White and Black Pearls 2 - One Remaining Pearl
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,226
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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White and Black Pearls - One Remaining Pearl - Chapter 4
Chapter Four
“Eeeee!”
“Oh I’m gonna get you!”
Barbossa watched the squealing woman and one of his crew members run past with faint amusement on his face as he sat in the back of the tavern, his ankles crossed and resting on his table. He took another bite of the apple in hand and washed it down with a deep swig of something murky in his heavy metal stein before letting out a sigh. Tortuga had suffered dearly during the brief rise of the East India Trading Company’s terror over the waters, but it was slowly recovering as its regulars and all the remaining unwanted folk of the world limped back to the place they knew and loved.
His belly was full, his ship was stocked, his crew was happy albeit a little bit bored as of late, and he was alive and well. There was little more he could ask for, except… He pushed his thumbnail against the handle of his stein. When he’d taken over the Black Pearl the first time, he’d had a set goal in mind already, seeking immortality and riches with Aztec gold. From there his mission became to retrieve the gold and restore his humanity… and then upon his resurrection, to go to World’s End and get Jack so that he could resurrect Calypso’s true form and end the tyranny of the East India Trading Company and curtail their plans to eliminate all pirates from existence. Those had all been grand and fantastic goals to work towards, and though they were all enjoying the freedom of simple raids and takeovers on the open waters, it just wasn’t the same as seeking some enormous treasure or trying to save the freedom to be a pirate as it existed.
He never thought he would feel this way, but he sincerely missed Jack Sparrow, and the trouble, adventure and mishap that always came with him. Barbossa had tried to convince himself that it was just the adventure and excitement he missed, but Jack had always been the… the arch enemy, the little bugger, the nemesis, the one to watch out for. Without that, Barbossa felt himself bored; he didn’t have to keep himself on guard much at all.
Certainly he’d dumped the man off the Black Pearl yet again with intent to go find the Fountain of Youth, only to find that Jack had stolen the significant portion of the map that might lead him there, but that’s where the game had stopped. Jack hadn’t come back, and hadn’t tried to take his Pearl back as always. Their game was at a stand-still and Jack wasn’t playing it right any more. What was supposed to happen, was that Jack showed up somehow, always at the best damn moment, and there was to be a struggle for the ship and the treasure they were after… They were both to plot towards their own goals while crossing, double crossing and triple crossing each other and all in their path, and in the end they were supposed to part yet again so that their game could come round full circle and start all over with a new treasure and new stakes.
But, years had passed, and there had been no sign from Jack. At first Barbossa found himself looking over his shoulder at every creak and groan of the boards on the Black Pearl’s deck, but now he didn’t even bother looking up when he heard gunfire or cries of excitement. Something had changed or come into the mix that was interfering with their game, and he didn’t like it. Even the sweet, succulent taste of the fresh apple in his hand wasn’t quite as bright as the one he’d tasted for the first time when resurrected to go rescue Jack. He could not think of a single thing left in the world that would cause Jack Sparrow to give up on trying to steal his Black Pearl back of his own will… which bothered him anew. That would mean only three things: Jack was dead, Jack was imprisoned somewhere, or Jack was currently fascinated with something possibly more powerful in his mind than even everything the Black Pearl represented. It was the third possibility that concerned Barbossa the most. If Jack was dead, everyone would know it… and if he was imprisoned it wouldn’t have been for this long, the slippery worm would have gotten out by now. But, if Jack had found something new and exciting that pulled at his heart strings with more force than even his precious Pearl, Barbossa found himself angry and jealous and disliking those two feelings welling inside him.
“Hector Barbossa,” a familiar voice said sternly from a few paces away.
Barbossa lifted his head and tilted his hat back to look at the source of the voice, his eyes glimmering and alive once more. “Aye,” he acknowledged as a smile pulled his lips apart.
“You be owin’ me a favor,” Calypso said forcefully as she put her hands on her hips and the men around her fell still. Those who knew her were silent with fear, and those who didn’t were silent with fascination. “Gather your men and get aboard the Black Pearl, you have a might lot of sailin’ to do.”
“By any chance,” Barbossa said as he let his feet drop to the floor from the table and leaned forward. “Does this have something to do with Jack Sparrow?” Upon her nod, he stood and slammed his stein down, his vigor returned. “Finally!” he roared with joy in his voice. “Men, we set sail!”
The cheers of his crew rang out as they abandoned what they were doing and rushed to the door.
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More to come...
“Eeeee!”
“Oh I’m gonna get you!”
Barbossa watched the squealing woman and one of his crew members run past with faint amusement on his face as he sat in the back of the tavern, his ankles crossed and resting on his table. He took another bite of the apple in hand and washed it down with a deep swig of something murky in his heavy metal stein before letting out a sigh. Tortuga had suffered dearly during the brief rise of the East India Trading Company’s terror over the waters, but it was slowly recovering as its regulars and all the remaining unwanted folk of the world limped back to the place they knew and loved.
His belly was full, his ship was stocked, his crew was happy albeit a little bit bored as of late, and he was alive and well. There was little more he could ask for, except… He pushed his thumbnail against the handle of his stein. When he’d taken over the Black Pearl the first time, he’d had a set goal in mind already, seeking immortality and riches with Aztec gold. From there his mission became to retrieve the gold and restore his humanity… and then upon his resurrection, to go to World’s End and get Jack so that he could resurrect Calypso’s true form and end the tyranny of the East India Trading Company and curtail their plans to eliminate all pirates from existence. Those had all been grand and fantastic goals to work towards, and though they were all enjoying the freedom of simple raids and takeovers on the open waters, it just wasn’t the same as seeking some enormous treasure or trying to save the freedom to be a pirate as it existed.
He never thought he would feel this way, but he sincerely missed Jack Sparrow, and the trouble, adventure and mishap that always came with him. Barbossa had tried to convince himself that it was just the adventure and excitement he missed, but Jack had always been the… the arch enemy, the little bugger, the nemesis, the one to watch out for. Without that, Barbossa felt himself bored; he didn’t have to keep himself on guard much at all.
Certainly he’d dumped the man off the Black Pearl yet again with intent to go find the Fountain of Youth, only to find that Jack had stolen the significant portion of the map that might lead him there, but that’s where the game had stopped. Jack hadn’t come back, and hadn’t tried to take his Pearl back as always. Their game was at a stand-still and Jack wasn’t playing it right any more. What was supposed to happen, was that Jack showed up somehow, always at the best damn moment, and there was to be a struggle for the ship and the treasure they were after… They were both to plot towards their own goals while crossing, double crossing and triple crossing each other and all in their path, and in the end they were supposed to part yet again so that their game could come round full circle and start all over with a new treasure and new stakes.
But, years had passed, and there had been no sign from Jack. At first Barbossa found himself looking over his shoulder at every creak and groan of the boards on the Black Pearl’s deck, but now he didn’t even bother looking up when he heard gunfire or cries of excitement. Something had changed or come into the mix that was interfering with their game, and he didn’t like it. Even the sweet, succulent taste of the fresh apple in his hand wasn’t quite as bright as the one he’d tasted for the first time when resurrected to go rescue Jack. He could not think of a single thing left in the world that would cause Jack Sparrow to give up on trying to steal his Black Pearl back of his own will… which bothered him anew. That would mean only three things: Jack was dead, Jack was imprisoned somewhere, or Jack was currently fascinated with something possibly more powerful in his mind than even everything the Black Pearl represented. It was the third possibility that concerned Barbossa the most. If Jack was dead, everyone would know it… and if he was imprisoned it wouldn’t have been for this long, the slippery worm would have gotten out by now. But, if Jack had found something new and exciting that pulled at his heart strings with more force than even his precious Pearl, Barbossa found himself angry and jealous and disliking those two feelings welling inside him.
“Hector Barbossa,” a familiar voice said sternly from a few paces away.
Barbossa lifted his head and tilted his hat back to look at the source of the voice, his eyes glimmering and alive once more. “Aye,” he acknowledged as a smile pulled his lips apart.
“You be owin’ me a favor,” Calypso said forcefully as she put her hands on her hips and the men around her fell still. Those who knew her were silent with fear, and those who didn’t were silent with fascination. “Gather your men and get aboard the Black Pearl, you have a might lot of sailin’ to do.”
“By any chance,” Barbossa said as he let his feet drop to the floor from the table and leaned forward. “Does this have something to do with Jack Sparrow?” Upon her nod, he stood and slammed his stein down, his vigor returned. “Finally!” he roared with joy in his voice. “Men, we set sail!”
The cheers of his crew rang out as they abandoned what they were doing and rushed to the door.
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More to come...