PotC, tale of the redtreatreasure.

Title: Pirates of the Caribbean, tale of the red's treasure.
Author: DBZVelena
Rating: PG-13, for slashiness and kisses.
Pairing: Starting at W/E but will be W/J eventually.
Archive: Ask and I might let ya!
Disclaimer: The Characters etc belong to that mouse who's more famous than Jesus. And the company he's attached to.
Warnings: The idea is for this to be a long story, lots of action, madness and death defying escapes. But there is always the chance I get bored with the story and stop writing. Only solution to that is to keep bugging me to finish it.

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Chapter 2 Aboard The Serenity.

It had been three days since they left Port Royal. They were just south of Hispaniola, then they would sail through the Mona passage and then it was half a day, maybe less until they reached the Virgin islands.
The captain would be glad to be rid of them.
Elizabeth was constantly complaining about the food or that the ship was rocking too hard or some other thing she could think off. Driving Will completely crazy.
If I wasn't crazy before, I am now!
In turn to escape from Elizabeth's whining, Will had driven the captain almost to the point of throwing him overboard with all his questions about the trip.
Thankfully the captain had then decided to give Will something to do. Unfortunately for Will that job was up in the crow's-nest.
He suspected that it was the captain's way to get him out of his hair. The added bonus was that he could avoid Elizabeth when she was complaining. Not that she was complaining all the time. They had shared some beautiful sunsets aboard The Serenity.
Will stared at the horizon, for some hours now a ship had been sailing there in the distance. But he paid it no mind, the ship was too far away. Besides it was most likely on its way to Puerto Rico or the Leeward Islands.
"Will, come down. Its dinner time! Mister Dutch can take it over from you!"
Will looked down. Elizabeth was yelling up at him as if she was a sailor herself. Will hid a grin and started to climb down. As much as Elizabeth tried to be a proper Lady, she had to much fire in her to ever be put down by societies expectations. One of the reasons he loved her so much. In a strange way she reminded him of his mother, God rest her soul.
Once Will's feet were firmly planted on the deck, did he follow Elizabeth to the Captain's cabin for dinner.

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Loud screaming woke Will up. He had been dreaming that he was a pirate captain sailing for Singapore.
While rubbing the sleep from his eyes, more screams were heard.
Curios to what was happening, Will went topside, to almost be run over by sailors who were desperately trying to stay ahead of the ship he'd seen the day before. He looked at the flag and realized it was flying a red flag with a yellow sword on each side and a ship in center.
Will went to the captain, wondering why everybody was so terrified. He'd seen the looks on the sailors faces and it was one of desperation.
But before he reached the captain, he encountered Elizabeth, also looking terrified at the ship that was slowly gaining on them.
"Elizabeth, do you know why everybody is so terrified of that pirate ship? We've fought undead pirates, so live ones shouldn't scare us, shoul?" ?"
Elizabeth looked at Will, face going from terrified to angry.
"Will, don't you know anything? That is Big Bad Red's flag on that ship. He makes Jack Sparrow look like a priest."
Oddly enough that reminded Will that Jack had in fact impersonated a priest once.
"But what makes him so terrible then? We can just fight them off can't we?"
Elizabeth sighed tiredly.
"See that red flag Will? It means if we fight they won't leave any survivors. They'll kill everybody, woman and children included. Big Bad Red makes Black Beard look like a saint if you ask me!"
Will's eyes grew large, he'd heard of Black Beard, and it wasn't anything good.
"So we're trying to out run them? But we can't keep that up forever!"
Elizabeth looked at Will with soft eyes.
"I know Will, that's why we'll most likely surrender soon. And maybe we'ake ake it out of this one alive."
Will looked desperately at Elizabeth.
"Can't we even try and fight?"
Elizabeth shook her head.
"No Will. Even one raised sword would condemn us all to death."
Will fiercely hugged Elizabeth, hoping against all hope that something would save them, that some-ONE would save them. But there was no crazy Jack Sparrow to save the day this time.
Soon the white flag was raised, and the ship was boarded.

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They were in the brig of the pirate ship. They being W Eli Elizabeth and surprisingly Commodore Norrington.
The captain of the pirate ship turned out to not even be Big Bad Red himself, but just a captain, serving under him. Apparently Red had promoted himself to Pirate Commodore, and had gotten himself a pirate fleet.
And the only reason why they were still alive at all, as well as the crew of the ship that had been sent off in life rafts, was because Elizabeth had once again saved them with some quick thinking and a "Parlay". now now they were being taken to Commodore Big Bad Red, as he was referred to by the captain of the ship they were currently on.
Elizabeth had used them as her "Leverage" when she called "Parley". Or more precisely, they could use them for random in exchange for the lives of the crew of the ship they had been sailing on. Thank god, the pirate captain hadn't been the brightest in the world. And it was a miracle the guy was actually captain of anything. But he worked by the code and that had once again worked in their favor.
And now they were tied up in the brig while the pirate ship sailed back to Red's Treasure island. Apparently the guy had read the book and found it a humorous name for his island.
Will sighed, he wondered if they would make it out of this adventure alive.
Where is Jack Sparrow when you need him?
Resigned with his fate and that it would be a while before a chance to escape would arise, Will continued working on loosening the rope tied tightly around his wrists.
After all, if you don't have a hero to rescue you, then you'll have to save yourself.

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On an island east of the Virgin Islands, a certain pirate with a red bandana, beads in his hair and a big love for Rum and a certain ship, looked up at the sky.
"Tha' whelp prob hitched by now. Pitty, would made a fine pirate he would. Ow well, nuthing to do abou' tha now."
And Jack Sparrow continued with what he was doing, which was unloading rope from a ship moored in the only port Red's Treasure island had.

TBC.