I am a Pirate

Play my Game

Chapter One:

Drums. The most obnoxious sound in the world. At my state however, I was not entirely sure if the sounds of these drums were real or if it was actually just in my head.

I let out a groan as I flipped unto my back on the hard wood cot. My body felt like it was stuck in water. My mind felt like it was progressively shutting down. How long I had been here? No god damn idea. I stopped caring a long time ago. A day felt like months and a minute felt like days.

The drums got closer and orders were being yelled back and forth up on deck. Two different orders. Someone had caught up to this ship. Slowly, I allowed my mind to progress what those sounds meant.

A rescue, which was very likely considering the only people who would try rescuing anyone from this ship was dead, or possibly an attack...

Suddenly, I felt awake and energized. The change in the atmosphere filled my lungs and forced me to my feet. Yelling and swords on swords could be heard from the deck and oh how I wanted a bloody part of that more than anything. Pushing aside that light headed feeling, I shuffled around the cell trying to think of a way out of the molding brig. Like a flash, a memory came to mind. When young William Turner had set I and the infamous pirate Jack Sparrow lose from a prison on Port Royal. How that felt like years ago...

Ignoring the grief in my chest, I picked up the bench that I've used as a bed for this time, and jammed the legs into the very bottom gaps. With all the strength I could summon, and after a third attempt, I heard a satisfying crack and the door to the cell fell to the side with a loud thus. The crew to the Dutchman and its attackers were far too preoccupied to hear the disturbance, so I did the logical thing and booked it.

As always, I was correct. The Dutchman was under attack...by the royal navy. None other than Colonel Beckett was making his way unto the shit as the crew to the Dutchman became overwhelmed and the captain himself, Davy Jones had fear in his eyes as he eyes the heart that Beckett carried with him aboard.

The Heart of Davy Jones.

"That should have gone to the depths with Jack....." I thought to myself carefully keeping myself in the shadows of the brig.

"I understand I have something of yours, Jones." Beckett mused with a smug look of victory on his powdered face.

I could hear the faint popping noises coming from Jones who stood on the balcony above me. "You have a large amount of courage....for a small man!" he spat.

"Now, now Jones." Beckett scowled raising an eyebrow "I've come with a business proposition."

Jones growled "You mean threats."

"My dear fellow, if I wanted to threaten you...well you'd already be dead." He stated making his way "This ship is now under the control of her majesty's royal navy. And thus will follow the following orders:" A slender man with a skeleton like complexion stepped next to him to open the parchment for Beckett to read.

"The ship known as the Flying Dutchman shall take only and all orders from that of Lord Beckett of the Royal navy, the beast under the control of the Dutchman's captain, known as the Kraken, shall be expelled of further use by execution, and the captain's hostage, Sage Sarsi, shall receive full pardon from the captain and be taken into refuge by Either Lord Beckett or Commodore Norrington for whatever time being."

Jones began to step forward to argue as an obnoxious accent rang out to my right "Bloody Hell? What is you doing out of the brig?" a crewman yelled. Before I could come out on my own free will, two slimy hands grabbed by arms from behind and dragged me into view.