The Nemesis of the Seas (PotC: The Curse of the Black Pearl)

Chapter 7

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Crimson struggled. Will was outsmarted by witty Captain Barbossa and Elizabeth, Jack, and Crimson were now facing the ultimate price. Walk the plank or be killed on the spot. In the distance lay a small island made of mostly sand and a reasonably sized group of palm trees in the very middle. From observing them, someone could tell that they weren't the fruit bearing ones. Crimson couldn't blame Will knowing that the signals for him to get more descriptive weren't too... descriptive. She however, couldn't help but to be worried for their well-being. She'd never been stranded on an island before let alone been defeated so she couldn't help but to feel nervous for Elizabeth who'd grown up all her life safely and orderly and unfortunately for her, she happened to be the first one up.

The crewmen of the Pearl laughed sickeningly sending chills down Crimsons spine while in the midst of the lustful, greedy, and downright disgusting men. "Eeh men!" She thought, watching the fear slowly bleed into Elizabeth's usually calm and fair face as she was thrusted to the edge of the plank and out of instinct, prompted herself to look over the side and into the bright blue waters that usually looked pretty and inviting but at this moment in time... did not.

Crimson's attempts to break loose from the grasps didn't work according to plan which is why at the moment she had ten men surrounding her with a firm grip on either her legs or arms and some with their hands on her neck. The ability to budge even an inch was nearly impossible so she began to accept her fate and calm down all the while swords were nearing closer and closer to Elizabeth's dress covered back. She did however have a hard time observing Elizabeth's situation due to the fact that standing tall and still in front of her was Barbossa with his snitch of a monkey seated comfortably on his shoulder.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard!"

Crimson calmly looked in the direction of Will, still kicking and thrashing against the abnormally unyielding grip that his captors had on him. Standing in between Will and Crimson was Jack, wearing the same serene and accepting face that she had, but behind his eyes, as well, was the same nervousness for what was to come.

"You swore she'd go free!" finished Will.

Crimson rolled her eyes. "I understand you have-" Her mouth was slapped shut by one of the many hands grasping her in the hopes of shutting her up. This didn't last long because the man had his hand right in perfect position for her to clamp her mouth as hard as she could around his finger and push her teeth down with all her might, and that is just what she did. The man screamed in agony as Crimson watched his mangled finger quickly flinch far from her face giving sight to her satisfied grin. "May I finish?"

Barbossa sighed. "Go on, you are on the inevitable road to death either way."

"Will, I understand you did not know the ways of a pirate deal but I am under the impression that now is a time to learn. Barbossa here, disturbing as he is, is smart and to expect that you will get the full deal with no catches is quite obviously impossible."

Will thrashed even more. The truth is not always what someone would want to hear and in this case it was crystal clear he acted accordingly, looking at Crimson with anger as well as sadness in his expression while a rag was thrown in both his and Crimsons mouth to prevent them from talking any further.

"Ah I appreciate the compliment Ms. Red and that is a great way of putting it. I agreed she'd go free but it was you who failed to specify when or where." Barbossa slightly laughed at Will's face followed by his faithful crew. "Though it does seem ashamed to lose something so fine. Don't it lads?"  All attention was now on Elizabeth once again looking to Will in the hopes of help that could not be received. "So I'll be having that dress back before you go."