02-17-2016, 01:02 PM
Well, here was a sentence Jack never thought he would say: the Pokémon were just too strong for him.
Well, that, and the sheer shock plastered on his face after seeing Leviathan transform into, well, a literal Leviathan. What the bloody hell had happened to the girl? One second, she’d been bragging about how many kills she’d made—albeit to no one, as the captain had ended up quite far away from her in the scope of things—and the next, tentacles had started popping up out of her like daisies.
Seriously, he had seen some weird things in his days, but nothing would compare to the shit he’d seen since arriving in the Omniverse. This whole entire universe seemed to conspire towards the strange. Jack may have had an affinity for weird things, but even he had almost been overwhelmed.
Beat back by the shockwaves of a very angry Raichu, a stunned Jack found himself tumbling off of his perch on the higher deck. He fell fast and hard, slamming into the wooden planks below. The impact sent his brain into a tizzy not unlike one he may have contracted from drinking too much rum, but combined with the pain of a ten-foot fall, he found himself much more unable to curb its effect. For a few moments, he squirmed on the deck, the warriors of the Pokémon Liberation Front gathering around him. His eyes fell to the edge of the boat—his only option for escape.
If he could just get up.
He rolled in the direction of the sea, but stopped in his tracks as an orange claw reached over the side of the ship and dragged itself aboard.
What? the pirate captain thought, flabbergasted, …but Leviathan killed that creature. I watched ‘er make ‘im walk the plank. Nevertheless, the Charmeleon yanked itself up onto the deck, and then pushed itself upright. The flame on its tail still burnt, which could only mean one thing: it hadn’t fallen quite as far as the sea monster bitch hoped.
“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Charmeleon smirked.
“That’s…” the dreadlocked man sputtered, holding up a finger limply, “…that’s Captain Jack, Jack, Jack to you, mate.”
Charmeleon snickered. “It’s about to be Dead Jack. How does that sound?”
The pirate pursed his lips. “Not too good.”
“Mhm,” Charmeleon grinned, marching toward Captain Jack Sparrow and reaching down to pick up the nearest gun. Slowly but surely, the lizard encroached upon the pirate and lifted up the weapon, pressing it squarely into the man’s forehead. “Any last words, Sparrow?” the Pokémon asked.
Jack looked up and met Charmeleon’s eyes. “Parley?”
The lizard’s expression dropped. “…shit.”
Charmeleon led Captain Jack Sparrow and First Mate Farley—the only other surviving member of the Black Pearl’s crew, save Leviathan—down a dimly lit hallway. The pair had been blindfolded the entire time, so they had no idea where the crew of roughed up Pokémon had taken them, but wherever it was, it certainly was ominous. Jack only wished the Black Pearl carried this sort of ambiance with it. Perhaps he needed to hire a better interior designer.
At the end of the hall, the orange-skinned lizard jerked the blindfolds off of the pirates and they found themselves staring at a large set of rustic-looking double doors. If his hands hadn’t been tied up snugly behind his back, Jack may have been tempted to run his fingers along the wood.
“Is that mahogany?” he asked genuinely, but Charmeleon’s sour expression implied he had no intention of answering. “Bloody hell, just looking for new facing for me ship.”
“You’re never seeing that schooner again,” Charmeleon hissed, his eyes narrowing at the pirate. Jack sighed. That may have been what the lizard thought, but the pirate had more confidence in his abilities than that. He’d been separated from his lady love many times before, but he always managed to make it back in one piece. If he had to find a turtle and use it as a raft, he would go that far.
Slowly, one of the doors opened and an Alakazam peered out.
“He’s ready,” the magician said to the lizard. Charmeleon nodded.
“The Warlord will see you now,” the orange-skinned creature said, beckoning them into the hall. Jack stepped through the opening of the door, but one of Charmeleon’s claws blocked Fire-Breath Farley from entering. “Just the Captain.”
Jack and Farley shared a worried look, but eventually, the Captain knew he had to continue forward. He turned around and began his trek again, slowly seeing the creature at the end of the long hall, positioned on a rather large chair. It seemed to be… a sort of anthropomorphic turtle, and Jack’s mind immediately imagined using it as his raft; though he imagined it wouldn’t come quietly. Flanking it to one side was Alakazam, and on the other, a gargantuan creature that Sparrow didn’t recognize. It looked like it had been to the gym too many times in the past few months.
“Who’s this motherfucker?” the turtle squawked.
“Jack Sparrow, a pirate,” Alakazam replied.
“Captain Jack Sparrow!”
Well, that, and the sheer shock plastered on his face after seeing Leviathan transform into, well, a literal Leviathan. What the bloody hell had happened to the girl? One second, she’d been bragging about how many kills she’d made—albeit to no one, as the captain had ended up quite far away from her in the scope of things—and the next, tentacles had started popping up out of her like daisies.
Seriously, he had seen some weird things in his days, but nothing would compare to the shit he’d seen since arriving in the Omniverse. This whole entire universe seemed to conspire towards the strange. Jack may have had an affinity for weird things, but even he had almost been overwhelmed.
Beat back by the shockwaves of a very angry Raichu, a stunned Jack found himself tumbling off of his perch on the higher deck. He fell fast and hard, slamming into the wooden planks below. The impact sent his brain into a tizzy not unlike one he may have contracted from drinking too much rum, but combined with the pain of a ten-foot fall, he found himself much more unable to curb its effect. For a few moments, he squirmed on the deck, the warriors of the Pokémon Liberation Front gathering around him. His eyes fell to the edge of the boat—his only option for escape.
If he could just get up.
He rolled in the direction of the sea, but stopped in his tracks as an orange claw reached over the side of the ship and dragged itself aboard.
What? the pirate captain thought, flabbergasted, …but Leviathan killed that creature. I watched ‘er make ‘im walk the plank. Nevertheless, the Charmeleon yanked itself up onto the deck, and then pushed itself upright. The flame on its tail still burnt, which could only mean one thing: it hadn’t fallen quite as far as the sea monster bitch hoped.
“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Charmeleon smirked.
“That’s…” the dreadlocked man sputtered, holding up a finger limply, “…that’s Captain Jack, Jack, Jack to you, mate.”
Charmeleon snickered. “It’s about to be Dead Jack. How does that sound?”
The pirate pursed his lips. “Not too good.”
“Mhm,” Charmeleon grinned, marching toward Captain Jack Sparrow and reaching down to pick up the nearest gun. Slowly but surely, the lizard encroached upon the pirate and lifted up the weapon, pressing it squarely into the man’s forehead. “Any last words, Sparrow?” the Pokémon asked.
Jack looked up and met Charmeleon’s eyes. “Parley?”
The lizard’s expression dropped. “…shit.”
* * *
Charmeleon led Captain Jack Sparrow and First Mate Farley—the only other surviving member of the Black Pearl’s crew, save Leviathan—down a dimly lit hallway. The pair had been blindfolded the entire time, so they had no idea where the crew of roughed up Pokémon had taken them, but wherever it was, it certainly was ominous. Jack only wished the Black Pearl carried this sort of ambiance with it. Perhaps he needed to hire a better interior designer.
At the end of the hall, the orange-skinned lizard jerked the blindfolds off of the pirates and they found themselves staring at a large set of rustic-looking double doors. If his hands hadn’t been tied up snugly behind his back, Jack may have been tempted to run his fingers along the wood.
“Is that mahogany?” he asked genuinely, but Charmeleon’s sour expression implied he had no intention of answering. “Bloody hell, just looking for new facing for me ship.”
“You’re never seeing that schooner again,” Charmeleon hissed, his eyes narrowing at the pirate. Jack sighed. That may have been what the lizard thought, but the pirate had more confidence in his abilities than that. He’d been separated from his lady love many times before, but he always managed to make it back in one piece. If he had to find a turtle and use it as a raft, he would go that far.
Slowly, one of the doors opened and an Alakazam peered out.
“He’s ready,” the magician said to the lizard. Charmeleon nodded.
“The Warlord will see you now,” the orange-skinned creature said, beckoning them into the hall. Jack stepped through the opening of the door, but one of Charmeleon’s claws blocked Fire-Breath Farley from entering. “Just the Captain.”
Jack and Farley shared a worried look, but eventually, the Captain knew he had to continue forward. He turned around and began his trek again, slowly seeing the creature at the end of the long hall, positioned on a rather large chair. It seemed to be… a sort of anthropomorphic turtle, and Jack’s mind immediately imagined using it as his raft; though he imagined it wouldn’t come quietly. Flanking it to one side was Alakazam, and on the other, a gargantuan creature that Sparrow didn’t recognize. It looked like it had been to the gym too many times in the past few months.
“Who’s this motherfucker?” the turtle squawked.
“Jack Sparrow, a pirate,” Alakazam replied.
“Captain Jack Sparrow!”
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