Raven

Man of the Hour

"Let the wind take us boys! If we don't catch that damn ship I'll have your heads! This isn't the fastest ship in the Caribbean if we can't catch some damn wanker British one." I hollered as my men hustled around the deck, putting the sails to full mast. We were gaining on them, quickly now that I was up on deck, and I could see tiny little ant bodies tossing things overboard, trying to lighten their load so they would go faster. Towards what I could not yet see. 

"Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns! And run out the sweeps!" Bo'Sun was yelling further down the deck, in the position of acting First Mate since Barbossa was in the brig. He'd make a rather fine one actually if we all made it through this with our limbs intact. I watched as the oars pushed out through the holes, the poor men probably being splashed with salt water with each wave but we were gaining quickly now and I couldn't find it in me to care. 

But as we approached, I watched in horror as the anchor on their starboard side dropped and the ship swung about. 

"They're clubhauling! Hard to port! Rack the starboard oars!" I screamed, with Bo'sun echoing my orders from further down. I watched, meeting the eyes of a young, brown haired man on the other ship, and in tandem, as our ships ran parallel, we both screamed: 

"Fire!" 

Booms and cracks sounded on both sides, I felt the shudder as several cannons blasted holes in my ship, but was pleased when I saw that our cannons were doing much more damage as we drifted next to one another. I watched the people on board (including Miss. Elizabeth and the brown haired man) scrambled around, the man disappearing down below as the others prepared to do something. What I didn't know, but I wasn't going to find out. 

"Raise the colors you jackapes! Hands, grapples, at the ready. Prepare to board!" I yelled, turning to look at my men who were already ready. Ragetti fired a shot that severed the Interceptor's mast and it fell over, allowing easy access for most of the men to board the ship, the others following behind with their grapples. 

"Take no prisoners! And bring me that fuckin' medallion!" I hollered at them, and with a scream they lurched onto the deck, slicing down several in the first wave. However, being so engrossed in the fighting, I failed to notice my brother slipping up the steps, and grabbing one of my men's grapple, until that man was falling, screaming into the water, and he was soaring over the gap to land next to Elizabeth, who automatically tries to slap him. I watch as they argue for a moment, and then turn to something underneath the mast. 

It's only a moment later that Jack (the monkey) is running out from under the mast, clutching something in his little hands, with Jack running after him, and I take that as my moment. I walk down the steps, over to where the mast crashed into my ship, and wait as Jack climbs up my leg, holding the medallion, and Jack (my brother) falls at my feet. 

"Why, thank you Jack." I say sarcastically, taking the medallion from Jack as he shoves it in my face, and my brother turned his face away from my feet and met my eyes, a pouty look on his face. 

"You're welcome." 

"Not you. We named the monkey Jack." I hissed, rolling my eyes as I walked across the mast, trying to ignore how my stomach turned when I was over the churning water, to reach the other side where my men had pretty much subdued the crew, and the ship is officially sinking. 

"Men! We've got it. Take who's alive over to the Pearl, and light it up. Don't want to leave anything behind for the Queen's Men." I hissed with an exaggerated eye roll, which was rewarded with a laugh, and my men grabbed those that were left, and hauled them behind me, back over to the Pearl, where Jack was waiting.

"If any of you as much thinks the word parley, I'll have your guts for garters." Pintel was growling at the Interceptor's crew as they were tied to our mast, and some of the other men were readying the other ship for destruction, well the rest were guarding the more 'important' members of the crew, such as Jack, Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs. 

It didn't take long for my men to finish their task, and before I could even put the medallion safely in my cabin, we were on our way and the Interceptor was set to explode. What I did not expect though, was for that explosion to be followed by a different kind. 

"Will!" Elizabeth screeched, launching herself first towards the railing, closer to the fire, and then with a scream she turned and launched herself at me. 

"You're got to stop it! Stop it!" She screamed insensibly while my men grabbed her, several feet before she would have even been able to touch me. 

"Welcome back Miss. You took advantage of my hospitality last time you were on my ship. It holds fair now that you return the favor." I said with a devilish smirk, waving my hand and letting the men holding her, shove her into my crew, who started grabbing at her clothes, eager to take her as a reward. 

"Captain!" I heard a man's voice yell, and when I turned, that brown haired man from the Interceptor was standing there, soaking wet, with a pistol, and his eyes boring straight into mine. 

"Will." Elizabeth gasped and that's when the dots connected. 

William Turner. William, Bootstrap Bill Turner's son. The man of the hour. 

The man I had been waiting for.