A Pearl Of A Tale
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,359
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
enter: the Pearl
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disclaimer- I don't own anything but Bernice, and she's not very original. o well. even the names of the towns and treasure etc. are spanish words...for animals i think...
chapter 8
"I bought myself a small boat and stocked it with just enough to get me to Tortuga. I always did like to live dangerously, even if it blows in me face harder than grape-shot. Like then; on that passage I contracted a rather nasty fever, and I was prone to hallucinating. The heat didn't help me condition, if course. I saw terrible things, all around me; things like water specters and dancing whales the size of mountains, and- well, I even saw my mother once. So it came as no great shock to me when out of the gloom of a foggy dawn I saw a ghostly ship moving straight towards me. After a spell, I realized that the skeletal vessel not a hallucination at all, but a real ship, and it was still straight on it's course. This seemed odd, as the wind was blowing a right gale in the opposite direction, and she had no sails. I stirred out of my fitful state and felt immediately improved in it's presence. I read the shimmering golden letters etched on her side: "The Black Pearl". I was in awe. I had never in all my years of sea-faring and sea-loving seen a more haunting or enchanting ship. It slid up near my boat, as if inviting me aboard. And who was I to refuse the beckoning of such a ship? I ascended her riggings, and as I stepped on deck, the wind ceased to blow and all became very still. Out of the mist of the early morn, a man emerged, apparently alone, from the hull of the ghostly ship.
"Aaah..." he said to me, and nodded his head in approval. "She's yourn now. Yer boon, yer burden."
With this remark he vanished, without a trace, into the semidarkness. I remember this very clearly, though I was very sick. Of course, I have no way of knowing if that clear memory actually happened, feeling better or no. Anyway, there I was, in the middle of the Caribbean all alone, and with a ship of my very own. And a right beauty she was! Still is, of course. I decided to explore, and found that she was perfect in every aspect save one: she was wild. I could tell just by holding her for a moment that I had to tame her. This I did in a stormthat very night, by steering her in exactly the right direction for obedience, and and healing her wounds with the tenderst care for her love. The morning after I found her sails in a trunk in the cabin. Black, and embroidered with the infamous skulland crossbones emblem, and in a small corner, my name: 'Captayne Jack Sparrow' in strong silver threads. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever."
disclaimer- I don't own anything but Bernice, and she's not very original. o well. even the names of the towns and treasure etc. are spanish words...for animals i think...
chapter 8
"I bought myself a small boat and stocked it with just enough to get me to Tortuga. I always did like to live dangerously, even if it blows in me face harder than grape-shot. Like then; on that passage I contracted a rather nasty fever, and I was prone to hallucinating. The heat didn't help me condition, if course. I saw terrible things, all around me; things like water specters and dancing whales the size of mountains, and- well, I even saw my mother once. So it came as no great shock to me when out of the gloom of a foggy dawn I saw a ghostly ship moving straight towards me. After a spell, I realized that the skeletal vessel not a hallucination at all, but a real ship, and it was still straight on it's course. This seemed odd, as the wind was blowing a right gale in the opposite direction, and she had no sails. I stirred out of my fitful state and felt immediately improved in it's presence. I read the shimmering golden letters etched on her side: "The Black Pearl". I was in awe. I had never in all my years of sea-faring and sea-loving seen a more haunting or enchanting ship. It slid up near my boat, as if inviting me aboard. And who was I to refuse the beckoning of such a ship? I ascended her riggings, and as I stepped on deck, the wind ceased to blow and all became very still. Out of the mist of the early morn, a man emerged, apparently alone, from the hull of the ghostly ship.
"Aaah..." he said to me, and nodded his head in approval. "She's yourn now. Yer boon, yer burden."
With this remark he vanished, without a trace, into the semidarkness. I remember this very clearly, though I was very sick. Of course, I have no way of knowing if that clear memory actually happened, feeling better or no. Anyway, there I was, in the middle of the Caribbean all alone, and with a ship of my very own. And a right beauty she was! Still is, of course. I decided to explore, and found that she was perfect in every aspect save one: she was wild. I could tell just by holding her for a moment that I had to tame her. This I did in a stormthat very night, by steering her in exactly the right direction for obedience, and and healing her wounds with the tenderst care for her love. The morning after I found her sails in a trunk in the cabin. Black, and embroidered with the infamous skulland crossbones emblem, and in a small corner, my name: 'Captayne Jack Sparrow' in strong silver threads. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever."