YEAH! i get to see the sequel tomorrow! i'm dressing up... weeee!
Ragetti and the rest of the cursed pirates surfaced in the dead of night. The air was thick with fog and the shores were very rocky. They had reached La Isla de Muerta at last.
The men yelled and cheered as they ran through the tunnels leading to the giant cave full of treasure.
There it was: Cortez's cursed treasure. And on top of the chest sat they're old captain.
"Barbossa!" Ragetti yelled. He had never been so happy to see him.
"Aye," he shouted back. At that time the pirates had stopped rumaging to stare in awe at their captain. "Welcome back, gents."
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Jack took the wheel of his precious ship. The Longing was following The Pearl at a safe distance. They were well away from Tortuga by now and Jack thought the Turners might like to be aboard their own ship again.
He called for them.
A thick fog had settled around them. It'd be way too risky to attempt to sail through this with The Longing so close behind. He barked orders telling the crew to weigh anchor.
Elizabeth and Will joined him at the helm.
"I bet you two would like to be on yer own ship, now, eh? Ye might need some alone time, if ye catch my drift." He winked at them.
They blushed. They were so good. It was almost gross.
Gibbs rang a bell and yelled out to the crew of The Longing to warn them that The Pearl had stopped.
She pulled up right beside The Pearl and dropped anchor.
"Goodnight, Jack," Elizabeth said before crossing over to The Longing.
The rest of the crew had gone to bed. It was just Jack and the moon now. He was tired but he didn't want to sleep. Instead he stared up at the stars and the endless sea that rolled on before him.
He felt strangely empty, as if he hadn't eaten for weeks.
He made to lean back on the deck and put his hands behind his head, but he stopped short.
Was it still his intoxicated mind or were his fingers no longer fleshy?
He blinked and rubbed his eyes.
They no longer felt like real fingers.
He looked at his clothes: all raggety and torn. He took off his boots. His feet were the same as his hands: white shiny bones.
'No. No, this can't be. I'm still drunk. I'm dreaming. I'll wake up and everything will be fine. It's not the curse. It can't be. The fog is just coincidence and so is my sudden hunger. I'll just go to sleep and everything will be fine in the morning.'
But Jack couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, his dreams haunted by Barbossa and that damn monkey.
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William Turner slept restlessly that night. He had spent the evening in the company of a beautiful woman yet he felt nothing. Now his dreams were invaded by pirates and the bloody treasure of Cortez. Mostly he dreampt of his son, Will.
There had been a time, about a year ago, when he had been able to feel, to actually live again. But it had evaporated as quickly as it had come.
He had shrugged it off as another mere dream.
The curse couldn't be lifted unless they had his blood, and there would be no way to find his son. Pirates were greedy but also very ignorant and stupid.
The curse hadn't been lifted. It was only hope.
sorry for all the short chapters... i'm havinga sort of writer's block. i'll be able to post again soon. i'm just soo excited for the sequel! i won't add any secrets from that story though... only what comes out of my head... i know mostly where it's going. it's just adding all the dialog and extra stuff and stringing it all together that's so difficult. argh.