ESPNfanatic35
Catcher of Ubers
Hello everyone, ESPNfanatic35 here with another fic. This one is a crossover between Pirates of the Caribbean and Pokemon. The Prologue begins after the events of the Manaphy movie. Chapter 1 begins after the events of Pirates of the Caribbean 4 so if you haven't seen it yet, there may be some minor SPOILERS. This will be rated PG-13 for some violence. Please leave feedback! Enjoy!
Prologue
Present Day
The pirate sat in his cell that seemed far too small for someone of his tremendous stature. He was well over six feet tall and had bulky muscles to go with his large gut. He was wearing a pirate hat and had an extraordinarily long beard that went down to his navel. His entire body was still unbelievably sore and he could barely move. It was only the previous week when his submarine exploded and a large pillar landed on him. The mechanized super-suit that he invented was destroyed during the incident, which was what gave him the physical strength he used to have. He never felt so weak. He stared through the tiny window in his dark prison cell but couldn't see much because it was soaked with rain. The sound of raindrops was all the noise that was heard until another prisoner entered the cell next to him.
Wonderful, the pirate thought. Company ain't what I need at the moment.
The man waited for the guards to leave and turned to look at the pirate through the bars. "Captain Phantom? The great and famous pirate of the Kanto seas!" he exclaimed loudly, prompting Phantom to sigh loudly. "Never thought I'd see the day when the Phantom of the Sea gets imprisoned!" he asked. He had a slight accent that was mixture between British and Spanish. He was a man of thirty years and was much smaller than Phantom but wore a similar hat and coat. Tattoos completely covered his arms and his teeth were yellow. It was clear from his appearence that he was also a pirate.
"I'll find me way out," Phantom said annoyed.
"Aye, comin' from the same man whose plan to rule the Kanto seas with the Sea Crown was foiled by a group of little kids," the man said as he laughed. The look on Phantom's face indicated that he was confused as to how the man knew this. "News about you travels quickly around here," the man said, answering Phantom's question before he could ask it.
"Least my name is known. Yours ain't. What about you, then?" Phantom asked. "What brings you here?"
"Name's Rico and many happen to be familiar with it. Was robbin' a candy store until a group of seven-year-olds had me arrested!" he said. He began howling with laughter yet again as Phantom gritted his teeth in anger. "Honestly though," Rico continued, "I was arrested for pillagin' and stealin' from other vessels around the Kanto region. Me first mate turned me in and took off with me ship. Sort of like what Hector Barbossa did to the infamous Jack Sparrow way back when."
"Can't say I'm familiar with those two names," Phantom said.
"Not much of a historian, eh? Me neither. I have heard many a tale of those two from me father, though. Me personal favorite is the one where they went after Kyogre. Along with one of your forefathers, I might add."
Phantom's eyes got wider and he turned closer towards Rico. "What tale?" he asked with great interest. "Me forefather did hunt Kyogre, I knew that. I've never heard the actual tale, however."
"Aye, you would want to know. Goin' after Kyogre would have been your first task had you gotten the Sea Crown, eh? Strongest Pokemon in the sea. Imagine what kind of power and booty one could get with Kyogre. Imagine the amount of ships one could conquer! Over 400 years old and still no one could catch it. Since yer so curious, I'll tell you the tale of Captain Sparrow and Captain Phantom, whom you are a descendant of. Let me tell you, this Captain Phantom didn't need no mechanical suit to have super strength. It all began in the year 1773..."
Chapter 1
A ship with a crew of ten sailed across the Pacific Ocean near the eastern side of Japan where the Kanto region was. The ship was led by Captain Takeru. Takeru was not attempting to pirate gold or food and drink, but he was attempting to pirate a creature of the deep. He and his crew were scanning the water the entire two weeks the ship was at sea. Takeru was proud of his ship, which he called the Red Jewel. The Jewel wasn't the largest vessel in the sea, but it was resiliant and reliable.
Takeru stared into the night where millions of stars covered and brightened the sky. He called his first mate Daisuke to him at the helm. The two spoke in Japanese. "The research I've done leads me to believe that traveling five more miles north will bring us to the approximate coordinates where we will encounter Kyogre," Takeru said.
"Captain," Daisuke responded. "Kyogre is a powerful creature that can see far better in the dark than we can. Shouldn't we wait until morning when the crew is refreshed and we can all see better? The Jewel is already at a disadvantage because of her size."
"No," Takeru said. "Ever since I was a young child and I first learned about this creature, I have wanted it. I will not postpone this any longer. We have the stars on our side tonight. They give us light. I am small in stature but have never backed down from an opponent. Same with the Jewel. She is small but I am unafraid to send her against Kyogre. Full speed ahead! Give everyone their orders, Daisuke!"
Daisuke approached each crew members and spouted orders. "Load the cannons and pistols! Prepare to go full speed ahead! No time for resting, men! The battle we have awaited soon approches!" The crew quickly loaded their weapons and ran to their stations, covering each corner of the Jewel.
It was no longer than ten minutes when Takeru spotted a large silhouette leap out of the water and create a gigantic splash as it landed. Takeru pulled a ball out of his pocket that was red on the top and white on the bottom. It had a button in the middle of it. "You're mine," he grunted to himself as the ship came closer to the creature that leaped from the water. Once it was in firing distance, Takeru pointed his finger. "Fire!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The crew members of the Jewel fired the cannons at the water where the creature was believed to be. Smoke poured out of the cannons as they made a deafening sound.
The cannon balls splashed into the water. The crew waited as the noise from the cannons and the water subsided. A chill ran down Takeru's spine as he heard a loud roar from beneath the water. "Prepare to fire once more!" Takeru commanded, trying not to sound nervous.
The creature leaped out of the water straight at the Jewel. Its scaly skin was the color of sapphire and it had fins that resembled large wings. These fins were covered by red markings. It opened its mouth to reveal frighteningly jagged teeth as it rammed into the ship, knocking it backwards and sending two of the crew members into the water while nearly everyone else on the Jewel fell on their backs. "Kyogre! That's it!" Takeru exclaimed, still on his feet. "Fire your cannons and pistols and don't hold back!"
Numerous shots from the cannons and pistols rang out and splashed into the water. Kyogre disappeared back into the water and swam rapidly under the ship towards the two crew members who fell into the water. They both screamed as they were pulled into the water, which quickly began turning red. Kyogre's head emerged and fired a beam of light from its mouth at the ship, causing it to explode into pieces, but not before one of the cannon shots connected with it. Kyogre screamed in pain.
Takeru felt himself go airborne and land into the water. He swam to a large piece of floating wood and hung on to it. He ducked his head as debris fell from the sky and into the water. Once the debris stopped falling he was able to get himself onto one knee on the piece of wood that was keeping him afloat. He looked around and didn't spot any of his crew, but that didn't concern him at the moment. Kyogre was not more than ten yards from Takeru, glaring at him with its yellow eyes. Takeru noticed a sizable wound above Kyogre's left fin where it was hit. He realized he still had the ball in hand. "I'll catch you if it's the last thing I do!" he proclaimed. "Pokeball, go!" he shouted as he hurled the ball at Kyogre's head.
A red beam of light came out of the ball as soon as it made contact with Kyogre. The red light engulfed Kyogre as it disappeared into the ball. Takeru watched with satisfaction as the ball landed into the water and began floating. He started to drift towards the ball when it suddenly exploded open and Kyogre emerged right in front of his face. Takeru felt himself breathing heavy and he felt the beating of his heart against the inside of his chest. There was a huge lump in his throat. Kyogre opened its gaping mouth all the way released a resounding roar as it lunged itself towards Takeru. The last thing Takeru saw was the top layer of Kyogre's teeth descending upon him.
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An older, plump man with a thick, gray beard sat in a dingy with a sword in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. At least six more unopened bottles lay on the ground of the small, wooden boat. He sat quietly as he took a sip every minute or so. The first mate had been waiting for his captain for over three hours now. Drinking rum and stabbing at fish in the sea with his sword were the best ways to pass the time. He was able to catch two fish, but had no intention of eating them anymore since they were beginning to rot and he already had the day's supply of food in a large sack. The man looked up at the sky and saw the clouds slowly begin to move away from and reveal the sun. "Tis gettin' heated now," he said to himself as he poked at one of the fish carcasses and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Captain best be arrivin' soon."
The man's name was Joshamee Gibbs and he was waiting far out in the sea from a town on the eastern end of Cuba. His sole job at the moment was to watch the portions of bread, fruit, and rum that was left in the dingy. His captain at the moment was on land attempting to recover their ship. Gibbs was growing weary and his neck and face began to burn and turn red. He decided to remove his shirt and dip himself into the sea to help him cool down a bit. "Shame there be no women present to admire me chest hair," he told himself. Gibbs was following the orders of his captain to drift off a bit and be far from the land so no one would eye him suspiciously or steal their portions of food and rum. Gibbs could handle losing the food but losing the rum was simply out of the question.
"If I can't recover me ship, I shall return to you in another dingy. That way we each have more room. Drift away towards the east so no one spots you," he recalled his captain's orders.
Gibbs was far enough away from land that he wouldn't be noticed but close enough that it was still visible. The sun was burning hotter than ever now and it reflected off the clear water. It hurt Gibbs's eyes if he looked directly at the water because of the reflection. He felt a couple of fish brush past his bare foot as he held onto the dingy to keep his head above the water. Although the sun was hot, the water was refreshingly cool and felt great on Gibbs's skin.
Gibbs stayed in this position for at least fifteen minutes until he heard splashes of water not far from him. He looked over in the opposite direction of land when he saw a rowboat that was smaller than the dingy approaching him. There were two men who looked to be just past their teen years in the boat and they looked very crowded. They were completely filthy and covered with dirt and they had uninviting looks on their faces as they stared down Gibbs. Gibbs hopped back into the boat and put his shirt back on. "How goes it?" he asked.
"See you got somethin' to eat and drink in there," the taller man said. "Me friend and meself been rowing for an eternity and are crowded, starving, and parched." His voice sounded very dry. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it towards Gibbs. "Leap on out and give us the dingy with everything in it."
Gibbs held his hands up. "Lads, I can assure you there is land not far beyond me. Your journey is almost over. No need to be stealing my loot, now."
"I don't believe this scallywag!" the shorter man said.
"Neither do I," said his taller friend. "Hope you're a good swimmer you grog-snarfing, yellow-bellied, scurvy-infested..."
Suddenly, a shot rang out from behind Gibbs and connected with the taller man, sending the pistol into the water. The man screamed with terror and held his hand, which he then realized was unharmed. Gibbs turned around and saw a great sight for sore eyes. It was a humongous ship that had black sails with holes scattered throughout. It was the Black Pearl. On the ship stood a man wearing long, dark dreadlocks that stuck out of his pirate hat. A couple of his locks had beads and jewels in them. He was also wearing a mustache and a goatee. His pistol was raised and he blew the smoke away.
"No one likes a name-caller, mate," he said in a deep, slurred voice. The man with dreadlocks spoke in a British accent. He scrunched his nose and made a shooing motion with his free hand. "Leave me first mate be and run along." He made a grin that was devious and charming at the same time as a couple of his silver teeth shined. "You don't want to see the cannons on this ship. Savvy?"
The young men nodded."Aye aye, Sir!" they said in unison as they quickly began rowing away as quickly as possible.
"Jack Sparrow!" Gibbs said as he smiled. "Perfect timing as usual!"
"You know how I love making the perfect entrance, Mr. Gibbs," Jack said as he walked towards the helm with somewhat of a druken swagger and headed towards Gibbs's rowboat. Gibbs began climbing on a net that was hanging down the side of the ship to meet Jack. "I trust you have the sack?" Jack inquired.
"Aye, Captain," Gibbs responded.
"And the rum?"
Gibbs smiled. "Aye, Captain. Everything is safe."
Jack made a shooing motion with his hand again. "Well, dump that old bread and rotting fruit out of the sack and put the rum in it. Makes it easier to carry, savvy?"
Gibbs brought the rum up onto the Pearl and greeted his captain as they each banged their rum bottles together. "To the Pearl!" Gibbs exclaimed as he and Jack took a celebratory gulp. "So the magician you were looking for was able to get the Pearl out of that bottle that ol' Blackbeard put it in?" he asked.
"No, that crazy git did absolutely nothing for me," Jack explained, making some very animated hand gestures as he spoke. "He told me I was looney for believing I could get the Pearl out of there. I stormed out of his hut, went to the dock, and hurled the bottle onto the ground in anger."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, the bottle broke and the miniature Pearl was sent in to the ocean. To my great surprise and pleasure, the Pearl just..." Jack spread his hand far apart and threw them in the air. "It just grew back to size and rose out of the sea like it was the Flying Dutchman herself. Indestructable ship, the Pearl. Taken down by the Kracken, shrunken by Blackbeard, and yet here we are still on her. Never thought it would be that simple to get her out."
Gibbs took a long sip from his bottle. "I'd wager the same trick will work with the other bottled ships I swiped from Blackbeard's ship."
"Aye. I have them in a safe spot in the ship." Jack quickly finished his bottle of rum. He allowed a crew member to steer the ship as he and Gibbs walked the length of the Pearl, savoring what they missed for so long. "Today has gone from bloody awful to a great day. The Pearl's back, the crew's back, I'm rid of that wretched Blackbeard, and best of all, no sign of Jack the mon..."
Jack was interrupted by a deafening screech in his ear. A small monkey landed on his shoulder and pulled off his hat, revealing a red bandana. The monkey began pulling at Jack's hair with his free hand. Gibbs couldn't help but chuckle. "Either the little fellow is happy to see ya or he's begging for something to eat," he remarked.
Jack smacked the monkey off of his shoulder as if he was a fly. The monkey scurried away and dropped the hat, which Jack quickly picked up placed on his head. "Have I ever told you how much I despise that bloody beast?" Jack said as he cringed.
"If I had a shilling for each time, I'd be wealthier than Midas," Gibbs responded. "So where do you want to go now, Captain?"
"I'm adventured out, Mr. Gibbs," Jack responded. "I need time to settle down and have a few drinks." He brought out his compass. The compass Jack owned points to whatever the holder desires the most. The pin in the compass spun around a few times and eventually pointed southeast. Jack once again revealed his silver molers with a smile. "To Tortuga we go!"
Gibbs gave Jack a friendly smack on the shoulder. "I like yer plan, Captain. I'll take the helm."
Jack leaned against the edge of the ship and stared out on the open sea and watched the sun begin to disappear. "Bring me that horizon."
Prologue
Present Day
The pirate sat in his cell that seemed far too small for someone of his tremendous stature. He was well over six feet tall and had bulky muscles to go with his large gut. He was wearing a pirate hat and had an extraordinarily long beard that went down to his navel. His entire body was still unbelievably sore and he could barely move. It was only the previous week when his submarine exploded and a large pillar landed on him. The mechanized super-suit that he invented was destroyed during the incident, which was what gave him the physical strength he used to have. He never felt so weak. He stared through the tiny window in his dark prison cell but couldn't see much because it was soaked with rain. The sound of raindrops was all the noise that was heard until another prisoner entered the cell next to him.
Wonderful, the pirate thought. Company ain't what I need at the moment.
The man waited for the guards to leave and turned to look at the pirate through the bars. "Captain Phantom? The great and famous pirate of the Kanto seas!" he exclaimed loudly, prompting Phantom to sigh loudly. "Never thought I'd see the day when the Phantom of the Sea gets imprisoned!" he asked. He had a slight accent that was mixture between British and Spanish. He was a man of thirty years and was much smaller than Phantom but wore a similar hat and coat. Tattoos completely covered his arms and his teeth were yellow. It was clear from his appearence that he was also a pirate.
"I'll find me way out," Phantom said annoyed.
"Aye, comin' from the same man whose plan to rule the Kanto seas with the Sea Crown was foiled by a group of little kids," the man said as he laughed. The look on Phantom's face indicated that he was confused as to how the man knew this. "News about you travels quickly around here," the man said, answering Phantom's question before he could ask it.
"Least my name is known. Yours ain't. What about you, then?" Phantom asked. "What brings you here?"
"Name's Rico and many happen to be familiar with it. Was robbin' a candy store until a group of seven-year-olds had me arrested!" he said. He began howling with laughter yet again as Phantom gritted his teeth in anger. "Honestly though," Rico continued, "I was arrested for pillagin' and stealin' from other vessels around the Kanto region. Me first mate turned me in and took off with me ship. Sort of like what Hector Barbossa did to the infamous Jack Sparrow way back when."
"Can't say I'm familiar with those two names," Phantom said.
"Not much of a historian, eh? Me neither. I have heard many a tale of those two from me father, though. Me personal favorite is the one where they went after Kyogre. Along with one of your forefathers, I might add."
Phantom's eyes got wider and he turned closer towards Rico. "What tale?" he asked with great interest. "Me forefather did hunt Kyogre, I knew that. I've never heard the actual tale, however."
"Aye, you would want to know. Goin' after Kyogre would have been your first task had you gotten the Sea Crown, eh? Strongest Pokemon in the sea. Imagine what kind of power and booty one could get with Kyogre. Imagine the amount of ships one could conquer! Over 400 years old and still no one could catch it. Since yer so curious, I'll tell you the tale of Captain Sparrow and Captain Phantom, whom you are a descendant of. Let me tell you, this Captain Phantom didn't need no mechanical suit to have super strength. It all began in the year 1773..."
Chapter 1
A ship with a crew of ten sailed across the Pacific Ocean near the eastern side of Japan where the Kanto region was. The ship was led by Captain Takeru. Takeru was not attempting to pirate gold or food and drink, but he was attempting to pirate a creature of the deep. He and his crew were scanning the water the entire two weeks the ship was at sea. Takeru was proud of his ship, which he called the Red Jewel. The Jewel wasn't the largest vessel in the sea, but it was resiliant and reliable.
Takeru stared into the night where millions of stars covered and brightened the sky. He called his first mate Daisuke to him at the helm. The two spoke in Japanese. "The research I've done leads me to believe that traveling five more miles north will bring us to the approximate coordinates where we will encounter Kyogre," Takeru said.
"Captain," Daisuke responded. "Kyogre is a powerful creature that can see far better in the dark than we can. Shouldn't we wait until morning when the crew is refreshed and we can all see better? The Jewel is already at a disadvantage because of her size."
"No," Takeru said. "Ever since I was a young child and I first learned about this creature, I have wanted it. I will not postpone this any longer. We have the stars on our side tonight. They give us light. I am small in stature but have never backed down from an opponent. Same with the Jewel. She is small but I am unafraid to send her against Kyogre. Full speed ahead! Give everyone their orders, Daisuke!"
Daisuke approached each crew members and spouted orders. "Load the cannons and pistols! Prepare to go full speed ahead! No time for resting, men! The battle we have awaited soon approches!" The crew quickly loaded their weapons and ran to their stations, covering each corner of the Jewel.
It was no longer than ten minutes when Takeru spotted a large silhouette leap out of the water and create a gigantic splash as it landed. Takeru pulled a ball out of his pocket that was red on the top and white on the bottom. It had a button in the middle of it. "You're mine," he grunted to himself as the ship came closer to the creature that leaped from the water. Once it was in firing distance, Takeru pointed his finger. "Fire!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The crew members of the Jewel fired the cannons at the water where the creature was believed to be. Smoke poured out of the cannons as they made a deafening sound.
The cannon balls splashed into the water. The crew waited as the noise from the cannons and the water subsided. A chill ran down Takeru's spine as he heard a loud roar from beneath the water. "Prepare to fire once more!" Takeru commanded, trying not to sound nervous.
The creature leaped out of the water straight at the Jewel. Its scaly skin was the color of sapphire and it had fins that resembled large wings. These fins were covered by red markings. It opened its mouth to reveal frighteningly jagged teeth as it rammed into the ship, knocking it backwards and sending two of the crew members into the water while nearly everyone else on the Jewel fell on their backs. "Kyogre! That's it!" Takeru exclaimed, still on his feet. "Fire your cannons and pistols and don't hold back!"
Numerous shots from the cannons and pistols rang out and splashed into the water. Kyogre disappeared back into the water and swam rapidly under the ship towards the two crew members who fell into the water. They both screamed as they were pulled into the water, which quickly began turning red. Kyogre's head emerged and fired a beam of light from its mouth at the ship, causing it to explode into pieces, but not before one of the cannon shots connected with it. Kyogre screamed in pain.
Takeru felt himself go airborne and land into the water. He swam to a large piece of floating wood and hung on to it. He ducked his head as debris fell from the sky and into the water. Once the debris stopped falling he was able to get himself onto one knee on the piece of wood that was keeping him afloat. He looked around and didn't spot any of his crew, but that didn't concern him at the moment. Kyogre was not more than ten yards from Takeru, glaring at him with its yellow eyes. Takeru noticed a sizable wound above Kyogre's left fin where it was hit. He realized he still had the ball in hand. "I'll catch you if it's the last thing I do!" he proclaimed. "Pokeball, go!" he shouted as he hurled the ball at Kyogre's head.
A red beam of light came out of the ball as soon as it made contact with Kyogre. The red light engulfed Kyogre as it disappeared into the ball. Takeru watched with satisfaction as the ball landed into the water and began floating. He started to drift towards the ball when it suddenly exploded open and Kyogre emerged right in front of his face. Takeru felt himself breathing heavy and he felt the beating of his heart against the inside of his chest. There was a huge lump in his throat. Kyogre opened its gaping mouth all the way released a resounding roar as it lunged itself towards Takeru. The last thing Takeru saw was the top layer of Kyogre's teeth descending upon him.
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An older, plump man with a thick, gray beard sat in a dingy with a sword in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. At least six more unopened bottles lay on the ground of the small, wooden boat. He sat quietly as he took a sip every minute or so. The first mate had been waiting for his captain for over three hours now. Drinking rum and stabbing at fish in the sea with his sword were the best ways to pass the time. He was able to catch two fish, but had no intention of eating them anymore since they were beginning to rot and he already had the day's supply of food in a large sack. The man looked up at the sky and saw the clouds slowly begin to move away from and reveal the sun. "Tis gettin' heated now," he said to himself as he poked at one of the fish carcasses and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Captain best be arrivin' soon."
The man's name was Joshamee Gibbs and he was waiting far out in the sea from a town on the eastern end of Cuba. His sole job at the moment was to watch the portions of bread, fruit, and rum that was left in the dingy. His captain at the moment was on land attempting to recover their ship. Gibbs was growing weary and his neck and face began to burn and turn red. He decided to remove his shirt and dip himself into the sea to help him cool down a bit. "Shame there be no women present to admire me chest hair," he told himself. Gibbs was following the orders of his captain to drift off a bit and be far from the land so no one would eye him suspiciously or steal their portions of food and rum. Gibbs could handle losing the food but losing the rum was simply out of the question.
"If I can't recover me ship, I shall return to you in another dingy. That way we each have more room. Drift away towards the east so no one spots you," he recalled his captain's orders.
Gibbs was far enough away from land that he wouldn't be noticed but close enough that it was still visible. The sun was burning hotter than ever now and it reflected off the clear water. It hurt Gibbs's eyes if he looked directly at the water because of the reflection. He felt a couple of fish brush past his bare foot as he held onto the dingy to keep his head above the water. Although the sun was hot, the water was refreshingly cool and felt great on Gibbs's skin.
Gibbs stayed in this position for at least fifteen minutes until he heard splashes of water not far from him. He looked over in the opposite direction of land when he saw a rowboat that was smaller than the dingy approaching him. There were two men who looked to be just past their teen years in the boat and they looked very crowded. They were completely filthy and covered with dirt and they had uninviting looks on their faces as they stared down Gibbs. Gibbs hopped back into the boat and put his shirt back on. "How goes it?" he asked.
"See you got somethin' to eat and drink in there," the taller man said. "Me friend and meself been rowing for an eternity and are crowded, starving, and parched." His voice sounded very dry. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it towards Gibbs. "Leap on out and give us the dingy with everything in it."
Gibbs held his hands up. "Lads, I can assure you there is land not far beyond me. Your journey is almost over. No need to be stealing my loot, now."
"I don't believe this scallywag!" the shorter man said.
"Neither do I," said his taller friend. "Hope you're a good swimmer you grog-snarfing, yellow-bellied, scurvy-infested..."
Suddenly, a shot rang out from behind Gibbs and connected with the taller man, sending the pistol into the water. The man screamed with terror and held his hand, which he then realized was unharmed. Gibbs turned around and saw a great sight for sore eyes. It was a humongous ship that had black sails with holes scattered throughout. It was the Black Pearl. On the ship stood a man wearing long, dark dreadlocks that stuck out of his pirate hat. A couple of his locks had beads and jewels in them. He was also wearing a mustache and a goatee. His pistol was raised and he blew the smoke away.
"No one likes a name-caller, mate," he said in a deep, slurred voice. The man with dreadlocks spoke in a British accent. He scrunched his nose and made a shooing motion with his free hand. "Leave me first mate be and run along." He made a grin that was devious and charming at the same time as a couple of his silver teeth shined. "You don't want to see the cannons on this ship. Savvy?"
The young men nodded."Aye aye, Sir!" they said in unison as they quickly began rowing away as quickly as possible.
"Jack Sparrow!" Gibbs said as he smiled. "Perfect timing as usual!"
"You know how I love making the perfect entrance, Mr. Gibbs," Jack said as he walked towards the helm with somewhat of a druken swagger and headed towards Gibbs's rowboat. Gibbs began climbing on a net that was hanging down the side of the ship to meet Jack. "I trust you have the sack?" Jack inquired.
"Aye, Captain," Gibbs responded.
"And the rum?"
Gibbs smiled. "Aye, Captain. Everything is safe."
Jack made a shooing motion with his hand again. "Well, dump that old bread and rotting fruit out of the sack and put the rum in it. Makes it easier to carry, savvy?"
Gibbs brought the rum up onto the Pearl and greeted his captain as they each banged their rum bottles together. "To the Pearl!" Gibbs exclaimed as he and Jack took a celebratory gulp. "So the magician you were looking for was able to get the Pearl out of that bottle that ol' Blackbeard put it in?" he asked.
"No, that crazy git did absolutely nothing for me," Jack explained, making some very animated hand gestures as he spoke. "He told me I was looney for believing I could get the Pearl out of there. I stormed out of his hut, went to the dock, and hurled the bottle onto the ground in anger."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, the bottle broke and the miniature Pearl was sent in to the ocean. To my great surprise and pleasure, the Pearl just..." Jack spread his hand far apart and threw them in the air. "It just grew back to size and rose out of the sea like it was the Flying Dutchman herself. Indestructable ship, the Pearl. Taken down by the Kracken, shrunken by Blackbeard, and yet here we are still on her. Never thought it would be that simple to get her out."
Gibbs took a long sip from his bottle. "I'd wager the same trick will work with the other bottled ships I swiped from Blackbeard's ship."
"Aye. I have them in a safe spot in the ship." Jack quickly finished his bottle of rum. He allowed a crew member to steer the ship as he and Gibbs walked the length of the Pearl, savoring what they missed for so long. "Today has gone from bloody awful to a great day. The Pearl's back, the crew's back, I'm rid of that wretched Blackbeard, and best of all, no sign of Jack the mon..."
Jack was interrupted by a deafening screech in his ear. A small monkey landed on his shoulder and pulled off his hat, revealing a red bandana. The monkey began pulling at Jack's hair with his free hand. Gibbs couldn't help but chuckle. "Either the little fellow is happy to see ya or he's begging for something to eat," he remarked.
Jack smacked the monkey off of his shoulder as if he was a fly. The monkey scurried away and dropped the hat, which Jack quickly picked up placed on his head. "Have I ever told you how much I despise that bloody beast?" Jack said as he cringed.
"If I had a shilling for each time, I'd be wealthier than Midas," Gibbs responded. "So where do you want to go now, Captain?"
"I'm adventured out, Mr. Gibbs," Jack responded. "I need time to settle down and have a few drinks." He brought out his compass. The compass Jack owned points to whatever the holder desires the most. The pin in the compass spun around a few times and eventually pointed southeast. Jack once again revealed his silver molers with a smile. "To Tortuga we go!"
Gibbs gave Jack a friendly smack on the shoulder. "I like yer plan, Captain. I'll take the helm."
Jack leaned against the edge of the ship and stared out on the open sea and watched the sun begin to disappear. "Bring me that horizon."
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Thanks for the compliments! I guess I was thinking of the former Red Sox pitcher instead of the form of currency. Whoops!