Book 4: A change In The Tide

Chapter Seven: Mutiny.

Chapter Seven: Mutiny.

***No one's P.O.V***

Across the sea, Barbossa was getting ready to make sail on his voyage, he made his way up to the helm where Gillette and Groves were, waiting for their orders.

"Orders, Sir?" Gillette asked his captain.

"I require a heading, I'll have my navigator to the helm." Barbossa called out, looking out to the sea.

As he was waiting for Gibbs to join him, he couldn't help but wonder where his daughter was and prayed she was safe. As much as he still didn't like the harmony between Jack and Sophie, he hoped, Jack was protecting her.

Earlier the night before Sophie was snatched up, Barbossa and Sophie concurred up a plan, a plan that was full proof, neither penetratable nor able to be figured out. A plan that was so incredibly stupid and immensely dangerous, it was going to work.

But in order for the father and daughter duo to accomplish their plan, they couldn't risk enlightening everyone, so Barbossa strictly informed Sophie that once her and Jack were in a secluded place, she could let him in on the plan. But until that time, she needed to refrain and resist.

Gibbs made his way up the helm and made his presence known by clearing his throat, taking Barbossa from his thoughts.

"Ah master, Gibbs. Short we are of map, perhaps you'll be so kind as to provide us with a heading." Barbossa stated.

Gibbs walked over to the map that was in front of them on the table and glanced back to Barbossa.

"Be a gem and pour me a gulper." Gibbs shot back.

"Nay, we be privateers, not pirates Master Gibbs. and in the kinda name, we'll behave as such." Barbossa informed him however, Gibbs knew there was something up.

He was a rather smart man and sailing with Barbossa before, indicated to him he was either hiding something or up to something. Which one it was, he couldn't say as of yet.

"Aye, Captain." He responded, still unsure what he was up too.

Gibbs looked over the charts once again, taking his time, studying the lines and circles upon it. Allowing himself to get a solid idea as to what voyage Barbossa was setting out on.

"We be on the proper course, Gibbs?" Barbossa asked sternly.

"Aye, it be proper. There's your prof." Gibbs informed as he looked out to the horizon and pointed to fleet of three ships sailing past.

Barbossa, Gillette and Groves all followed his gaze. barbossa took out his spyglass and glanced over to the ships.

"The Spaniard." He stated more to himself than anyone else. Barbossa walked over to the railing, informing his crew of the next orders.

"All hands! Battle stations! Get to windward! Harden up two points!" He barked his orders.

"Two points! Cast those cannons!" Groves ordered the men, on Barbossa's behalf.

"Gunners! Take post, await orders!" Barbossa called out. 

The crew rushed to their designated posts and waited for their orders. The gunners looked back at the three galleons, which from a distance, sailed quietly and happily along.

"Guns aimed, ready for orders, Sir." Groves informed Barbossa.

He grabbed his spyglass again and looked out to the fleet. The Spaniard didn't turn around once nor were they fazed of their existence. Barbossa sighed annoyed, as he watched them sail past. He put his spyglass away and peered to his crew.