In the Hands of Fate I: Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven

3rd Person POV (most of the remainder of the series will be written in this POV I was going through some major writing relapse.)

"Begun by blood. By blood un-"

"Jack!" Will exclaimed.

"It's not possible," Barbossa muttered.

"Not probable," Jack corrected as he made his way through the crowd.

Will struggled to stand up and get a better look at Jack. "Where's Elizabeth and Luna?"

"Elizabeth's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. You get to die for her, just like you promised. And Luna's somewhere remembering the curse, just like she promised. So we're all men of our word, really. Except for Elizabeth and Luna, who are in fact, women," Jack answered.

"Where is my daughter?" Barbossa sneered.

Jack brought his thumb nail to his mouth. "Um, actually about her. Well... I don't know... exactly."

"You... don't... know?" Barbossa was clearly trying to hold back a lot more anger than anyone thought he was capable of.

"Not exactly," Jack repeated.

"Shut up! You're next!" He motioned for Jack to be held back and went back to slitting Will's throat.

"You don't want to be doing that, mate."

"No, I really think I do."

Jack shrugged. "Your funeral."

Barbossa rolled his eyes and looked back to Jack. "Why don't I want to be doing it?"

"Well because…" he slapped the hand that was holding him back off his shoulder.

"Because the HSM Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore, waiting for you."

Everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. It wasn't hard to spot her. There she stood, just behind Barbossa.

"Now that's not possible," Jack mumbled inaudibly.

"Oh, but it is Jack," Luna claimed. "When you and your little… curvă left me on that island you forgot one very important thing. I'm a gypsy. A cursed one at that."

Jack took this moment to look at her.

Her hair, unbraided and strange as it was, was held back by a bright teal scarf and wafted slightly in a breeze that effected no else. Her eyes, lined with kohl and shadowed with greens, blues, and purples, seemed to glow an eerie silvery color. Her lips painted a deep red. Her shirt, if you could call it that, was a bright lavender with sleeves that were cut lengthwise and tied at her elbows and wrists. The purple skirt she wore was long and flowing and had a moon and star design embroidered on it. Over this, was a deep green sash covered in gold coins and tied off to the side. Her neck was covered in many jewels of bright colors, some unrecognizable. Her wrists and ankles alike, swathed in ribbons and bracelets.

She looked every bit of the gypsy she claimed to be.

Barefooted, she stepped closer. "As I was saying, Jack here wants you and your men to row out to the Dauntless, where the entire crew will be waiting for you. That is if you make it that far. Unfortunately, Commodore Norrington did not listen to Sparrow either, he and a bunch of others are waiting for you just outside the entrance to your little… comoară of an island here."

Jack glared at her, and she shot him a 'that's what you get' look.

"However, let's say you find another way out there. Well, your crew does what they do best. Robert's your uncle, Fannie's your aunt. There you are with two ships. The makings of your very own fleet." She hopped over to a pile of treasure and rifled through it. "Of course, you'll take the grandest as your flagship, and who's to argue? But what of the Pearl? Name me căpitan. I'll sail under your colors, give you… hmmm, let's say 10% of my plunder and you get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa. Pricepe?" She picked up an amethyst medallion and clasped it onto her neck.