be right behind you!” He pulled the younger man forward giving him no choice but to grab the line or fall. Raymond watched as Hinkman slid down the rope, landed and cleared the area. Grabbing the line, Raymond expertly slid to the bottom, where he was met by the captain and two guards.
Captain Huntington did not appear appreciative of his actions. “Take His Highness to his quarters and make sure he doesn’t leave them!” The two guards grabbed Raymond by the arms and ushered him toward his cabin.
As another wave hurled the ship onto its side, there was a great groan, and several of the mast lines snapped; the foremast fell crashing to the deck, hurling six more men into the hungry waters. As the anchor cable ripped through the railing, several feet of decking ripped out of its place, along with the anchor winch.
Quite suddenly, just as the Freedom righted herself, there was a mighty jerk and a deafening ripping sound from below. Another wave followed immediately, capsizing the broken Freedom beyond her ability to roll back. The ship was dead.
* - * - *
When the storm finally cleared, the Black Pearl made her way quickly to the area she’d last seen the Freedom, picking up anything of value and any survivors they could find. When they reached what was left of the Freedom, they found three men sitting on the capsized ship, but no others; a total of seven men including those who they’d found on the way had survived. When asked if anyone had seen Prince Raymond, only one of them responded.
“Yes, Sir. I was ordered to bring His Highness to his cabin. We’d almost gotten there when we capsized. I don’t know what happened to him after that.”
The Pearl and her crew searched the area for three days, but found no more survivors, and few bodies. It seemed the Sea had finally claimed Captain Jack Sparrow.
* - * - *
TBC
A/N: Oh no! What have I done?! Ok, whip me...beat me...call me a poodle! But at least REVIEW!