One Thing Led To Another [POTC/MTI based]

“Reed moor, cap’n!” The stubby buccaneer cried.


“Very good, men! Anchor the Plunderers’ Scorn!” I ordered.

If they followed my orders, they’d live. I had been through these dangerous swamps with the natives as a young man in my early twenties. The fog thickened in the dark of the night. This would not make our job any easier. “Stand guard!” I declared. The singing of the crickets challenged my sanity. The birds laughed at my weariness. I wasn’t going to fall for their trickery. The smell of mud filled my nostrils---something metallic as well.

It wasn’t a pleasant smell.

I smelled blood.

I turned around to face my faceless crew in the fog. I noted a more rounder-shaped individual of abnormal size. Squinty eyes grew tighter as I went for a better look; turned out it was not necessary as the monstrous figure swooped down for a bite.

“A Venus Flytrap!” I bellowed. I took out my gun, taking a good aim to its bulbous head. Shrieks similar to a banshee echoed in the wind. Other plants joined in the fun giving the others a run for their lives.

“What of the treasure, you dunce?” Cried the greedy crustacean in my ear, unwise was he to speak to me in that tone. My hand wrapped violently around his neck to prevent any more air from passing through. “Talk to me like that again and I’ll cook you for tomorrow’s dinner!” I barked. He nodded vigorously. I released him from my grip. “Any more back flash from you, and you would have been dead within a matter of seconds.” I taunted with a sneer.



He looked to me grudgingly.



The battle between humanity and nature would have bedazzled me as a child. Of course, my feelings had changed since then. The thoughts of adventure simmered into fear each time such a situation occured. Returning to the fight was not an easy task.



“Easier said than done.” I said in an attempt to sooth my insecurities. Sadly the sight was not a pretty one to behold…a little too graphic for even words.

I cocked my gun swiftly, shooting out as many bullets as possible for a good aim. A collection of varying bullets flew violently in the air colliding with fleshy stems and red-headed flowers. Even more shrieks sounded---each one leading us closer to an end to the war.


Thankfully, these wars were short-lived, but never without consequence. As if by magic, the fog cleared. I had my team tend to the less fortunate on the ship. Oddly enough, Clueless Morgan’s stupidity did not save him this time. He had a small bruise on his side. Alright, so his clumsy nature did save him. It was a miracle sometimes. I suppose ignorance is indeed bliss.


Entering a small hut, I saw a taunting smile come my way. The temptress rushed to me enthusiastically. The aura around her was playful, yet nebulous.

I stared into her coal-black eyes; talking as gently as possible---the woman had tried my patience many times before. She could not hear me it seemed. The voodoo practitioner seemed too involved into her own world to even reply. A twinkle shone in those mysterious orbs; a sense of mischief overwhelmed her. Her ebony hands slid into my pale ones. Her lips parted, revealing black teeth, only to release a soft whisper into my ear. Despite her flaws, she was tempting in almost everyway.

Her rough hair smelled of ashes with a pleasant blend of swamp. Her scent was an all too familiar smell—a reminder of something, or someone dear I had left behind. To escape the memory, I cupped her face gently. “Do not tempt me any further.” I demanded steely. “Shouldn’t toy with a mans’ heart. That in itself is an all too familiar story, hmm?” I said, reflecting the cold expression she had.

The mystic woman’s eyes narrowed “My heart is already taken, Jimmy.” She said heavy with emotion consisting of untapped rage. Her nails dug into my arms sharply. I did not flinch, not even a bit. I wasn’t the same child who thirsted for adventure, only to scamper away in fear. I was now a man stained with inner turmoil and hate. I brought my hands to her bony shoulders. Her expression was hard and unkind when I gazed once more into her stare.

“I see you had the same fate as Davy Jones, Calypso?”


]The Goddess snarled angrily at my words. Oh yes, she was very much like the ocean, Unpredictable, swift, fearful, and untamed. “Yes, bound to land once more, child.” She said, taking a seat into her wood-rotten chair. “Made a deal with Hades.” She said simply, not wanting to discuss anything more specific.

Her eyes lingered on a small pouch lying near her black sharp nails.



I finally understood where this was going. “What makes you think I’ll help a traitor? You sold my compass. A treasure I held most dear to my heart.” I cried, slamming my fist against the small table. It immediately collapsed from such a force. She grabbed my wrist. My wrist turned into something horrid. My skin slowly faded revealing its true white anatomy. I pulled away. “Where are my manners?” I said forcefully.


“Tank you, Jimmy. Let us begin, shall we?”


“First tell me where my compass is.”


“You will get it bach soon.”


“How soon?”

“As soon as you shut your mouth, boy.”

xP Yes, based after World's End.
There may be some Elizabeth Swann bashing because, frankly...
She is the biggest Mary-Sue (All perfect type woman) since Snow White.

I won't overdo it, though.
That ruins my amateurish stories.

Oh, I'll gladly give you an overview of the triology.
Today I'll make sure to update.

Sweetie, this story is so intriguing. Set after the events of World's End, you say? So awesomely marvelous!

Please post more. I want to read more! NOW! *faints due to high blood pressure*

LoL! ^_^

I'm extremely intrigued. It's a very good start and i'm looking forward to some more...Please.

I never did see worlds end, so this will inform me a little.

Thanks for posting this Squeekums. Always love to read your fics.

Porkyyy!
-Glompsnughuggle-
Could you pm me the first chapter you sent me from star wars?
I accidently erased it. D:

Sure I can, which chapter? the very first one, or the first PM of the ones I sent you t'other day?

The one you tried to send me awhile ago. D:
Sah-ree!
That's why I haven't edited any!

I was like...

:O NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

X)

I love you, Porky.
Don't spear me! XD

haha, okay. I shall get to the sending.

<3 Thank ye, matey.
The next chapter is nearly done.
Thinking I be finish with this chapter before beddy night. <3

<3 Davy Jones rocks my world...deeleeedooo!
(Sings to herself)

Read me a story, mommy!

“Witty Jack fooled many beings, people, and legends, such as you, an honorable legend, once thirsty for adventure only to taint your hands in cold blood. Do you know just who de small child behind de tale is anymore, Jimmy? What a surprise to the world if they found out that de adorable Jimmy turned into a ruthless pirate. Fooled by a Goddess you were, too.”

I looked to the side. “King of the Brethren Court is what I am now. The starry-eyed child was then.” I said in my defense. “Perhaps it was for the better when I slid Gonzo’s throat…” I said to myself from out of the blue.

The witch directed my attention back to what would be the memory of a not so long ago past.

I saw a 12-year-old Elizabeth Swan, daughter of the governor, seeing a handsome young boy who had fallen unconscious (Will Turner, childhood friend and future lover I assumed based on tales with the local theives). She spotted a strange gold medallion resembling a skull (it seemed), hanging around his neck. Perhaps it had meaning. Fearing he’d be accused of piracy were the soldiers to discover it, she took it into her hands to bare the risk. It would be her burden for eight more years.

The gold medallion led to the Aztec’s prized gold where Captain Barbossa, filled with greed, wanted the treasure for himself and for his undead crew. The ever clever Jack tricked him into the bargain. The oblivious captain fell for Sparrow’s charm believing he’d follow through. Jack manages to steal The Black Pearl and the treasure leaving an enraged undead crew behind (Barbossa’s).

The fanciful imagery shifted into something fearsome.
A hand stuck out; a hole slowly formed into it. “The black spot…” I whispered stiffly. The hand belonged to none other than Captain Jack Sparrow himself.

Blurred and uncertain, I waited for the next memory to take shape. It was Calypso’s lover reminding Jack of his debt. It seemed foolish of the man to have had believed he would willingly give up his own soul just to captain The Black Pearl…

The fog around the crystal ball slowly faded. I could see the little magic Tia Dalma (Calypso—that’s her humanoid name) held over it was losing its effect. Within the slowly fading fog, lighting flickered in it.

“You’ll see no mercy from me, lass!”

The tall aquamarine-like monster threatened madly, the tentacles of his face erect from anger. Just when he was about to swing his mighty sword, the woman swiftly blocked it with a much more clever comeback, “That’s why I brought this!” Her dark brown eyes filled with determination—oddly enough Elizabeth went from a delicate flower to a venomous snake (how realistic, honestly, impossible to become a pirate lord in a matter of days when clearly you had no experience before –rolls eyes-).

Whilst their fighting, William Turner fought his own father in combat, Bootstrap was the father’s name. The long time slave to The Flying Dutchman had forgotten the boy was his own son. “I’m not going to kill you…” He said honorably, “I made you a promise.” The man looked to him oddly letting him go to save his knocked unconscious fiancée.

A groan sounded from Davy when the sword sliced through his chest. Just after the mistake, he laughed silkily “Turner, did you forget? I’m a heartless wrench.” He said in his thick Scottish accent. The desperate man tried to get the sword out, but fell prey to a powerful kick across the face.

William collapsed from the blow. He was now cornered by fear personified, who bared a wry grin. The monster noticed Elizabeth staring into her lover’s eyes. I could not tell if he was pleased or shocked. Whatever he meant to express, it was gone now. What was once concern flashed into something more sinister.

“Ah, love…a dreadful bond.” He started with a little shake of his head, a dry chuckle sounding from his slimy lips as bitterness made itself present in his voice,“Yet so easily severed!”

Holding the blade to Will's throat, Jones menacingly asked, "Tell me, Will Turner, do you fear death? Do you?”

The beating of a heart once trapped within a treasure chest grew louder in his ears.

“Do you?” Asked Jack coyly, holding Davy’s heart in his hand.

Anger turned into fear when he set his blue eyes on his throbbing organ.

“You’ve a cruel mind, Jack Sparrow!”

“It’s a matter of perspective, Davy.”

“Is it?”

The monster slid the sword deep into Will's chest, mortally wounding him. An enraged "Bootstrap" Bill lunged himself at Will’s murderer, regaining some memory of the promise Will made to him. Torn between immortality for himself and saving Will, Jack placed his broken dagger in Will's hand, guiding a numb hand into stabbing the heart of Davy Jones. Slowly dying, Elizabeth screamed repeatedly as a visibly saddened Jack looked on.

“Calypso…”

Jones whispered, descending towards his doom into a pitch black whirlpool.
The storm stopped the moment he disappeared from their sight.

Her power lost its effect. Quiet merged with tension in the room. The temper she held at this point was unwise to try. “William Turner lived, taking over de Flying Dutchman. Elizabeth became a mother of a beautiful child. Jack Sparrow wandered away with your compass to track down de Fountain of Youth.” She explained tensely.

A grudge formed on my part, too when she mentioned the filthy pirate’s name. I turned my head to the side, rubbing my bearded chin. “Mmm, won’t be too hard.” I said. “What’s in the pouch?” I added. “Consider this a gift, child.” She said passing me the bag. I took it, and left for the ship.





Note: The story will be clearer as we follow through with the other chapters.

Poor Gonzo *sniff*.

But seriously, it's all very inter-esting. Thanks for the chappy, looking forward to the next.

So much mystery! So many questions! So many references! I feel like I'm watching an episode of Lost! (And that's a good thing, if you consider how engaging that show really is. LoL!)

I'm not going to lose sight of this story, my love. I'm looking forward to reading more and hoping get some answers to my questions.

Tortuga, loaded with gold from the journey!

The oceans’ waves rocked the massive ship; the air playfully blew into its large hulls. The hearty singing of traditional men filled the midnight sky. The crew were somewhat busy, but below the watery surface came a flurry of activity with the lurking unknown.

The moon’s brilliant glow forced the crew squinty eyes and nearly toothless smiles. Tan bodies worked themselves to the bone, glistening with sweat from their never-ending toil. No matter the labor, it was the joy of even being alive and rich.

The hours passed. They came to a stop.

The leading captain barked a command to his team. They did as he pleased. The anchor plunged into the watery depths, hitting the soft unsettling sand. Deciding Tortuga would be the best place to stop---a former pirate stronghold at the time. No cadet would stop their fun, unless pirates of an alien alliance were to intrude.

“All right, men!” Declared the captain, tall and proud was he.

The exhausted crew scrambled to get off the ship with joyous cheer. They were stopped by the lead man himself. “Mind your manners.” He reminded coolly, flashing a dazzling smile, which was odd for him since he did not have time to brush his teeth very often. He made his way to the dock almost elegantly; contrary to his once bubbly obnoxious nature as a child starved for adventure.

“You may come down now.” He said smoothly.

They followed after him in a disorderly fashion. Ideas circulated about on how they’d spend their generous pay. Despite the glee expressed, they had to remember that they were in pirate territory---anything could happen. Unbeknownst to the clan, the pirate lord had havoc in mind already.

“Hello, darlings…” He greeted.

Two women clad in what one would call modest in our more modern times, were dressed in skimpy dresses revealing a generous amount of cleavage (Oh please –rolls eyes-). The girls smiled a yellow smile when they noted his arrival. “Any plans involving us tonight, Captain Hawkins?” Said Dahlia, brushing her black hair to the side to reveal her swan-like neck—it would have been a beautiful one were it not for the throbbing mole on her cheek.


Jim nervously laughed as he tucked her hair back in place “Terrible mol—moment to do business, girls.” He said honestly. “However, weren’t you two satisfied enough three weeks ago? Anyway, see you two later.” He said, ignoring their whines.

Short.


I was a little lazy.

Typos. Yes. Hehehe.
But don't think too hard on Gonzo's fate...there's more to this Jim than meets the eye!

Well I forgot to mention they were looking into a crystal ball.
Hawkins was describing what he saw.

Tia Dalma is Calypso (in case forgotten).

Dahlia is a made-up character of mine.
A prostitute along with her friend.

Swan-like neck was a description of having a long neck.

If you have anymore questions, please ask away!

<3 Thanks, Eddie!

I promise nothing graphic will be posted. X)
I am aware.