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Author of 4 Stories |
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I do not own Koehler, Twigg, Bo'Sun, Grapple, Jack the Monkey, or any other character written about (Oh, and I don't own Barbossa, nor do I own Ragetti. If I did I would be a very happy girl. Muwahahaha! :] Mmmyes, I do have a sick mind. Thanks for noticing).
Summary: The deceitful crew of The Black Pearl wind up in a different place then they had been knocked out in. They meet up with a wily teenager who
nearly beats most of them into submission before the week it out. Don't ask me how; I have author powers! Boredom strikes yet ensues in an amusing yet frightful tail. The time is set in the Golden Age of Piracy and Privateering (1700s), three years before the cursed pirates meet their end.
Narrator's Comments
Barbossa had never been one to believe in fairy tales, or the lesson they taught you. Nor had he ever acknowledged a ghost story or warning. That is, of course, until he had picked up a piece of the Aztec gold seven years ago and discovered it indeed, held a curse behind it.
The odd thing did happen to the odd sailor, yet he always seemed to turn a blind eye to it (two eyes, actually) and dismissed it as a coincidence or a simple accident. However, when one is suddenly thrown six feet into the air and slammed against a wall by nothing in particular, one is forced to wonder. Especially, if you held onto consciousness long enough to see the same strange fate befall your entire the monkey!
Bloody Hell. He damned fate and hell , well, anything he could muster up in his groggy mind, which was conjuring up some of the strangest colours he could ever have imagined (this should be acknowledged by the reader, as Barbossa did indeed wear a turquoise band-rag around his head and under his hat, the particular shade leaning more towards green then blue).
Now that I, the narrator, have infused your minds with such a little wave of knowledge, know this: The tale you are about to hear is one that is so horribly, amazingly, , I wont justify those adjectives. But, please, do prepare yourself for a most irregular tale.