Black Sails: The Legend of Spillblood
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,071
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2
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I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Gallows
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I don’t own Pirates of the Caribbean or Forgotten RealmsThey are the property of their res[ective creators. Exvcept Jack. He’s mine now. Yep…..okay, not really, but that’d be nice.
~~Athlea Kelly
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Jack Sparrow cut an impressive figure, tall and straight with the kind of lean muscled frame earned from a life lived by the sword and at sea. He had a handsome, angular face, a rakish smile that bore the glint of gold teeth. His beard was split in twain and braided. Beads and feathers dangled in his long, dark hair. His eyes, fathomless and full of mischief, were the deep brown of a fine mead.
His dress was decidedly buccaneer and could not have proclaimed his profession any better even if a Jolly Roger had been sewn into the back of his weathered coat. When he walked he swayed as if at sea in a storm and his expression was the constant smile of a man who was either completely daft or more cunning than could be comprehended.
He would have been even More impressive if he was not being lead through the Streets of WaterDeep in irons. He was flanked by a number of the watch, lead by Captain Duedermont himself, though he seemed not to care as the gallows drew near. He was busy singing idly in that sultry voice that made him such a favorite among Waterdhaiven barmaids.
"nanananananananana.....and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" He sang, though he stumbled as Duedermont gave a sharp jerk on his chains, weary of the swashbuckler and eager to see the Sword Coast free from his looting. He had been a thorn in the side of Waterdeep's Merchants for almost three years now and was becoming even more notorious with each tale told of the Black Pearl, her cunning, ruthless captain and her cutthroat crew.
“Easy there, Cap’n.” Jack muttered. “One would almost get the impression ye were angry with me.” He added with a gold-toothed grin at the clean cut man in his crisp blue coat. Duedermont scowled and glanced over a wide shoulder at the lean, eccentric Jack Sparrow.
“You are a pirate.” He said simply, as though that explained everything. “You make a living stealing from merchants and decent, hardworking folk. You’re a killer and a menace and the Realms would be far better of without you.”
"Ye cut me to the quick, to be sure, but the Realms will not be rid of me for a long while, good cap'n." Jack replied lightly, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Me crew'll be here any moment now."
Duedermont merely snorted, the old pirate hunter knowing the ways of buccaneers better than to believe they would risk capture and a hanging for Sparrow. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"ye shouldn't be doubting me crew." He warned, even as he was dragged towards the executioner, standing before a rather impressive crowd. Duedermont didn't even bother to reply as a rope was fitted around Jack's neck. It was better than the prisoner's carnival, but he still hated watching the executions, even the ones as deserved as that of Jack Sparrow.
Jack swallowed. His crew was certainly taking their precious time. His brown eyes scanned the crowd, pausing on a group of weeping barmaids. A smile touched his lips despite himself, recognition kindling in his eyes as one of the 'barmaids' moved closer to the gallows, her face buried in a brightly colored scarf. His smile only widened as the cleric of Mystra stepped forward, as was customary before a hanging.
"Fear not, my son." She said, her voice a compelling contralto. "We'll bring ye that horizon."
He could barely control his laughter when the executioner, a short, squat man with a round bewhiskered face, approached and winked.
"The opportune moment." Jack muttered to himself. Oh this one would be a story for the bards! It was as if a barrel of flashpowder had gone off. The weeping barmaid suddenly produced a cutlass from the folds of her dress, which tore away easily to reveal tight leathers and thigh high boots. Steel rang on steel as the priestess of Mystra discarded her robes and met the flurry of guards with steel as well. The Executioner cut the rope above Jack's head and pulled the lever that opened the platform below him, dropping the eccentric pirate captain onto a hay filled cart. A young man with well molded features and a slight goatee grinned and shook the reigns, urging on a pair of horses.
They barreled out from under the platform and into the crowd while the executioner and the priestess leapt into the cart with Jack, her flame red hair flying behind her like a banner while the weeping barmaid swung onto the back of one of the horses at they thundered through the market, past cheering crowds and seething Watchmen.
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The Mermaid's Arms was full to bursting that night, full of raucous laughter and bawdy singing as the crew of the Black Pearl celebrated another victory against captain Duedermont. The moon elf who sat in the corner of the tavern bit back a disgusted sigh. If he was to get what he wanted he would have to endure it. Take it with a grain of alt, as these humans were fond of saying. His amber eyes scanned the crowd, watching the eccentric captain as he spoke in conspiratorial tones with his inner circle, Bootstrap Will Turner, the son of the now dead Bootstrap Bill, Gibbs, a canny navigator, Nimh,the falconeye, a fierce she-pirate who was deadly in the crow's nest and even more so with her cutlass, and Brid, 'the fox' Tuahta'de'Dannan. The latter was known for her flame red hair and skill with a blade, but also the disturbing tendency she had to tear the throats from her opponent with her teeth.
The elf scowled and sipped his wine, settling back into his seat. He spotted two more member's of the Pearl's crew playing a game of bones with sailors from another ship. Raggeti and Pintel, if he recalled correctly. One was seldom seen without the other, and while they were able deck hands, they were quite as dim as they came. It wouldn't be the first time someone wondered why Jack kept them around.
But, the elf was not there to keep tabs on Jack's goons. It was a Shame the pirate was told of the new possession the elf had acquired. He hated having to kill his employees. And, now he had to kill an entire pirate crew. Why did things have to always be so messy?
I don’t own Pirates of the Caribbean or Forgotten RealmsThey are the property of their res[ective creators. Exvcept Jack. He’s mine now. Yep…..okay, not really, but that’d be nice.
~~Athlea Kelly
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack Sparrow cut an impressive figure, tall and straight with the kind of lean muscled frame earned from a life lived by the sword and at sea. He had a handsome, angular face, a rakish smile that bore the glint of gold teeth. His beard was split in twain and braided. Beads and feathers dangled in his long, dark hair. His eyes, fathomless and full of mischief, were the deep brown of a fine mead.
His dress was decidedly buccaneer and could not have proclaimed his profession any better even if a Jolly Roger had been sewn into the back of his weathered coat. When he walked he swayed as if at sea in a storm and his expression was the constant smile of a man who was either completely daft or more cunning than could be comprehended.
He would have been even More impressive if he was not being lead through the Streets of WaterDeep in irons. He was flanked by a number of the watch, lead by Captain Duedermont himself, though he seemed not to care as the gallows drew near. He was busy singing idly in that sultry voice that made him such a favorite among Waterdhaiven barmaids.
"nanananananananana.....and really bad eggs...drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" He sang, though he stumbled as Duedermont gave a sharp jerk on his chains, weary of the swashbuckler and eager to see the Sword Coast free from his looting. He had been a thorn in the side of Waterdeep's Merchants for almost three years now and was becoming even more notorious with each tale told of the Black Pearl, her cunning, ruthless captain and her cutthroat crew.
“Easy there, Cap’n.” Jack muttered. “One would almost get the impression ye were angry with me.” He added with a gold-toothed grin at the clean cut man in his crisp blue coat. Duedermont scowled and glanced over a wide shoulder at the lean, eccentric Jack Sparrow.
“You are a pirate.” He said simply, as though that explained everything. “You make a living stealing from merchants and decent, hardworking folk. You’re a killer and a menace and the Realms would be far better of without you.”
"Ye cut me to the quick, to be sure, but the Realms will not be rid of me for a long while, good cap'n." Jack replied lightly, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Me crew'll be here any moment now."
Duedermont merely snorted, the old pirate hunter knowing the ways of buccaneers better than to believe they would risk capture and a hanging for Sparrow. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"ye shouldn't be doubting me crew." He warned, even as he was dragged towards the executioner, standing before a rather impressive crowd. Duedermont didn't even bother to reply as a rope was fitted around Jack's neck. It was better than the prisoner's carnival, but he still hated watching the executions, even the ones as deserved as that of Jack Sparrow.
Jack swallowed. His crew was certainly taking their precious time. His brown eyes scanned the crowd, pausing on a group of weeping barmaids. A smile touched his lips despite himself, recognition kindling in his eyes as one of the 'barmaids' moved closer to the gallows, her face buried in a brightly colored scarf. His smile only widened as the cleric of Mystra stepped forward, as was customary before a hanging.
"Fear not, my son." She said, her voice a compelling contralto. "We'll bring ye that horizon."
He could barely control his laughter when the executioner, a short, squat man with a round bewhiskered face, approached and winked.
"The opportune moment." Jack muttered to himself. Oh this one would be a story for the bards! It was as if a barrel of flashpowder had gone off. The weeping barmaid suddenly produced a cutlass from the folds of her dress, which tore away easily to reveal tight leathers and thigh high boots. Steel rang on steel as the priestess of Mystra discarded her robes and met the flurry of guards with steel as well. The Executioner cut the rope above Jack's head and pulled the lever that opened the platform below him, dropping the eccentric pirate captain onto a hay filled cart. A young man with well molded features and a slight goatee grinned and shook the reigns, urging on a pair of horses.
They barreled out from under the platform and into the crowd while the executioner and the priestess leapt into the cart with Jack, her flame red hair flying behind her like a banner while the weeping barmaid swung onto the back of one of the horses at they thundered through the market, past cheering crowds and seething Watchmen.
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The Mermaid's Arms was full to bursting that night, full of raucous laughter and bawdy singing as the crew of the Black Pearl celebrated another victory against captain Duedermont. The moon elf who sat in the corner of the tavern bit back a disgusted sigh. If he was to get what he wanted he would have to endure it. Take it with a grain of alt, as these humans were fond of saying. His amber eyes scanned the crowd, watching the eccentric captain as he spoke in conspiratorial tones with his inner circle, Bootstrap Will Turner, the son of the now dead Bootstrap Bill, Gibbs, a canny navigator, Nimh,the falconeye, a fierce she-pirate who was deadly in the crow's nest and even more so with her cutlass, and Brid, 'the fox' Tuahta'de'Dannan. The latter was known for her flame red hair and skill with a blade, but also the disturbing tendency she had to tear the throats from her opponent with her teeth.
The elf scowled and sipped his wine, settling back into his seat. He spotted two more member's of the Pearl's crew playing a game of bones with sailors from another ship. Raggeti and Pintel, if he recalled correctly. One was seldom seen without the other, and while they were able deck hands, they were quite as dim as they came. It wouldn't be the first time someone wondered why Jack kept them around.
But, the elf was not there to keep tabs on Jack's goons. It was a Shame the pirate was told of the new possession the elf had acquired. He hated having to kill his employees. And, now he had to kill an entire pirate crew. Why did things have to always be so messy?