07-21-2015, 07:39 PM
Frustration bubbled up inside the captain of the Black Pearl. At this point, he had tried everything to get this crazy bitch away from his ship: sneaking away, being down-right rude to her, and trying to assert his dominance. Thus far, none of those options seemed to be working. No matter what he threw at Leviathan, the woman jumped back up, surmounting his challenges one right after another.
…and, well, if he were being honest, that was exactly the type of crew member he needed for such an important expedition.
He pursed his lips. “…why the hell not?”
Leviathan’s stony demeanor cracked a smile. She nodded curtly, and Sparrow turned around to head up to the top deck. First Mate Farley collected himself and rushed toward Jack. “Sir—sir, you know it’s bad luck to have a woman aboard—”
“Fire-Breath,” Jack spun around to face his first mate, “that scurvy lass has the biggest gun I have ever seen in me short little life, and she just mopped the floor with your foul-smelling face. Besides, I’m the captain, my crew, bugger off.” And with that, he turned and traveled up to the top deck, placing a greasy hand on the wheel.
For a few moments, Jack Sparrow surveyed his crew, already bustling with activity below. First Mate Farley had started to fire off orders—hoist sails, prepare to ship out, etcetera—and the little guys had started scurrying around the deck, preparing the Black Pearl for her first voyage since he had regained his captaincy. Amidst all the chaos, Leviathan stood still, just glancing around at everyone. She seemed, for the first time since Jack had met her, just a little bit lost and unsure of her place. The pirate stepped forward, gripping tightly onto a rope and leaping up onto the railing that saved anyone from falling off the top deck. He held on tightly, keeping his balance on the banister like a true professional.
“Alright, ye dirty bastards!”
His voice carried across the entire ship, and the crew—Leviathan included—turned to look up at their captain. A smirk crossed his face. He liked being in charge.
“Firstly,” he boomed, “I’d like to welcome our newest compatriot, Leviathan. Now I’m sure you gents are going to be very nice to the little lady, but if you’re not… well, I’ll let her take care of you. She can handle herself.” Down below, the small smile that the armored lady wore grew just a little bit wider, though she tried to shield it from Sparrow’s view.
“Secondly!” he continued, “I know we all got off on a bit of the wrong foot last time—don’t ask me how I know, just had a feeling—” the group chuckled just a bit below “—but I’d like to start off better this time by telling you exactly what the bloody hell is going on, savvy?” Any crew member that had continued trying to complete their task during the former part of Jack’s speech quickly stopped what they were doing and gave the greasy captain their full attention. “Y’see, mates,” Jack started, his voice getting a little softer, “I have lofty ambitions for us. Ambitions that aim to make us the greatest pirates in the Vasty Deep. In the whole bloody Omniverse.
“The road will not be easy. It will be fraught with terrors the likes of which none of us—yes, not even me, perhaps—have ever seen. But when we reach the end of our journey, it will have all been worth it. Every struggle, every insurmountable odd that we surmount, every crew member that nobly gives their life to the cause… everything will pay off.” Hushed whispers erupted across the crowd. Leviathan remained silent, staring up at Jack. He crouched down on the rail, as if to tell the crew a dirty little secret.
“Not all of us will make it out of this alive,” he warned them, “but all of us will make it out of this legends. Gents—and lady—you can be sure that when Captain Jack Sparrow reaches his goal, the Black Pearl will not only be the most feared pirate ship in all the verses, it will be the most powerful. That I promise.”
A voice piped up from the crowd.
“So what the fuck are we doin’?”
Sparrow’s eyes flitted over to the little crew member—a teenage boy whose name he couldn’t think of at the moment. Probably just a deck-swabber, but nonetheless, an important cog in the machine that was the Black Pearl.
Jack kept his eyes locked with the boy’s. “Very good question, son…” He stood back up, surveying the crowd. “Gents…” he started, and the crew waited with bated breath.
“We’re going to find that little white bastard,” he nodded, “We’re gonna find Omni.”
Activity burst forth from the crowd as they got excitable, trying to comprehend the weight of that statement. So that was what all of his crazy schemes had been about—he was trying to find Omni, the creator of the Omniverse and general master of their fates? Yes, Jack Sparrow answered inwardly, yes, it was. Now, he would not reveal to them the true root of his desire to find the glowing, smiling god, but at least now they knew the end goal.
“Gents,” he called out, waving his free hand to get their attention. The crew grew silent once more, and Jack began to hum. “Yo, ho, yo, ho… A pirate’s life for me! We’re devils and black sheep, we’re—”
“REALLY BAD EGGS!” Everyone, a shout.
Jack stepped back, off the railing. He finished, almost to himself: “Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.”
“Alright, you scallywags,” he smirked, leaning over and glancing at every single crew member in turn, “Back to work! Let’s get the bloody hell out of this shit hole!”
“Aye, aye, captain!”
…and, well, if he were being honest, that was exactly the type of crew member he needed for such an important expedition.
He pursed his lips. “…why the hell not?”
Leviathan’s stony demeanor cracked a smile. She nodded curtly, and Sparrow turned around to head up to the top deck. First Mate Farley collected himself and rushed toward Jack. “Sir—sir, you know it’s bad luck to have a woman aboard—”
“Fire-Breath,” Jack spun around to face his first mate, “that scurvy lass has the biggest gun I have ever seen in me short little life, and she just mopped the floor with your foul-smelling face. Besides, I’m the captain, my crew, bugger off.” And with that, he turned and traveled up to the top deck, placing a greasy hand on the wheel.
For a few moments, Jack Sparrow surveyed his crew, already bustling with activity below. First Mate Farley had started to fire off orders—hoist sails, prepare to ship out, etcetera—and the little guys had started scurrying around the deck, preparing the Black Pearl for her first voyage since he had regained his captaincy. Amidst all the chaos, Leviathan stood still, just glancing around at everyone. She seemed, for the first time since Jack had met her, just a little bit lost and unsure of her place. The pirate stepped forward, gripping tightly onto a rope and leaping up onto the railing that saved anyone from falling off the top deck. He held on tightly, keeping his balance on the banister like a true professional.
“Alright, ye dirty bastards!”
His voice carried across the entire ship, and the crew—Leviathan included—turned to look up at their captain. A smirk crossed his face. He liked being in charge.
“Firstly,” he boomed, “I’d like to welcome our newest compatriot, Leviathan. Now I’m sure you gents are going to be very nice to the little lady, but if you’re not… well, I’ll let her take care of you. She can handle herself.” Down below, the small smile that the armored lady wore grew just a little bit wider, though she tried to shield it from Sparrow’s view.
“Secondly!” he continued, “I know we all got off on a bit of the wrong foot last time—don’t ask me how I know, just had a feeling—” the group chuckled just a bit below “—but I’d like to start off better this time by telling you exactly what the bloody hell is going on, savvy?” Any crew member that had continued trying to complete their task during the former part of Jack’s speech quickly stopped what they were doing and gave the greasy captain their full attention. “Y’see, mates,” Jack started, his voice getting a little softer, “I have lofty ambitions for us. Ambitions that aim to make us the greatest pirates in the Vasty Deep. In the whole bloody Omniverse.
“The road will not be easy. It will be fraught with terrors the likes of which none of us—yes, not even me, perhaps—have ever seen. But when we reach the end of our journey, it will have all been worth it. Every struggle, every insurmountable odd that we surmount, every crew member that nobly gives their life to the cause… everything will pay off.” Hushed whispers erupted across the crowd. Leviathan remained silent, staring up at Jack. He crouched down on the rail, as if to tell the crew a dirty little secret.
“Not all of us will make it out of this alive,” he warned them, “but all of us will make it out of this legends. Gents—and lady—you can be sure that when Captain Jack Sparrow reaches his goal, the Black Pearl will not only be the most feared pirate ship in all the verses, it will be the most powerful. That I promise.”
A voice piped up from the crowd.
“So what the fuck are we doin’?”
Sparrow’s eyes flitted over to the little crew member—a teenage boy whose name he couldn’t think of at the moment. Probably just a deck-swabber, but nonetheless, an important cog in the machine that was the Black Pearl.
Jack kept his eyes locked with the boy’s. “Very good question, son…” He stood back up, surveying the crowd. “Gents…” he started, and the crew waited with bated breath.
“We’re going to find that little white bastard,” he nodded, “We’re gonna find Omni.”
Activity burst forth from the crowd as they got excitable, trying to comprehend the weight of that statement. So that was what all of his crazy schemes had been about—he was trying to find Omni, the creator of the Omniverse and general master of their fates? Yes, Jack Sparrow answered inwardly, yes, it was. Now, he would not reveal to them the true root of his desire to find the glowing, smiling god, but at least now they knew the end goal.
“Gents,” he called out, waving his free hand to get their attention. The crew grew silent once more, and Jack began to hum. “Yo, ho, yo, ho… A pirate’s life for me! We’re devils and black sheep, we’re—”
“REALLY BAD EGGS!” Everyone, a shout.
Jack stepped back, off the railing. He finished, almost to himself: “Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.”
“Alright, you scallywags,” he smirked, leaning over and glancing at every single crew member in turn, “Back to work! Let’s get the bloody hell out of this shit hole!”
“Aye, aye, captain!”
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