Pirates of the Caribbean 6: Hoist the Colours

A Chilling Voyage

The evening was clear, but felt bleak. Escaping the liveliness of the fire red sunset, we now drifted towards a daunting bay, purple with the twilight, knowing the tranquil silence of our surroundings would leave our spirits anywhere but at peace. The soft coo of a mourning dove and the zip of cicadas, hiding in the distant brush, were the only noises which surrounded us. Jack's voice was low and quick, as if he was afraid to break the silence and didn't want to linger doing it long than was necessary.

"Weigh anchor," He flicked his head towards Mr. Gibbs with words silent and steady enough to somehow not disturb the dreadful silence.

"Aye, Captain," Gibbs responded, quiet and fearful, and when he waddled away stiffly Jack had no choice but to turn his head and acknowledge the rowboats which we would have to clamber into, his body limp and not willing to inch closer towards them. Cocking the side of his mouth and twirling his braided beard, he twisted his head towards me inquisitively.

"Who do you suggest we take and who do you suggest we leave?"

Before I could shrug, Elizabeth hiked up the bottom of her long skirt and plopped herself in a dingy. Crossing her arms roughly and looking over to Jack, she cocked her head.

"What are you looking at? Don't even try to negotiate with me. I'm the Pirate King of the Seven Seas. I do what I'd like."

"Very well, very well," Jack took a confident step towards the boat, and Will's eyes darted between him and Elizabeth.

"I think I'll accompany you," Will pushed past Jack and stomped in, seating himself next to his lovely wife.

"Well, alright," Jack stopped and touched his chin. "As you wish."

Tia Dalma scurried over as well.

"Ya know I hafta' go, Witty Jack. Es' my shack, no?"

He rolled his eyes. "How wonderful. And who else would like to come on this fun little excursion?"

Teague moved towards us and opened his mouth to speak, but no explanation was required.

"And you," Jack pointed his finger. "You, of course. At this point, you're so bloody whimsical you're a necessity! Of course you're going to come. Come, come!" Exasperated, he threw up his hands sarcastically and clasped them together.

"Please, I beg of you. Please continue following me with you and your weird voodoo mumbo-jumbo, wreaking havoc upon me in literally every way humanly possible." Wild eyes and a phony smile alluded to Jack's aggravation.

Clasping his upper arm, I gave him a harsh tug. "Jack, for the love of mother and child, please. Quit layin' into your father and get into the rowboat."

He glared at me, staring me down and pretending like he wasn't aware he would lose.

"Jack, do not be difficult with me. Not now."

After a moment of tense silence, he released a heavy groan, giving in.

"Alright, alright."

He scooted his boots reluctantly, stopping suddenly and whirling around to meet my eyes, suddenly playful. "But you owe me, savvy?"

He winked and I mocked him, feigning a blush.

"Oh, why thank you Jack for cooperating with obedience."

It was my turn to touch my chin thoughtfully.

"On second thought, maybe I would make a good mother. After all, you and I both know you'd follow me to the ends of the world, grumbling all the way."