Long Delay for this new very crappy short ass chapter. Real life takes too much time away from my fandoms.
The disclaimer remains the same; I still don't own it, never will, and still I'm willing to take Mr. Bloom off your hands either way.
He was no longer cold and the gaping hole in his chest had resealed. The only reminder of his short-lived foray into death was the tear Jack's lone bullet had left in his shirt fabric. For an all to brief time he had lingered in the abyss finding solace in the nothingness never even being granted the chance to reach purgatory or even hell. Hell, would be better than this existence What lingered with him was the desire to make those who betrayed and defeated him pay with their very lives. Where once his soul was consumed with greed, now it was consumed with a lust for vengeance that grew stronger with every passing moment. Taking the lives of Sparrow and Turner would not be enough for him. Nay, they would suffer a worse fate than a slow painful death.
There were very few things in his immortal life that gave Captain Barbosa's black heart greater pleasure than raping and pillaging his way along great oceans of the world. The sails on his ship could reach any corner of the ocean he dreamed of in a month or two's time and he had seen nearly every corner of it before being trapped in the Caribbean for ten years. The freedom of his life had once led to great adventures upon the high seas, disgracing the likes of the Royal Navy, the East India Company and the foolish pirates who dared to challenge the Black Pearl. He would have that life again, he had been defeated this once, but never again. However, the problem still remained that the most feared captain in all the Caribbean was now stuck on a rock with nothing but a monkey and all the treasure in the world.. He plucked the forgotten apple from the wet stone cavern floor, brushing it across his chest and letting it's sweetness fall to the bottom of his waistcoat pocket.
"Another day, another day", he spoke to the empty cave.
"Come Jack, my little friend we have much to plot this day."
The monkey's ever-twinkling black beady eyes sparkled with excitement, and with gusto Jack pounced upon his resurrected master's shadow. Barbosa fastened the clasps of Elizabeth's necklace round his neck and started towards the cave entrance in search of a lifeboat that would get him off this eternally damned island. Sure enough at the entrance to the cave amongst the floating remains of a few British lackeys, he found just the thing, a steady rowboat with oars. There was still some luck with him. Being stranded on said island of unbelievable treasure gave him a wealth of gold with which to barter and trade or just aid in stealing and convincing a new crew to come on board with him until he was able to locate his faithful and equally recurred crew. If he were again amongst the undead, surely the crew would be experiencing the same fate. Yes, revenge would descend upon Sparrow and Turner with unprecedented ferocity.
The displaced crew of the Black Pearl was lounging about in the prison cells of the fort in Port Royal awaiting a dawn appointment with the gallows. The silvery moonlight had begun to creep in through the bars of the small windows onto the dusty floors. Slowly it made it's way further into the cells, touching a boot, a shoulder and then the slightest bit of exposed skin.
"Look," A harsh voice cried out, "your hand!" Looks of bewilderment passed over the crewmen as they tested the moonlight. Whispers and theories of this new wonder were passed and a planned was formed in the night. Escape would come as the night watchman passed by.
TBC.
That's it, I'm tired and I didn't want people to think I abandoned this story. Coming soon, Elizabeth is carted off and Barbosa makes an interesting discovery.
The disclaimer remains the same; I still don't own it, never will, and still I'm willing to take Mr. Bloom off your hands either way.
He was no longer cold and the gaping hole in his chest had resealed. The only reminder of his short-lived foray into death was the tear Jack's lone bullet had left in his shirt fabric. For an all to brief time he had lingered in the abyss finding solace in the nothingness never even being granted the chance to reach purgatory or even hell. Hell, would be better than this existence What lingered with him was the desire to make those who betrayed and defeated him pay with their very lives. Where once his soul was consumed with greed, now it was consumed with a lust for vengeance that grew stronger with every passing moment. Taking the lives of Sparrow and Turner would not be enough for him. Nay, they would suffer a worse fate than a slow painful death.
There were very few things in his immortal life that gave Captain Barbosa's black heart greater pleasure than raping and pillaging his way along great oceans of the world. The sails on his ship could reach any corner of the ocean he dreamed of in a month or two's time and he had seen nearly every corner of it before being trapped in the Caribbean for ten years. The freedom of his life had once led to great adventures upon the high seas, disgracing the likes of the Royal Navy, the East India Company and the foolish pirates who dared to challenge the Black Pearl. He would have that life again, he had been defeated this once, but never again. However, the problem still remained that the most feared captain in all the Caribbean was now stuck on a rock with nothing but a monkey and all the treasure in the world.. He plucked the forgotten apple from the wet stone cavern floor, brushing it across his chest and letting it's sweetness fall to the bottom of his waistcoat pocket.
"Another day, another day", he spoke to the empty cave.
"Come Jack, my little friend we have much to plot this day."
The monkey's ever-twinkling black beady eyes sparkled with excitement, and with gusto Jack pounced upon his resurrected master's shadow. Barbosa fastened the clasps of Elizabeth's necklace round his neck and started towards the cave entrance in search of a lifeboat that would get him off this eternally damned island. Sure enough at the entrance to the cave amongst the floating remains of a few British lackeys, he found just the thing, a steady rowboat with oars. There was still some luck with him. Being stranded on said island of unbelievable treasure gave him a wealth of gold with which to barter and trade or just aid in stealing and convincing a new crew to come on board with him until he was able to locate his faithful and equally recurred crew. If he were again amongst the undead, surely the crew would be experiencing the same fate. Yes, revenge would descend upon Sparrow and Turner with unprecedented ferocity.
The displaced crew of the Black Pearl was lounging about in the prison cells of the fort in Port Royal awaiting a dawn appointment with the gallows. The silvery moonlight had begun to creep in through the bars of the small windows onto the dusty floors. Slowly it made it's way further into the cells, touching a boot, a shoulder and then the slightest bit of exposed skin.
"Look," A harsh voice cried out, "your hand!" Looks of bewilderment passed over the crewmen as they tested the moonlight. Whispers and theories of this new wonder were passed and a planned was formed in the night. Escape would come as the night watchman passed by.
TBC.
That's it, I'm tired and I didn't want people to think I abandoned this story. Coming soon, Elizabeth is carted off and Barbosa makes an interesting discovery.