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The Black Seas Ch. 03

By: JoeBarnosky



Aruba, 1696

Father! Jonathan stirred. "Father is that ye?"

His eyes opened a little and his world was a little blurry. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to see his son standing at the end of the alley. He tried to collect his thoughts as the boy ran up to him.

"It is ye father!" the boy exclaimed. "Are ye alright?"

He looked over his father, his eyes settling over Jonathan's stomach area. Fright crossed the boys face and his father reached up grabbing the boy's shoulder. "It's alright Jack."

"But yer dying father," he said not believing the words he himself just spoke.

"Everyone at some point must do so son. I myself was happy to have my first time. That was until I met yer mother."

The fright on young Jack's face was now replaced with confusion. "What do ye mean?"

"There are things in this world that many people don't fully understand," he began. "My time is short so I'll explain it the best I can."

"Father yer not going to die," Jack protested trying to contradict his earlier words.

"Just listen son," his father said as he lifted his hand to put a stop to Jack's protest. "Blackbeard is not man but one of the vilest demons this world has seen."

"Demon?" Jack said in almost a whisper.

"Yes. They are around us all and their goal is to enslave mankind. The blood of demons run through me veins and yers."

Jack stepped back in revulsion. How could is father say something like this, he thought. "I don't believe it."

"Whether you do or not, it's true and one day ye will have to face it," his father said sternly. "My mother was a demon which past into me. I died once but Blackbeard brought me back and now he seeks me."

"Why?"

"Because I betrayed him," he answered solemnly. "Listen Jack, you must go and protect yer mother and sister. Do not let Blackbeard find them or they will pay fer me treachery."

"I will not leave ye father."

"Ye must and ye will." He looked at his son with a look that said Jack was going to listen without argument. Jack knew that look and wanted to protest but he knew his father wasn't going to have it. Instead he turned around, heading back the way he came.

"Son," Jonathan called after his son. Jack turned around to regard his father. "I love ye. Yer sister and mother too. Never forget that."

"I won't."

Then Jack was gone. Jonathan set his head back and closed his eyes. The memory of seeing his wife for the first time flooded in before death's grasp took him from the world.



The Black Seas Ch. 04



Antigua, 1702

Six years had passed and in that time Jack took care of himself and sister as best he could. Once they had saved enough money they bought passage out of Aruba. They money only got them as far as Antigua, but it was enough to flee from the horrors of that night.

Jack worked many merchant ships as a hand and eventually a boatswain, in charge of crew and workings of the ship. He showed great promise and was even told soon he could move into a first mate's position or even captain one day.

Spending many months at a time at sea left Anne alone. And in that time without Jack's guidance she slowly began to lose bits and pieces of her own humanity. Her memory of that night had eventually returned in full causing Jack to tell her of what their father spoke about.

"I remember Jack. I remember everything," she said as tears slowly fell down her cheeks.

Jack looked at her with sympathy, thinking back to that night. He reached up and brushed away her tears. "Go on."

"The pirate with the black beard demanded our father to show himself and receive what he had coming to him. Of course father wasn't there and it was only me and mama," she said. Then she looked at Jack with an almost fearful look. "Oh Jack, why did you leave?"

Jack immediately felt guilt. He struggled with that thought ever since that night. He often wondered if he had been there could he have changed anything. Would his mother still be alive?

Finally after some time of silence he said, "I had to help father. But I should have stayed there in case something happened to protect ye."

Anne just looked at him blankly. Jack stared back and said, "Please forgive me Anne."

Anne continued to look deep into his eyes. "It wasn't yer fault. Ye tried yer best and that's all someone can do."

Jack shook his head. Conflicting thoughts of wanting to accept her forgiveness and still feeling guilty collided. Anne saw he was struggling and reached up to cup her hand on the side of his face. He looked up at her just as she leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss was deep and passionate. Jack wanted to pull away so bad. This was his sister after all, but something else took over. She had turned into a beautiful woman rivaling most that he had seen in town or port. His hand moved to cover one of her ample breasts, squeezing and causing her to moan softly.

He had to force himself to pull away. They looked at each other breathing hard and held stares for a long time. He wanted her so bad and had a feeling she felt the same way, but how could they do so?

It was Anne that broke the silence unsure of her brother's thoughts. "After there was no answer from father an order was given to set the house of fire. If father wouldn't come out on his own then they would give him no other choice.

"The flames spread quickly, but me and mama were too scared to leave. We huddled close to each other as far back from the flames as we could. Eventually, they caught up to us. I remember the pain as the fire spread along me body, melting me skin away.

"Before I knew it the pain was gone. The world was gone and I was covered in blackness. I couldn't feel or see anything. I was just hovering in nothing but I didn't have a body. Then the next thing I remember was waking up where I guess I had died and then ye being there to help me."

Jack took it all in, not daring to interrupt and his mind kept going back to what his father had said. About how his father has died but was brought back to life as something else. Had his sister fell into a similar fate?

"I know what happened to ye Anne. Ye may believe it and I'm still not sure I believe it either."

"What is it Jack?" She asked when he just suddenly stopped speaking.

"Father told me before he died; he had once died before but was brought back to life because of what he was. Because of what Grandmother was."

"Why Jack? Please tell me," Anne pleaded.

Jack was still hesitant. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her everything. He didn't want her to be frightened or go mad with the truth. He only wanted to protect and keep her safe.

Anne had his hand in hers, looking at him with her deep green eyes like the color of the sea, and pleading for him to tell her. Finally he gave in not knowing the outcome, but whatever the outcome he'd be there to help her through it.

"Father said we had the blood of demons running through us. He was brought back to life and he'd owed Blackbeard, the one that burned our house. He later betrayed man who was really not a man but a demon too. Because of his betrayal Blackbeard came seeking his own brand of justice."

"What happened to father?" She asked after taking a moment to digest what she had just been told.

"He died before he could intercept the pirates and give himself over to them," Jack explained.

"But why? Why would he leave us like that?" She asked beginning to cry.

"He was trying to protect us all and me guess is that was the best way he knew how."

"Hold me," Anne said almost in a whimper.

Jack pulled her in close, wrapping his large arms around her. "Everything will be alright Anne. I won't let any harm come to ye."

"I know," she said looking up into his eyes.

Once again they were locked into each other's eyes. The overwhelming feeling began to flood through him. This time though he didn't fight against the tug of its current but rather gave into it. He reached in touching her lips briefly then dove into another deep passionate kiss.

When they pulled away Anne said, "Take me Jack. Make love to me like you would no other."

He pulled off her blouse then cupping her breasts he kiss her deeply again. Over the next few minutes they took turns taking off each other's clothes until both stood naked and close. Jack helped her to the floor laying her down. He hovered over her looking deep into her eyes.

He was near the point of no return but he loved her. He loved her more than her being his sister and her love was returned in the same matter. They were left only with each other and to them that was all that matter.

Jack wrapped an arm around her body and pulled her close into him. She could feel the heat of his arousal. He dropped his head to the back of her neck and began nibbling it gently, his hand ran down her side, over her hip and toned thigh and then back up over her tummy and came to rest on her full breasts.

He was now kissing the side of her neck as he let his hand roam over both breasts tenderly cupping and squeezing them, gliding his palm over her erect nipples, and then tweaking them gently. She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her pussy flood with warmth and moistness at his touch.

Jack gently rolled her over onto her back and ran his hand from the soft curve of her cheek, down between her breasts, over the flat plains of her stomach, and down to her pelvis. He cupped Anne's mound in his hand so that she could feel the searing heat of his touch. Her hips bucked up to meet this new pleasure and he smiled down at her. "Let me show you how much I love you," he whispered into her ear moving his body on top of her.

He slowly began to move down her body trailing his mouth along her inflamed form. He took one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing them. He moved down her tummy. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. All he wanted to do was to bring her pleasure.

Without another thought he dropped his face to her wet loins. He breathed in her womanly aroma and let his tongue trace a path from her hard clit down between her engorged lips to her hot and wet hole. He licked and sucked at her flesh savoring the taste, feel, and smell of her. His tongue swirled around her clit gently, causing her to buck her hips against his face. He then let it work its way back down to her opening.

He thrust his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go and began caressing the innermost regions of his love. Her hands tangled in his hair, clutching his head to her almost in desperation. The pleasure was consuming her pussy and she knew that an orgasm was pending.

With just a few more skillful strokes of his tongue she exploded into a climax that rocked through her entire body. He dutifully licked and sucked every drop of her juice from her, hungrily.

She pulled him back up to her face and met his kisses with her own. She licked at his lips slick and sweet with her own juice. She could feel his erection pressing against her and spread her legs slightly to urge him into her.

Their eyes met as with one powerful stroke he filled her body with his own. He stroked in deep, slow strokes at first relishing her tight hotness. With every stroke she could feel pleasure winding up tighter in her stomach. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back as he began to speed up. Soon her hips were moving to meet each of his thrusts.

He clutched her body to him with a hand protectively on her head as he pounded in and out of her faster and harder. Their breathing had become quick and shallow. With one last thrust she felt his hot cum spill deep inside of her, his cock pulsated several times. A second later her second climax gripped her. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over.

Anne was instantly filled with an immense pleasure she had never felt before. They made love through the night and as morning finally broke, they rested and sleep through most of the morning.

By the time they woke it was mid afternoon and rather than get up for food, Anne rolled on top of Jack and they continued their love making process through the afternoon and the remainder of the night.





The Black Seas Ch. 05



On Route from Antigua to Port Royal, 1702

The Brigantine class ship, the Forgotten Wish, was a more heavily armed vessel than it was intended to look. The vessel was captained by a man named Armand Hammond and was one of the Governor of Jamaica's top captains outside the Royal Navy.

With the seas full of pirates, having heavily armed merchant vessels were Governor Woodes Rogers only option to keep the delivery of his supply ships safe. Normally such ship captain wouldn't allow someone not authorized to be on the ship onboard, but Rusalka had used a simple charm to convince Captain Hammond otherwise.

She had been aboard the Forgotten Wish for almost week now. Her intentions to land in Port Royal differed from the captains. It was on the morning of the eighth day that she decided to make a change in who was running the ship.

Hammond's arms wrap around Rusalka as she pretended to still be asleep. He softly kisses her shoulder and she stirred. A smile played over her lips when she realized his cock was nestled in the crease of her ass. She figured she may as well have one last romp with the captain before the change was made. Rusalka turned her face and kissed him. Reaching down she took his hand from her stomach and placed it over her breast. She gasped as his fingers circled her nipple. Her hips moved back, pressing the ripe curve of your ass on his awakening cock. Hammond's lips started to move down onto her neck, kissing and licking along the soft skin, unleashing a small moan of pleasure from her.

He sucked in a deep lungful of Rusalka's fragrance when she suddenly reached behind and wrapped her fingers around his stiffening cock. Her hand moved along it slowly and softly stroking. Hammond could feel the smooth, hot skin of her ass as she rubbed his cock head on it. His breathing became ragged.

She turned to face him once more. He kissed her sweet mouth, hungry for her. His tongue probed and explored the hot depths of her mouth, dancing with hers as she returned the kiss. His fingers found their way to her hot, wet pussy and slipped easily along her engorged lips. She gasped when he slid one finger inside. Her hand spasmed around his cock; she held it tightly as she continued to slide along the throbbing length.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed him over onto his back and laid her body on his. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Then she raised her hips and moved over his cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself on him. Hammond's eyes half closed as he felt her take him deeper and deeper into her. His hands rose to cup the soft roundness of her breasts, gently running his thumbs around and across her erect nipples. She began circling her hips as they pressed hard against his groin. Her inner muscles flexed and massaged his throbbing cock as she pulled him deeper inside. Moaning from the sheer pleasure of her body on his, he pulled her down, pressing her breasts to his chest, his lips against hers.

Hammond's hips rise and fall as he pushed himself into then out of Rusalka in rhythm of her motion. He could feel her pussy gripping him as she moved up and down. Her ass pressed tight against his balls with each stroke; the touch and motion caused them to draw up and tighten. As she got closer to her orgasm she moved faster, pushing down and grinding hard against his pelvis. Her groans of desire got louder and louder the closer she came.

His hands trailed down her back to her ass to pull her into him tight as his hips began to buck, sending him up into her hard and deep. Rusalka's inner walls gripped his as she moved and ground on him, meeting him every thrust. She rose up as the spasms start deep within her core. Her gaze locked on him as she pressed her hands on his chest, the nails pressed in his skin. She threw back her head with a loud moan as her orgasm released a flood of wetness over his groin. He held her hips as she writhed and bucked on him in the throes of her climax. She collapsed across him, swiftly raining kisses on his face and neck as her quivering subsided.

Hammond enfolded her in his arms and held her tight. His cock remained inside on her, deep and hard. It slowly throbbed as the last of her spasms caressed it. He rolled her over onto her back and slowly began to thrust. Her hips rose to meet his downward pushes. He hands pressed against his back as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her feet pressed into his ass pushing and holding him deep.

As he moved his mouth down her shoulder, his thrusts became firmer, deeper and more urgent. He sank full length into her. His balls pressed against her ass with each plunge. An erect nipple slipped into his mouth and he began to suck it and flutter his tongue over it. Rusalka groaned aloud from the sensations that washed over her body. Her nails scraped along his back and the sensation was exquisite. The pulses of her inner walls matched the throbs of his swelling cock. His balls tightened and drew up. His orgasm began to burst forth. His muscles locked, holding him deep inside her as his cum shot up into her. Her legs held him tight as she caressed his chest, lightly scraping his nipples with her nails.

The effect is overwhelming and he collapsed onto her, trembling and moaning as his orgasm began to calm. Suddenly, she rolled him onto his back as he softened and slipped out of her pussy. She laughed and a wicked grin spread across her face as she produced a small dagger. It was time for a change in command.

She slammed the dagger down fast, thrusting hard and deep into Hammond's chest. His eyes shot open as he tried to scream out. Nothing came out though as the man couldn't find the air to scream. Rusalka released her grip of the dagger and looked at the man now helpless and bleeding out. He gave her a questioning look.

To indulge the dying man she said, "I want yer ship. If ye didn't demand to have me body I may have let ye live."

In another life she would feel sorry for the man, but he took advantage of her. He offered to help her only after she agreed to give her body to him. He had to pay. Pay for what he made her do even though she enjoyed every moment of it each time. But, in her new world the price came at the steep price of death.

Her body and soul belonged to another man. It had only been a few months since she felt Jack's closeness and she longed for it again. But Jack wouldn't understand.

She slipped her lithe naked form from the bed. Her movement was graceful. She quickly dressed, making sure to gather her pistols and swords. Then she strode from the quarters. Hammond died a minute later.

Rusalka's destination was the deck. Her goal was to kill any necessary but not all. At least not until she was close to a port where she could guide the ship in on her own and acquire a new crew.

She stepped out on the deck. The sun was just rising from the horizon and she took a moment to bask in the light. The warmth of the sun's rays and the smell of the sea gave her a higher sense of feeling. She now understood why Jack enjoyed the sea so much. Why her father was a sailor himself.

The first mate was the first to see her and started for her. The crew knew of her and would not say anything about her presence about her being aboard because of their loyalty to their captain. The loyalty factor was going to be the biggest challenge she would have to face.

"Good morning, milady," the first mate said with a curt bow. "Where might the captain be this fine morning?"

She smiled at the man and he instantly returned it. "He's under the weather today I'm afraid," she relied dismissively. "As ye are too."

His smile turned into a questionable look. "What do you mean?"

"This," she said pulling out a pistol. She pointed it at his head and before he had a chance to object she pulled the trigger. He fell back to the deck.

The crew stopped what they were doing and began reaching for their own weapons. Rusalka threw the empty pistol to the side and pulled out two more. She fired both into the first two crew members she saw holding their own pistols. Likewise she threw those two pistols to the side and drew her sword.

"Let any man that wishes to face me do so now!" She yelled. "Ye captain is dead and I aim to take over this ship. Ye can join him if ye like or ye can serve me and live."

Most of the crew looked to each other not really sure how serious she was or if she would be able to take them all on. A group of five men stepped forward ending the debate. The remainder of the crew lowered their weapons and formed a circle around the men and Rusalka.

She knew instantly that if these men lost the crew was hers and if they won—well she wasn't about to let that happen. "Very well," she said. "I'll send ye to yer deaths then."

The five men spread around her thinking an all around attack would end the battle quickly. The first came in at her back with a thrust. Rusalka spun around with the tip of her sword pointed toward the ground effectively blocking the attack.

Using the momentum of the turned she continued and blocked the next attack to her now exposed back and blocked the attack in the same manner. She let the men stay on the offensive blocking each of their attacks in turn. She was putting on a show for the crew to demonstrate her prowess and allow the men attacking to believe they had the upper hand.

After some time Rusalka turned from defense to offense. Playtime was now over. The next sword to come at her she locked blades with giving the rest a false sense of attack. She took a step in toward the man and produced a dagger and stabbed the man in the heart. Without missing a beat she turned and let lose the blade at the approaching man to her immediate right. He faced a fate similar to the first. The dagger went straight into his stomach. He dropped his sword and stumbled back falling into the arms of waiting crewmen and dead before his body was lowered to the deck.

The remaining three men stopped their approach and stepped back slightly. They realized they needed to attack together or be slain one at a time. Once again they split apart. One faced her and the other two at opposite sides.

"Ye stupid bilge rat," the one facing her said. "Ye think yer so smart? We'll see how smart ye are when we send ye to Davy Jones' Locker."

"Then what are ye waiting fer?"

The man looked to the other two and gave a wink then attacked. Rusalka waited until the last possible moment then stepped back as the two men at her sides thrust in. She dropped her sword and grabbed both men's wrists and pulled them together; their swords stabbing through each other.

The man that was facing her adjusted his attack seeing the two fools go down in such a simplistic attack. Now with his prey unarmed he felt certain she would fall quickly enough. He stepped past the two felled men and swung wildly at her head. Rusalka ducked easily enough and come up underneath to uppercut the man. She hit him with enough force to send him stumbling backward.

He was caught by the other crewmen and set back on his feet. Rusalka didn't make a move to finish her attack but rather just stood watching. The man rubbed his jaw and winced from pain.

Rusalka smiled and said, "What's wrong with yer mouth? Is it a bit broken and now ye can't throw useless mockery at me?"

The man grunted his anger and charged again. He swung at her midsection, which she easily scooted away from. He was quicker this time using his momentum to carry the sword in an arc up then back down attempting to slice Rusalka in half. This time she sidestepped causing the blade to miss harmlessly and stick into the deck. She threw out a right handed punch, sending the man falling to his knees on the deck.

She stepped over to the sword and pulled it free then threw it at the man feet. "Come on ye strumpet," she taunted.

The anger couldn't have been more intense as it boiled in the man's face. Apparently he didn't care to be called a female prostitute. He scooped up the sword and charged like a raging bull. Rusalka leapt over the man kicking him in the back and sent him flying faster head first into the mast. His head hit so hard it gave a loud audible crunch. The man's body fell headless to the ground leaving pieces of his skull and brains splattered to the mast.

Rusalka bent over to reclaim her sword and looked around at the crew. "Is there anyone else that wishes to challenge me?"

As an answer the crew dropped their weapons to the deck in surrender. They were smart enough to know when to attack and when not to.

"Do I have yer loyalty or do I need to kill ye before we reach our destination?" she asked aloud.

"Aye, ye have our loyalty Captain," one of the men said.

"Rusalka," she said. "Now set a course to Tortuga and swab to deck."

"Aye, aye!" Came shouts as she walked to the bow of the ship.

It didn't matter if she had the loyalty of the crew or not. They would be dead before they reached Tortuga if not before should they attempt a mutiny. What mattered was how she planned to redesigned the ship and what name she'd use for it. After all, it was the name and appearance of a pirate ship that struck fear into the hearts of man. It was the name of the pirate that filled the heart completely of it.



The Black Seas Ch. 06



Antigua, 1702

The months at sea seemed like ages for Jack Rackham. Every day was like a lifetime away from Anne and every day he couldn't wait to return to her arms. The day came when his ship returned to port. Upon seeing the town from the distance he rushed below deck to pack his few belongings and rushed back up to finish up his tasks. Helping the rest of the crew the ship was docked and unloaded in record time.

Jack ran to the mercantile to collect his pay and ran all the way to their home. So filled with excitement, he burst through the door and called out for Anne, but there wasn't an answer. He figured she must be down at the market and was about to head that way when a small piece of paper on the table caught his attention.

It was now he really took a look around the room beginning to fear the worst. Dust was thick, covering everything from the table and note to the chairs and fireplace mantle and everything in between. He was hesitant to walk over to the note and read it. He was afraid Blackbeard had come to look for them and found Anne alone and helpless. Jack's world began to crumble around him. Had he failed her again?

Jack slowly walked over to the table and picked up the note. Instantly he recognized the handwriting as Anne's.

Dearest Jack,

Fer years I have fought against the evil part of meself and have been successful but only in time where ye were here at me side. I tried to hold out this last time waiting fer yer return. It is only now that I have the peace to write ye this letter.

I only hope that one day we can be together again, but I am afraid this evil has taken the control it needs and the trouble is I like it. I will always be forever yers and one day I hope to be in yer arms once more.

Yer dearest,

Anne

Jack crumpled the note and cursed. He had to find her before she got into trouble he decided. He gathered all his money together and what few items the two shared and went back to the mercantile.





The Black Seas Ch. 07



Tortuga, 1702

Rusalka pulled the dagger across the throat of the final crewmen, spilling his blood over the deck just as the port of Tortuga was coming into view. She released her grip of the man dropping his body into the sea. She looked up to the sails. The winds were right and at the pace of the ship she should be able to pull in to port without trouble.





The Black Seas Ch. 08



Port Royal, 1705

After spending three years at sea in search of his sister, Jack now known as Calico Jack, proved unsuccessful. He had heard of her many tales and pillages. Apparently she had made a name for herself almost equal to that of Blackbeard himself. Many people believed the two had teamed together or that she worked under the feared pirate, but Jack knew otherwise.

Calico Jack had himself over the years acquired many allies and informants. Yet every time he found a lead on his sister he was still always a few steps behind her. He now found himself in the office of the governor of Jamaica, Woodes Rogers. Accompanying the governor was a man the claimed to be part of an organization called the Black List.

"You may be wondering why I have requested your presence here," Rogers stated to Jack. He sat behind his expansive desk with the man from the Black List off to the side looking through the window at the port, while Jack sat opposite the governor. 

"Yes governor, I have had some curiosity," Jack confirmed.

"I have heard rumors you search for your lost love and she in turn seeks out Blackbeard," Rogers informed him. "While both are noble tasks in their own right, only one is acceptable."

"I'm sorry governor, but I do not follow," Jack said playing dumb.

"Come now Jack, you have not become as successful as you are by being stupid," the governor said with a mock tone.

"Forgive me governor," Jack replied.

"You have an incredible talent for moving goods while pursuing your lost love," Rogers stated what Jack already knew. "You must realize even if you do find her, she will have to be brought to justice or both of you will be considered criminals."

"If ye are asking me to give over me love to you because of her acts of piracy then I cannot," Jack said raising his voice slightly.

"You don't really have a choice," the man at the window said not turning about. "The only choice you have is to help and by doing so we can guarantee that your lover will only set in prison and not executed."

"Setting is prison is the same as death," Jack stated angrily. "Just who the hell are ye anyhow and what is this Black List ye apparently are part of?"

"My name is Robert Maynard," the man said turning around to face Jack for the first time. He had a scar running from his forehead down to the bottom of his jaw on the right side of his face. Jack wondered how he got it but now wasn't the time for asking such things. "The Black List is an organization built on hunting down and destroying demons in our world."

"So that's why you want both Anne and Blackbeard," Jack suspected.

"Correct. Rusalka or Anne as you may prefer and Blackbeard are currently the biggest threats we now face in our time." Maynard clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing behind Jack. "The governor here has a similar task of eliminating the pirate threat and since this is my specialty, I have offered my help."

"So what does this have to do with me?" Jack asked, now seriously puzzled.

The governor was the one to give answer to the question. "We do not know if the two have joined together or not."

"What sense would that make?" Jack asked interrupting the governor. "Ye yerself had said she was seeking Blackbeard for revenge."

"I never said she sought him for revenge," Rogers informed.

Jack was caught off guard and realized they brought him here if not for his cooperation but for information—information they didn't have.

"You truly do not know about Anne or meself or Blackbeard for that matter."

"We know enough," Maynard said coming around putting his hands at the edge of the desk, looking straight at Jack. "Let me put it to you this way Calico Jack, either you participate or you will face the same fate as your precious Anne."

"Is that a threat?" Jack asked in defiance.

"Consider it a promise," Rogers said. "I will have you arrested then turned over to this man."

"Under what crime or right?"

"I know what you are Jack. I knew who your father was and I know the truth about your sister," Maynard said with a wicked grin.

It took everything Jack had to restrain himself from leaping from the chair and strangling the man. Instead he sat there staring at the man. He was at an impasse with only one good option out of the situation.

"What do I need to do?" He asked finally.

"You see Robert, I told you he could see reason," the governor said happily.

"Not that I doubted you Woodes, I just had to find the right motivation," he said looking back at the man. "Now to answer your question Jack."

Maynard stood and walked back over to the window. He didn't speak until he stood comfortably in front of it.

"You will sail alongside the Ocean's Innocence and aid me. Our goal will be to gather whatever information we can about our two targets that will lead us to them."

"And how are we to do this? Pretend to be pirates and raise a false flag?" Jack asked in an almost mocking tone.

"The thought had crossed my mind if only to make the task easier, but no we will not. We will sail into the mists of pirates and destroy them announcing fully who we are."

"I'm going to assume any damage dealt to me ship will be paid fer at yer expense."

"Of course," the governor said. "We aren't barbaric after all."

"So do we have an accord?" Maynard asked turning around with his hand extended.

"We do," Jack said shaking the other man's hand.



The Black Seas Ch. 09



Little Cayman, 1705

Blackbeard stood at the helm as he guided his ship toward the port of Little Cayman. He looked forward to another pillaging of the small island. It was a way out from many of the other Caribbean islands, but each time it proved to be worthwhile.

He was about to give the order to begin the bombardment of the port town when his first mate, Henry Morgan, interrupted him. Captain we have a ship off the port bow.

Hostile? Blackbeard asked.

Take a look yerself Captain. Morgan said handing the demon captain a spyglass.

Blackbeard extended the spyglass and looked off into the distance. Sink me! He exclaimed.  Is that who me thinks it is?

Aye Captain. Morgan said. Fer a minute I thought me own eyes were playing tricks on me.

If it's a war the wench wants, then it's one she'll get.  Blackbeard threatened. Raise the flag Henry and swing us about.

Aye. Morgan said.

Bring out the long nines and show no mercy!  Blackbeard ordered. The crew gave out a cheer and began to sing a pirate song.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.





The Black Seas Ch. 09



The experience went on into the night as the Hades' Whore sailed toward Jamaica.



The Black Seas Ch. 10



Parrot Cay, Turks and Caicos Islands, 1705

For the last two months Calico Jack and Robert Maynard traveled from port to port inquiring about any news about Blackbeard or Rusalka. It was Maynard's idea to go north toward the Bahamas, believing either pirate would be in the area to avoid crossing paths with the Royal Navy.

Calico Jack thought it was a fool's errand and expressed such many times over, but Maynard cared to not hear the matter and expressed many times himself that he was in charge and not him. Eventually Jack gave up on the man and indulged him.

They now were visiting their fourth port and like the last three, there wasn't any news or even a hint either pirate had visited recently.

"Still no signs or clues that we are on the correct path," Jack complained.

"Will you stop your complaining my inexperienced friend?" Maynard asked.

"Not until you prove me wrong and we find something or I prove you wrong."

Maynard gulped down the remainder of his mug and called for another before regarding Jack. "We are only at our fourth port. It is to be suspected we won't find anything right away."

"I'm not stupid Maynard. But as I told ye before, the Bahamas is not where we should be looking," Jack argued.

"You going to drink that?" Maynard asked pointing at Jack's drink.

"Ye ain't even listening to me," Jack ranted throwing his hands up into the air.

"Course I am Jack, I just don't care for what you have to say."

"I should kill you right now and be done with this," Jack threatened.

"Go ahead and try Jack and if you manage to succeed then you will have the entire Black List hunting you down."

"For a moment there I thought ye'd threaten me with the Royal Navy," Jack said with a chuckle.

"Believe me Jack when I say the Royal Navy is a far better threat than the Black List." Maynard looked into Jack's eyes with eyes that showed no emotion.

That was the last word Maynard was going to say on the matter. Rather than push the man any further, Jack merely sat back, grabbed his mug and drank. This wouldn't be the last of the conversation he planned to have with the man.

Both men sat in silence. Each man studied to crowd of the tavern but neither fully taking their attention off the other. The waitress returned a few minutes later with two more mugs for the men. Maynard gave the young girl a few shillings and sent her away. The two men continued to sit and enjoy their rum for the next half hour before being disturbed by a well dressed man that appeared to be a merchant.

"Are you the ones looking for information on the Hades' Whore?"

"And who may you be my good man?" Maynard in turn asked.

"I am Peter Finch of the Saint of the Sea," the man replied.

Jack stayed silent studying the man, trying to get a feel for him. He was about middle aged and if not rich, he did well in his trade.

"Well Mr. Finch—"

"Captain," Finch corrected.

"Captain Finch. We are indeed looking for information."

The man stood with his hands behind his back looking from Maynard then to Jack. Motioning to an empty seat at the table he asked, "May I?"

"Depends on the information you have," Maynard said giving the man a look that told him to make it brief.

The man didn't back down. Instead he replaced his hands behind his back and said, "And that all depends on the price."

"We are agents of the Royal Navy my good man. Do you really want to play games with us?" Maynard asked in a threatening tone.

"I play no games, but I am a profiteer and information doesn't come at a cheap price, no matter who a person is," Finch replied coolly.

Maynard sighed and looked over to Jack. Jack for a moment was surprised the man was actually consulting him about something. He hid his surprise and nodded in agreement. Maynard looked back at the man and pulled out a satchel of coins and threw it at the man.

Finch caught it and without looking at how much was in it, stuck it into the folds of his clothing. "Pray your information is accurate," Maynard said before giving the man a chance to begin.

Finch nodded his understanding and said, "It's accurate my good man. About two months ago off the coast of Little Cayman a battle took place. From what I gathered from the locals that witnessed it, the battle was between the Queen Anne's Revenge and the Hades' Whore."

The information grabbed both men's attention. They sat up and forward, expressing great interest in what the man had to say. "What was the outcome of the battle?" Jack was the first to ask, trying not to show too great an interest in either side.

"The battle lasted for some time but in the end the Hades' Whore managed to escape leaving Blackbeard dead in the water," Finch explained.

Jack silently praised his sister on her success. He dared not think she died or was captured in the battle.

"And what was the direction either ship was going afterward?" Maynard questioned.

"The Hades' Whore was heading southeast, while Blackbeard was forced to stay and make repairs. From what the townsfolk said, he was none the happy with outcome."

"I can imagine the bastard's anger at being bested," Maynard remarked. "And what of the direction he went when he left?"

"Southwest," Finch said.

"Anything else we need to know?" Maynard questioned further.

"That's all I got," Finch answered.

"Then thank you for your time," Maynard said dismissing the man.

Once the man was gone Jack addressed Maynard. "I told ye they wasn't in the Bahamas."

"Yes, yes, but if we didn't come here we would have never gotten the information we had. Besides, Finch stated your sister went southeast. She could have easily skirted around and shot through, between Cuba and Haiti."

"So yer wanting to stay here and see if she decides to show up?"

"I thought you wanted to see your sister again," Maynard said.

"How do ye know of me connection to her?" Jack asked forcing the anger from his voice.

"You mean other than you being lovers?" Maynard taunted.

Jack was furious. He slammed his fist onto the table. "Enough of yer damn games Robert. I want answers or I'm not going to help ye and be on me own damned way."

Maynard stared at the man blankly. He didn't move nor opened his mouth to say anything. Jack returned the stare for a few minutes then deciding it was no longer worth his time, he stood up to leave.

"Hold it," Maynard said holding up a hand. "The choice you make between you and your sister is yours alone. I simply played a hunch and you reacted to it confirming my suspicions."

"So how do you know so much about me family?"

"I am the leader of an organization whose job it is to know these things. With connections with governments and a pretty good intelligence network, there isn't too much that escapes us."

Jack smirked at Maynard's explanation. "With such an informed network with so many connections why is it so hard to track down and kill two pirates and why do you need me help?"

"Because if we were all knowing, there would be a lot fewer of us and everything would be just a bit easier."

"Very well," Jack said grabbing his mug and finishing it off. He set it back onto the table and said, "I'm going to call it a night."

"Don't you care to know where we are going to be heading in the morning?" Maynard asked. He was just a little bit curious why the man suddenly didn't have an interest.

"What does it matter? Ye have no interest in any suggestion I may have," he said casting a glare at the man.

"I take it into advisement, but otherwise I run the show here. Like now we aren't going to stay here, we'll be heading back south and if Rusalka is heading in this direction we'll intercept her."

"How do you know she hasn't past by us already?" Jack asked smartly.

"Well we really don't know that do we," Maynard answered matching Jack's tone. "Be prepared, we set sail at dawn."

Jack left Maynard without another word and headed back to his ship. Maynard snickered, "Foolish boy. You are just one small pebble in a world full of rocks."





The Black Seas Ch. 11-12



Parrot Cay, 1705

Robert Maynard stood at the helm and gave the signal for both his crew and the crew of the Radiant Discord to cast off. Davis had to give Maynard the excuse of Jack's absence because of his drinking too much and was currently feeling under the weather. Maynard accepted it with a smirk saying, "Not much of a captain if he can't even hold his grog."

Davis didn't argue with the man. There was no sense in starting an argument that would result in Maynard demanding to see Jack because of his first mate's insubordination against him.

The one thing that did surprise Davis was that instead of heading south, Maynard had said there was a change of plans and they were to head north. Maynard had a rather large smile on his face that Davis could only attribute to an I told you so.

Davis didn't push that matter either, though he was beginning to dislike not being able to defend his captain and friend. Instead, he asked Maynard why the change in plans so that he could notify Jack when he came around. What he was told surprised him.

"It appears my informant from last night had more news for me this morning. Of course he insisted on lightening my purse a little more. But interestingly enough the Hades' Whore was seen in these very waters just mere hours ago."

"And we are going to give it chase?" Davis asked adding excitement to his question as to not throw invite question from the man.

"In a sense," he said. "According to the information, Rusalka is heading to San Salvador to make repairs and upgrades, where she apparently has done in the past.

"Rather than follow her, hoping to catch up and thus giving her knowledge of our pursuit, we are going to head the opposite direction around Acklins Island and effectively cut her off, where we will sink her ship and her with it if need be."

"Jack ye couldn't have left at a worse time," Davis said to himself when he was alone.





The Black Seas Ch. 13



Guanaja, 1705

On his way to Guanaja, Jack stopped at every port along the way announcing to everyone that would take the time to listen about his greater fortune. Along the way he received news of Blackbeard's interest and his looking for Jack.

Jack insured he visited every port leaving breadcrumbs for Blackbeard to follow. When Jack finally reached the small tropical island, he found Blackbeard wasn't far behind. As he landed his skiff onto the shore he looked back to the horizon to see Blackbeard's ship cresting it.

"Come on ye old sea dog," he muttered to himself. "Come get what's coming to ye." He grabbed a small pack containing digging tools and a weathered looking map of the small island and headed from the jungle.

The jungle air was fierce but manageable. The directions on the map were fairly easy to follow and he made pretty good timing before signs of Blackbeard's landing on the island could be noticed.

Jack noticed a plume of black smoke rose into the sky and the roars of cheers from what he assumed were Blackbeard's crew. The black smoke he attributed to his skiff being burned. If they didn't plan to kill him, they were going to leave him marooned. Neither of the two options did he care for.

He picked up his pace hoping to reach the destination of the treasure and gain some upper hand before the demon pirate and his band caught up with him.

In no time he stood before a massive waterfall. His map indicated a secret cave hidden behind the fallen water. In the cave a small box was supposed to be buried containing the sought out treasure.

It was here he decided to wait and pretend to ponder what the map was showing. He didn't have a long wait long.

Drop the map me hearty and surrender yerself. A loud stern voice called out.

Jack spun putting on the best surprised look he could muster onto his face and drew his sword. Blackbeard stood atop a large rock, surrounded by twenty of his crew. At best Jack knew he could take out five or six, not including the demon captain himself, before the crew would overtake him. But fighting his way out of the situation wasn't the plan.

Blackbeard had a smile on his face and he stood calmly looking down at him. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves and moved around with anticipation of a fight.

Jack not wanting to push his luck dropped his sword and shrugged. He threw the captain a look of apology and Blackbeard raised a hand calming his men.

As I said Master Jack. Blackbeard said with a snarl. Drop the map. 

"So ye plan to waltz up onto me island and steal me map is it?" Jack questioned defiantly.

Hand it over and we only marooned ye on yer island. Blackbeard retorted.

"How do ye know I haven't already found the treasure and hid it away knowing that ye would be here to take it from me?"

Blackbeard's face contorted in anger. Jack didn't know if it was because he continued to disobey the pirate and question the demon captain or because he may have truly hidden the treasure.

Blackbeard was quick to compose himself. We have ways of making one talk and give up knowledge of such things. He said with a wicked smile.

Jack realizing his game was going to end sooner than he wanted simply shrugged and dropped the map. He slowly backed up and Blackbeard signaled one of his goons to recover it.

Ye have a made a good choice Calico Jack. The captain said with an evil, toothy grin.

"I thought I had," Jack remarked with a smile. "But I wonder what ye will do with the key."

And ye will never know. The demon said grinning. Now I suggest ye make yerself scarce before I change me mind and opt to kill ye meself. 

Blackbeard grabbed the map and looked it over then told a couple of his men to go and dig up the box. Blackbeard lowered the map just enough to peer over it to see Jack standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at him with a large smile.

That's it. Blackbeard said then pointed. Gut that scurvy landlubber where he stands. 

"Ye need to know where ye can find the chest containing the Shedu Medallion," Jack said sounding informing.

Hold yerselves steady! Blackbeard said raising a hand to stop his men. His eyes closed to slits as he laid them upon Jack. What do ye know of it? 

"Only its location," he replied smartly.

I suppose ye hope to use that information for some purpose. Blackbeard said knowingly while stroking his long, black beard, that of which he was famous for. What's keeping me from killing ye once I got the information I need? 

"I'm smarter than that," Jack said assuredly. "I'll give ye what information ye need when I deem it necessary."

"Captain!" one of Blackbeard's sent crew yelled interrupting.

Blackbeard glared at the crew member; his look telling the man to speak.

"We have found the treasure, Captain."

Blackbeard looked back to Jack and said. First let's see how real this treasure of yers be. 

The crew sent in after the treasure came out with a small wood box. It didn't have any design on it, but was just plain with spots of dirt all over it. They ran over to their captain and huddled around and handed him the box.

Blackbeard didn't waste any time with opening the box. In fact he just threw the box to the ground where it split into several pieces. The men of the crew laughed at the spectacle. The infamous black bearded pirate captain reached down and picked up a chain with a key attached to it. With an evil grin he held it up for all the crew to see it.

This me hearties is the key to the ultimate treasure. 

The men cheered as Blackbeard look back to regard Jack. He stood waiting patiently with his hands clasped behind his back holding a small dagger he had purchased from the old historian in Great Inagua. A dagger wouldn't ordinarily be much of a threat to an Ifrit or any other demon really, but this dagger in particular would. The weapon was forged from a strange and rare ore called Mythril and very toxic to demons.

Jack would use the dagger if need be and attempt an escape. Of course the thought of being marooned didn't appeal to him, but if it couldn't be avoided...

"Do we have an accord?" he asked the demon captain.

Blackbeard stared him down without a word for a few brief moments before saying, Aye. But the first chance ye take to double cross me will be yer last boy. 

"Then we set sail toward the Mistiko Cays," Calico Jack said as he slipped the dagger back into his belt.



The Black Seas Ch. 14



Ocean's Innocence, 1705

Mary Read sat in her lone cell. The rest of the Hades' Whore's crew was located somewhere else in the ship. She wasn't even really sure they were there and alive, but truly she didn't care. The crew was replaceable.

She had spent the first few days trying to break free of the cell, but eventually had given up. The bars were made of Mythril which were meant more for a demon than anything else, which is why she assumed she was alone.

No one had come down to visit her which did surprise her just a little. But she figured at some point her interrogation would come, whether there on the ship or someplace even more secure. So she waited and sat in silence. The hours and days ticked by and the only measure of time she had was the light that seeped through down to where she was. The constant sway of the ocean told her they were at sea but she had no other insight than that.

The creaking of steps drew Mary out of her concentration. She kept sitting but only turned her head in the direction of the sound. The tall, well dressed man entered the brig with an air of confidence around him. Mary instantly felt the sensation of the man having Second Sight; the ability to sense demons and see them even when they chose not to be seen.

Mary stayed in her human form deciding there wasn't any use in trying to intimidate the man. Instead as he walked across to stand in front of her she followed his movement putting a scowl on her face the entire time. The man stood before her and stared. Neither spoke as they allowed the silence to hang in the air.

"There is only one reason I have not killed you," the man said breaking the silence. When Mary didn't respond he continued. "You are merely a means to an end, but I can assure you after I have gotten from you what I want then you will find death comforting."

Mary remained silent trying to figure out what the man wanted. After a moment it dawned on her. "She will come for me, but her wrath upon ye greater than ye can imagine."

The man laughed as if told a joke. Mary looked at him not with puzzlement but more as if she was looking at a fool. "You humans always think you can walk around thinking nothing can stop you. You overestimate your capabilities and strength," she said with a sneer.

The man laughed once again, this time harder than before. "I will concede many humans as you put it can be like that, but it is my experience that demons are just the same if not worse. That is probably why humans have prevailed throughout history."

"I can tell ye have had much experience," she said motioning to the Mythril bars.

"Of course the Black List has its resources and knowledge in such things," the man replied.

"Explains a few things," Mary remarked looking around briefly. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Robert Maynard," he replied with a curt bow, "captain of this ship and leader of the Black List."

"Well Robert Maynard, I will have to remember yer name so that if ye survive an attack from the Hades' Whore I can hunt ye down."

"See what I mean about over confidence?" he said with a chuckle. "All things aside though you can help me and I will give you an easy death."

"And why would I care to do that when the only incentive I have is death?" she asked looking up at him.

"I guess you really don't, but you are immortal and the Black List has been around for a long time and will continue that way."

She flinched just ever so slightly, but it was enough for Maynard to catch it. Even though she insisted Rusalka would come for her, he saw there was just that hint of doubt that she would not.

"So do I have your cooperation?" he asked.

Mary glared at him, giving him a look of pure hatred. He stepped back away from the bars sighing. "I guess that is a no," he remarked. "We will succeed with or without your help."

"Then why don't ye just do it and get it over with?" she lashed out.

"And lose my bargaining chip?" he asked stroking his chin like he was pondering the answer. "I think not."

"I will enjoy seeing your rotting corpse hanging from the mast," she spewed.

"We shall see." He smiled and left the brig.

Mary sat back with her hands in her lap. She gave nothing but she planned to take it all.



The Black Seas Ch. 15







The Black Seas Ch. 16



Pearl Cays, 1705

Jack was marooned on the island for two before his ship and Maynard's appeared and picked him up. Maynard acted displeased about the whole plan Jack had concocted without his discussing it first. Jack knew better. Maynard was all too happy to have the chance to ambush and rid the seas of one of the most feared pirates.

Maynard planned to reach the Pearl Cays after Blackbeard and allow the pirate captain to go ahead to shore. Then it was just a matter of bombarding the ship and eliminating the demon pirate himself.

All too easy of a plan, Jack thought and one that was against what Jack had planned.

With the wind at their sides, both ships closed the distance allowing them to catch up with Blackbeard. As the Queen Anne's Revenge came into sight, Maynard signaled Jack to break starboard. Maynard's plan was to rake both sides of Blackbeard's ship rendering it useless. With the ship and majority of his crew immobilized it wouldn't take much to finish off the demon pirate.

Jack didn't have intentions to follow Maynard's plan. "Signal back our confirmation," he instructed. "Prepared for full sails!"

"We had better hope Blackbeard kills him Captain," Davis thought to say.

"We can hope, but if not I'm sure we will have time prepare for his retribution," he assured him and then asked, "Are ye having second thoughts?"

"Not I Captain. As yer first mate I'm just pointing out concerns."

"Thank ye Howell," he said with a nod. "Now get ready just in case Maynard decides to run in our general direction instead of fighting."

"Aye, aye."





The Black Seas Ch. 17



Pearl Cays, 1705

The Sea's Doubloon wafted through the water and wreckage that was once the Ocean's Innocence. Its crew cast themselves across the railing viewing what was left, looking for signs of life. Cargo and supplies were littered amongst pieces of the ship itself and lifeless bodies.

The captain, Dominic Waiverton, thought just how right Maynard was about Calico Jack's betrayal. Even he thought it possible but unlikely due to Calico Jack's reputation as an honorable man. But everyman had a breaking point.

Waiverton now only hoped he could find his friend in the disaster that was strewn out before them. How many people were going to be lost to the sea before the pirate threat was stopped? he thought. Governor Rogers was willing to do whatever necessary to end the threat and the quickest way of doing so lie in the one man he hoped to find.

"Release the boats Lieutenant," he ordered as he came out of his thoughts.

"Sir?" the lieutenant questioned.

"Is there a problem with my order?"

"No sir. It's just there isn't much left of the Innocence."

Waiverton glared at the young lieutenant. "Does that mean that we give up a search for survivors?"

The young man visibly shrunk back slightly then stammered, "No sir. But what if we're—"

"Attacked by pirates?" Waiverton finished.

"Yes sir."

Resignation fell over Waiverton. He had been sailing these waters for nearly fifteen years now and had participated in many naval battles including those involving pirates. Pirates were never a real bit threat but recently their numbers have grown and their disregard for life was beginning to spread fear into the hearts of young seaman all over the world.

The threat was growing bigger and bigger in the Caribbean but slowly spreading to other places. It was up to the few that had the courage to stand against them, but even fear could root its way in and tear that apart from the inside out.

"Pirates are the least of our concerns," he said bluntly. "In fact they are the ones that should be in fear of us. Do not fear lieutenant, for we have the entire Royal Navy behind us."

"Yes sir," the young man said more confidently. "Forgive my moment of weakness."

"There is no need to apologize," Waiverton said with a dismissing wave. "Fear is a strength that all men use to persevere. Now launch my boats."

"Aye, aye."





The Black Seas Ch. 18



Sargasso Sea, 1705

Blackbeard's course took him out of the Caribbean and deep into the Sargasso Sea. The sea itself was a mystery to man and many sailors avoided the region often times sailing days out of their way.

It is here where reports of ships lost at sea never to return. Those that are fortunate enough to survive come back with tales of sea monsters and death.

It was also here that he could summon forth Davy Jones from his watery prison. The power of the Demon Lord rested in the chest in Blackbeard's hands. A power no demon would resist, but one he would have to. At least for now.

Once the Queen Anne's Revenge reached the center of the sea he ordered the sails to be dropped. The crew did as ordered and when completed with their work they gathered around on the deck in anticipation.

Each demon aboard the ship followed Blackbeard loyally and would follow his course. But there was one that even though he was loyal, he dared question his captain and master's intentions: Henry Morgan.

Blackbeard never once put his trust into any of his crew including Morgan. Demons were an ambitious bunch and always eager for more power or a position of power.

Ye are skirting close to danger Captain. Morgan thought to inform him. Keeping that scurvy wench will only bring Rusalka down upon us again.

And do ye fear the wench? Blackbeard asked not leaving out a hint of his displeasure of being questioned.

I do not fear her Captain. But ye play with fate by merely attempting to control Davy Jones and not outright take his place.

What I decide to do is mine and mine alone. Do not forget yer place Morgan and do not dare think ye can wrest control from me. Blackbeard snarled.

I dare not make such a move Captain.  Morgan was quick to claim.

Yet ye dare tell me what ye think I do not know already! Blackbeard exclaimed. Ye be best to hold yer tongue or ye'll be seeing the brig real soon. 

Blackbeard turned from his first mate and held the medallion up high into the air. I summon ye keeper of the Locker! I bring ye forth to do me bidding! 

The wind with its steady cool breeze suddenly stopped. The skies began forming dark clouds. They spread throughout the sky covering it in mere seconds. A wind brushed against the sea making it form swells. The sea lapped against the Queen Anne's Revenge like a thirsty dog. The ship started to rock.

As quickly as the clouds came on, they disappeared. The seas calmed and were followed by eerie silence by the crew. From the bow water spurted into the air and a massive ship burst out, splashing down onto the water.

The ship was larger than Blackbeard's and though he never had seen the Flying Dutchman he was impressed with its size. Two massive masts set even across the main deck and a third on the quarter deck. The masts were filled with sails black as midnight. The midsection of the ship sat lower the bow and stern. The stern rose highest of any part.

Set along the bowsprit sat the skeleton of a Wyrm, ancient creatures that people called dragons. Wyrms were the most powerful of creatures to be summoned from Hades. To see one dead and its skeleton set upon The Flying Dutchman's bowsprit sent a shudder through the fearless Blackbeard.

Davy Jones stood at the helm set at the first of the two levels of the quarter deck. His fearsome form was easy to pick out from the rest of his crew. Upon his bald head sat two horns that traveled out from it horizontally before curving in at the last bit. The horns looked more like tendril bone. Two small solid horns jutted from his cheek bones.

From his back came four bone structures similar to the ones sprouting from his head. The two larger ones jutted from his shoulders, while the other two from the middle of his back. They sent out at a vertical angle then turned sharply down at a ninety degree angle.

From his forearms jutted several spikes running straight back. From the underside of his arms two tentacles whipped around rhythmically as he held the helm. His skin had a gray tone with tiger like stripping of a dark color. His chest was bare and his muscles rippled under his movement. He wore a simple pair of pants with a deadly sword strapped to the belt at his waist.

He turned his head toward Blackbeard and his ship and glared at him with eyes of deep red; deeper than blood. Davy Jones's crew was a mass of random creatures pulled from the depths of Hades; all true and dedicated servants of the Flying Dutchman's captain.

A voice entered Blackbeard's head; one only he could hear. Who are ye that dare disturb me?

I, Blackbeard dare! He roared and drawing looks from his crew. I hold the Shedu Medallion and I take control of ye and yer power! 

In an instant Davy Jones materialized on the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge. Those of Blackbeard's crew stumbled back as they attempted to put some distance between themselves and the Demon Lord.

Davy Jones stared incredulously at the medallion. A look of surprise fell on his face and he stepped away slightly. Anger replaced the look of surprise and he spat at Blackbeard.

Ye walked a fine line Blackbeard. The last one to attempt to reverse roles and be master over me now suffers an eternal fate in my locker. 

He held a threatening gaze on the demon captain. Blackbeard shrugged and slipped the medallion into his belt. Henry Morgan stood just off to the demon captain's right and took note of the medallion's placement.

Idle threats are of no use to me Davy Jones. Ye are not my master nor are ye master of any sea. Blackbeard informed the Demon Lord. I am yer master and ye will serve me until I determine when yer servitude has ended and then ye will be set free of yer predicament.

I take ye serving this fool as a sign ye have lost control of the Brethren. Davy Jones observed.

Morgan remained silent, glaring at the Demon Lord.

I tire of yer complaints already Davy Jones. Blackbeard snapped suddenly. Ye will serve me because ye have no other choice in the matter.

What will ye have for me? Davy Jones asked venomously.

There is a certain irritation that needs to be dealt with first. I want that scurvy wench Rusalka and her damned ship sitting at the bottom of the sea! I know of her. Davy Jones said smiling. A thorn in yer side and one not even the mighty Blackbeard can handle.

Very well. He said before quickly disappearing.

He is dangerous Captain.  Morgan said in a near whisper.

I know that ye damn fool. Blackbeard snapped.  But I am far more dangerous. 

Blackbeard left the threat hanging and turned toward his cabin. Morgan watched his captain leave as he formed a smile. It wouldn't be long before he made his move.





The Black Seas Ch. 19



Port Royal, 1706

After a couple months of rest Maynard made a full recovery from the injuries he had sustained by the hands of Blackbeard. During his recovery period Maynard kept was kept up to date on ship movements throughout the Caribbean in hopes to track any of the Black List targets.

He had lost his prized ship, the Ocean's Innocence, which was the Black List's most heavily armed and fastest ship. The loss wasn't a tremendous blow to the organization though. Stretched out over the centuries his predecessors worked to not only build a vast network throughout the world, but also a vast wealth and commodities.

The tremendous blow to the Black List came in the form of defeat. The possibility of failure always hung present in any matter of life. And throughout the organizations lifetime there were many failures. Maynard didn't count of this mission being a failure though. The Black List was already stretched too thin throughout many fronts and demons mixing in with piracy wasn't helping matters any.

He considered pulling agents from other seas out and bring them to the Caribbean. He feared doing so would only make matters worse than they already were. The demon threat was at an all time high and the Black List were losing agents faster than they could be found, recruited and trained.

To make matter worse his network reported a strange new ship in the Caribbean. It was reported as the biggest the seas have seen yet. His thoughts had immediately turned to Davy Jones. Over a hundred years ago the then leader of the Black List and the Valkyrie, Ancel fought together to contain the demon. The Shedu Medallion was then entrusted to the Black List for safe keeping.

Now all he hoped was that it sat at the bottom of the sea along with what was left of his ship. If not, then matters had just gotten far worse than anyone could imagine.

He strode through the governor's palace upon Governor Rogers' request. Before stopping at the palace, Maynard's first stop took him to the docks where his new ship sat waiting his inspection of it.

The Ocean's Revenge was nearly an exact replica of the Innocence except it was lighter and faster but with less firepower. She was remarkable. He had given his approval and ordered for supplies to be loaded. It was to be ready the moment of his return in case the Governor decided to change his mind about their newly formed alliance.

Governor Rogers' assistant was waiting outside at the entrance for Maynard. After a friendly and formal greeting he led Maynard into the palace. Maynard observed the various pieces of art and statues that lined the corridors and the adornment of decoration that filled the walls. He thought it looked nice and fancy. Not being much of an art lover he brushed its beauty aside. It amazed him how people, especially those with money, spent their money fruitlessly on such things.

Even his predecessors had collected things like art and decorated the current headquarters of the Black List. When a new leader took over or the location changed, the art was either reused or stored in one of the many underground vaults spread throughout the world that were own by the Black List. When he took over, he left the adorning art where it was considering his time more useful with more important matters than the placement of decorations.

Other than the artwork the halls were empty and devoid of life. Once they were outside the governor's doors to his office the assistant bid Maynard farewell and left the man alone. He straightened his clothes and proceeded to rap on the door.

After a moment an answer from the other side bade him to enter. Maynard pushed the doors open and entered. The room was in the same state as the last time he was in the office. Governor Rogers sat at his expansive wooden desk with his elbows on the desk and his fingers interlaced. He didn't make any effort to stand when Maynard entered and he took it as a bad omen.

"Please have a seat," Rogers said motioning to the chair set in front of his desk. He grabbed a cognac bottle from his desk and pour two glasses full, handing one to Maynard.

"I am glad you have recovered," he said warmly.

"An unexpected outcome but yes I am glad I recovered," Maynard stated plainly.

"Yes it has been unexpected on all fronts it seems," the governor agreed.

Maynard looked up in brief surprise but quickly covered his expression. "Difficulties have arisen for you as well?" he asked.

"Which is the whole reason the king has just given me full authority to do whatever is necessary to end this piracy. Because of that and our alliance I am sending two of my best sloops, the Ranger and Jane, to aid you in the capture of Blackbeard," he said pulling out a warrant then continued pulling out a warrant for each name he stated, "Henry Morgan; Jack Rackham, otherwise known as Calico Jack; Anne Bonny, known as Rusalka; and Mary Read."

"I guess you want them taken alive?"

"If you can bring them in alive do so and if not than that is just as good."

"Very well," Maynard said downing his drink. "Are the ships ready?"

"As soon as you are," the governor said twirling the glass in his hands.

"Excellent, then I shall leave right away."

Maynard got up and nodded to the governor and walked to the door. Before he reached it Rogers said, "The survival of the crew is of no importance Robert."

"Then I will show no quarter," Maynard said without turning around. Then he was threw the door without another word.



The Black Seas Ch. 20



Tortuga, 1706

Tortuga was bustling with the sounds of music, shouts and fights. The pirate port carried on with its everyday routines except for today it had a visit paid to it by the infamous Blackbeard and his crew.

The giant black bearded pirate walked through the streets followed by a contingent of his men following close behind. The patrons of the pirate port consisting of both pirate and associates of pirates quickly stepped aside to allow the new comers birth.

The streets were lined with taverns and brothels. On many of the balconies of both businesses were patrons either drinking and carrying on loudly or fighting and tossing each other over the sides of the railing.

Blackbeard and his crew ignored the humans and their petty troubles. Their focus was ahead to the end of the block where the street split to the left and right leading to other establishments. Their destination had the best entertainment and woman in all of Tortuga.

The demon pirate and his crew of damned felt the need to defile whatever human woman they would acquire throughout the night. Blackbeard had grown tired of Mary Read after using her over the past few weeks. She remained chained in his cabin, however. He would need something to play with on those trips between ports after all.

Blackbeard wasn't the only well known pirate to step foot into the port of Tortuga this night. Calico Jack Rackham followed in close pursuit of the demon captain in hopes of finding his sister easily.

Word had spread through the Caribbean about the sea battle between Blackbeard and Robert Maynard and its aftermath. Rumor had Mary Read placed aboard Blackbeard's ship as his prisoner and it was highly anticipated Jack's sister would be hastily in recovering her. Calico decided to use those turn of events to his advantage. By rescuing Mary Read, he hoped to draw Rusalka in and finally reunited with her.

So he waited to bring his ship into port under the cover of night. After docking some distance from the Queen Anne's Revenge, he sent a group of men into the port to mingle and keep watch for the demon pirate. Meanwhile, Jack led a small group of men over to Blackbeard's ship.

Jack along with five of his best men took a small boat across the moonlit inlet. He left Howell Davis, his first mate, to keep watch over the Radiant Discordand if Jack failed take the ship over as its captain.

Jack didn't plan to fail.

The inlet was calm and quiet with the exception of the port's rowdy patrons. They rowed slowly to prevent excess noise from rising and drawing unnecessary eyes down onto them. When the small craft was within five hundred yards of their destination Jack gave a hand signal to the men and they slowly slipped over the edge of the boat into the water.

They swam through the dark murky water to reach the ship. Using the anchor ropes then men hauled themselves up onto the deck. Jack and his men eased over the railing sticking close to the long shadows cast by the brightness of the moon.

The deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge was empty of life except for the lone sentry in the crow's nest. Jack signaled one of his men and he left following the shadows then scaled the mast up to the nest. He climbed smoothly as the cool breeze lifted from the water and over the deck. The sentry didn't know of the other man's presence until a hand wrapped around his head and a knife ran across his throat. By then it was too late.

The man released the sentry letting him drop into the nest and then took his place. Once Jack was satisfied everything was still good he gave the signal to the rest of the men. They split up toward various parts of the deck to take up posts while Jack went to Blackbeard's cabin.

Jack blasted through the door with his sword held at the ready. Mary Read jumped slightly at the unexpected entry but recovered quickly and regarded Jack with a disgruntled look.

"Who are ye?" she questioned him before he finished scanning the cabin.

"Calico Jack," he responded with equal tone. He was busy staring at her as she jingled her chains and looked back at him with a waiting look.

"Well? Ye going to help me or not?" she asked blankly.

Jack blinked a couple times clearing his mind. He was amazed at her beauty and hadn't seen beauty equal to her than his sister.

"Yeah sorry," he said at last.

He crossed the expanse of the cabin and with two quick strokes the chains fell loose of Mary's wrists. He helped her to her feet. She briefly searched the cabin for her clothing and found them. She dressed hastily ignoring Jack as she did so.

When she was done she said, "I actually expected Rusalka to come for me."

"I'm sure she intends to but I was in the area and thought it would be nice to do so meself," he replied smartly.

"Flattering," she said dryly. "Are we ready to leave?"

"After ye," he said with a bow.

Mary Read strode past Jack and pushed through what remained of the broken door, stopped and quickly slide to the right behind the cover of the stairs leading to the quarter deck. Jack who was traveling on her heels nearly fell over when she cut over so quickly. He caught himself and slide in behind her.

He followed her gaze out to the main deck where his crew was in the mist of battle with a demon. Three of his men lay dead. The other two fought were fighting for their lives.

Jack withdrew his sword and jumped out from the cover. Mary grabbed his arm as he passed stopping him. "What are ye planning?"

Jack looked back at her incredulously. "I'm going to help me crew."

"Leave them be. We can use them as a distraction and escape ourselves," Mary informed him.

"I'm not leaving them to a fate they have no control over," he protested and yanked his arm free.

As he started off again Mary grabbed his arm once more. "Those that stay behind get left behind Jack. Don't ye be a fool and get yerself killed."

A flash of anger came over Jack's face causing a brief moment of surprise for Mary who inadvertently released her grip on his arm.

"Ye may follow a different code than me Mary Read, but I carry about me a sort of honor. They risked their lives to save ye and I'll risk mine fer theirs."

He turned and rushed out onto the deck without another word. He ran straight at the demon as quickly and quietly as he could with his sword held high for a strike. Upon reaching the demon he brought his sword down aiming for its neck, but the demon turned at the last moment bringing his own sword around to parry Jack's.

Ah, Calico Jack ye yellow bellied sea dog. The demon spat. So ye are behind this foolish attack. 

"Aye," he answered as he swung a low strike at the demon's legs. The attack was blocked and countered. Jack ducked the swing and stepped back. "And who are that I have the pleasure of killing?"

The demon didn't answer right away. The two crew of Jack's rushed in attempting to strike the demon from behind. The demon spun around knocking both blades aside. With a kick he sent one of the men backward then brought his sword around in an arc at the other head. The man ducked and jabbed out at him.

The demon sidestepped the attack bringing his sword around to block a strike at him by Jack. The other man tried using Jack's distraction and made another assault at the demon again but to no avail. Each attack by either man was blocked or avoided.

By this time the third crewman recovered and joined the fray. The demon quickly realized each of the men he faced knew the sword and he had already heard stories of Jack's exceptional skill with a sword. He didn't fret on the thoughts but knew one mistake could be the turning point in their favor.

"As I have asked ye once before," Calico Jack stated in an attempt to play on the demons overconfidence. "What is yer name? So that I know who I be killing."

Henry Morgan. The demon answered. And it is ye that will be on the killing end of me blade. 

The four of them danced. Their swords rang from metal striking metal. None of them gained an upper hand over the other. Meanwhile, Mary Read had slipped from her hiding spot and quietly made her way along the edge of the railing to the long boats. Being a higher demon than Morgan she had a fair chance to defeat him, but her concern was escape over fighting. Besides, she thought, let the humans be foolish enough to pick a fight.

She had just gotten the boat released and ready to lower into the water when Jack was thrown into the boat. His impact caused the boat to swing sideways and come crashing to the deck.

"So ye decided to get the boat ready fer us," he said sarcastically. "Not planning on leaving without thanking me are ye?"

"Why of course not," Mary Read said sweetly. "She would kill me if I left ye."

Jack was puzzled for a brief moment and thought to ask Mary what she meant when one of the two crew men cried out in pain. Jack spun to see Morgan's sword thrust deep into the man's chest. The other crewman lay off to the side gripping his side. Blood slowly seeped from the wound but the man looked like he would otherwise survive.

Jack quickly turned back to Mary and said, "Get him on the boat; I'll deal with our friend Morgan."

Before Mary could protest Jack was already running at the demon with his sword tightly clutched in his hand. He reached Morgan just as the demon pulled his weapon free and turning to strike the other helpless man.

Morgan's blade came down quickly toward the man. He put his arms up as if to block the strike, but Jack's blade met Morgan's before it ever reached the man.

"Go!" he yelled at the crewman. Then using all his strength he forced Morgan's sword up and back. He followed up with sever strikes at the demon, all missing.

This forced a grin of the demon's face. Ye are a fool to give yer life for them. 

"It's what keeps me from being anything like ye," Jack bit back.

Morgan laughed as he struck out at Jack. He twisted allowing the sword the glide past his chest easily. Then stepping in Jack was well within the demon's guard. Jack slammed into him, driving his sword through Morgan's stomach.

Jack pushed with all his strength, forcing the demon back until he hit the mast. Both demon and man grunted from the impact. Morgan's sword clanged as it fell from his grasp and hit the deck and rolled.

Jack stepped back away from Morgan leaving his sword stuck through the demon and the wood of the mast. Morgan struggled against the impalement to no avail.

"Ye are the fool for matching blades with me," Jack said.

Shouts suddenly rose up to the main deck followed by the echoes of boots. Jack rushed over to collect Morgan's sword with the intention to slay the demon.

He had just scooped it up when a group of the demon crew began filtering out onto the deck. Jack froze for a second thinking his course of action when Mary Read broke into his thoughts.

"Come ye fool!" she yelled. "Ye can have yer revenge some other time!"

Jack turned toward Morgan and held up the sword. "Nice sword, better than mine. Do ye mind if I keep it?" he asked with a mocking smile.

Ye are dead human! Morgan snarled.

"We all have to die sometime," Jack remarked. He turned and ran to the edge of the boat. Mary Read already had the boat lowered to the water and was beginning to row out. The injured crewman sat on the opposite side still clutching his side.

Jack turned to see Blackbeard's crew rushing him. He spun back around, closed his eyes for a second then leapt.

He landed in the center of the boat and nearly fell out from the rocking had it not been for Mary grabbing his belt to hold him steady.

"Thank ye," he said.

"No, the thanks go to ye for not getting yerself killed," she said in turn. "Now where is yer ship?"

"Over there," he said pointing. "We need to hurry before Blackbeard gets wind of us."

"Agreed."



The Black Seas Ch. 21



Tortuga, 1706

The Hades' Whore glided swiftly into the bay of Tortuga with the wind at her back. The port was as lively as it had always seemed to Rusalka. She stood atop the bowsprit glancing from ship to ship in search of Blackbeard's.

What she didn't see or was even aware of was the Flying Dutchman slowly sulking up upon her. Davy Jones stood on the deck with a wide grin spread across his face. He knew none of the Hades' Whore's crew knew they were there. His crew—all wicked creatures from Hades—waiting silently and patiently for their captain's orders.

Rusalka gazed from ship to ship when she suddenly spotted three forms in a long boat about to board a ship. She squinted. Even with her superior vision, she had to focus to see the figures at their far off distance. Right away she recognized Mary, then Jack.

Her heart nearly leapt from her chest at the sight of her brother. The demon side of suppressed the feelings and emotions of her human side. It was the first time in many years that her inner turmoil fought.

She spun to shout orders when the first cannonball ripped across the deck. A crew member caught it in the center of his chest and was propelled backward, through the rail and over the side.

Another cannonball was headed at her and she was forced to dive to the side as the place she was standing at erupted into a shower of splinters further effectively cutting off any orders she was to give.

She slammed into the deck and took a moment—one she didn't have—to get her bearings. Around her the crew scoured frantically. Weapons in hand they began to take on defensive positions releasing a torrent of bullets across the expanse to the attacking ship.

Return fire ye maggot bellied dogs! Rusalka yelled as she jumped to her feet. Force them in and prepared to board! 

The crew shouted their acknowledgement bringing their frantic actions into an organized attack. Cannons from the Hades' Whore returned fire, ripping new holes into the enemy vessel.

Rusalka and her crew only had so much of a view of their enemy. The darkness enveloped the attacking vessel as the clouds in the sky kept the moon at bay. Regardless, her crew continued firing cannons and guns at the unknown enemy while receiving just as much in return.

Rusalka had no control over the seas but she could have sworn she felt the water moving her ship toward the attacking ship. Fear, which was something unusual for a demon, slowly crept up through her.

The fear took a firm grip of her when the clouds finally broke allowing the moon's light to shine down upon the bay. Before her ship the largest ship she had ever seen. Probably the largest ever to set sail in the Caribbean, she reasoned.

Davy Jones. She whispered.

As if the air carried her whispered across the deck and sea to the enemy captain, Davy Jones suddenly turned his head and locked gazes with her.

She blinked to clear away the sight and fear, grasping to take control of her own emotions. When she opened her eyes she fell back startled and finding her sword in her hand unbelieving how quickly it was there.

Davy Jones stood before her with a most vile grin.

Sorry lassie but yer time has come. He said drawing forth his blade.

Rusalka suddenly overcame the fear of the Demon Lord. She knew a Demon Lord could spread the emotion like a scent from a flower and caught unaware it was very effective. But something inside her fought against it, reinforcing her will against it.

Davy Jones reached up to bring his sword down upon her. Rusalka acted even more frightened, seemingly cowering before him. But just before his blade made contact her sword met his.

The clang of metal on metal startled him slightly and it was enough for Rusalka to recovered her feet underneath her and gain a small piece of ground between them.

Clever lass. He mocked. But ye are no match fer my power. 

Rusalka answered with a strike at the demon's midsection. Davy Jones stood his ground and whipped around his sword to answer with a loud clang of metal. The force of the impact sent Rusalka's sword wide and nearly from her grasp.

She had to tighten her grip against the sudden and unexpected force. Rusalka let the momentum carry her forward and into a spin that brought the sword around level with Davy Jones' chest. The sword swiped through the air where the demon should have been.

Rusalka brushed away the disbelief and skidded to a stop with her sword held high to guard against an attack that didn't follow. Instead, Davy Jones stood in the spot she was just at. His sword held away and down at the deck from his body. A thin line spread horizontally across the Demon Lord's chest and a small trickle of black blood flowed from the cut.

Very unexpected. He remarked. I cannot remember the last one, demon or otherwise able to strike me. 

Ye need to get out more. Rusalka spat.

The remarked prompted laughter from the demon. Perhaps ye are correct in that assessment lassie. Ye would make a good member of me crew but orders are orders. 

Rusalka couldn't have known the truth behind the remark or the circumstances surrounding the matter. She quickly pondered at his meaning but shoved the thought aside. She wouldn't allow it to be used as a distraction.

She moved to strike out at the demon when the deck beneath her shuddered causing her to lose her balance. She fought to keep her feet beneath her and was successful. Upon looking at Davy Jones and seeing how sure footed and solid he was she knew it was his doing.

Her accusations were confirmed a second later when the roar of hideous creatures erupted from her side. The shouts of the Hades' Whore's crew matched the roars as both men and beasts crossed decks and collided.

Rusalka glared at the demon. He returned the glare with a wide smile. She reinforced her grip on her sword and dug her heels into the deck. She trusted her crew to keep the creatures back even if it meant they had to give over their lives.

Then she charged as if slung from a catapult. Midway through the distance that separated the two demons, Rusalka called upon her innate abilities over fire and her sword flared. Like all Djinn or Ifrit she had a small measure of control over fire. It wasn't much but it could be the edge she needed to beat Davy Jones or flee from him.

Their swords met. The metal clanged and the vibrations reverberated through her arms. They pressed close, pushing off each other. The flames licked at them—the heat intense.

Pathetic. Davy Jones growled. Ye dare think yer powers are stronger than mine? 

Before Rusalka could answer the flame engulfing the sword winked out abruptly. The blade itself instantly cooled as if it was never set ablaze.

Rusalka's mind raced for something—an answer, a strategy, something. But nothing came except for the instinct to survive. So she fought.

Pulling away she threw a torrent of strikes, keeping her movements in tight, close circles. Davy Jones', however, were wide and beautifully flowing.

The battle, that of which Rusalka was unable to observe, was not going well for her human crew. The creatures were far more agile and durable than their human opponents. Regardless of their limits the crew fought with every ounce of strength and courage they had.

If Rusalka could see the battle her human side would have praised them for their commendable effort. The demon side of her could care less seeing them as expendable since they were very replaceable.





The Black Seas Ch. 21



Bah! He retorted. He will get what is coming to him in due time. 

Rusalka snickered at him as she continued to slowly back away. She didn't have much she could use against the Demon Lord except her agility and claws. Tactics and ambushing would have to be the tools used if she hoped to succeed.

Now hold still sea witch so I can end this and enjoy yer wretched crew and that wench ye sail with sink to the bottom of the sea. 

He pressed forward forcing Rusalka back until finally her back pressed against the railing. She looked to both sides hoping to see something—an answer or anything—that would help her.

There wasn't anything.

Rusalka pushed off the railing; her arms extended flexing her clawed hands. Davy Jones grinned showing teeth. Excitement flowed through his body.

Yer feeble attempt is useless but it will make yer death that more enjoyable. 

Davy Jones stepped in swinging the sword high. Rusalka ducked and swept in, swiping out with her left hand. Her claws sliced deep across Jones' midsection. As she passed the demon, Rusalka slashed across his back with the other clawed hand.

Davy Jones twisted away keeping any pain well hidden from the Djinn. He let out a low growl and tore in at Rusalka. With well placed precision strikes he struck out at her. Rusalka used her agility and lighter form to dodge or sidestep each strike—avoiding the majority of the strikes just barely.

Jones pushed the Djinn to her limits and beyond. With each strike came a roll or sidestep, a duck or leap. Rusalka managed to land a strike of her own but even those began to dwindle with time. Davy Jones bled from the multiple strikes she had managed to land but the gashes didn't affect him or he refused to let it show.

He pushed harder forcing her back until a quick high slash followed by a low thrust forced Rusalka to duck and backpeddle and then fall over a barrel that laid on its side; tossed there at some point when the Dutchman had been assaulted.

Rusalka landed on her back and when she attempted to push up with her elbows the Djinn's throat was met with the point of Davy Jones' sword.

Ye have fought well enough wench, but no one will remember the loss of such a life. Davy Jones pulled the sword back then thrust the sword forward.





The Black Seas Ch. 22



Tortuga, 1706

Davy Jones stood watching the Radiant Discord sailing away in an attempt to catch up to the Hades' Whore. Contempt with the loss of battle, he smiled to himself. A pulse shot through the sea in that moment and he could already feel the heartbeats pulse. He was tied to the sea by that accursed Ancel.

But that was where his anger stopped and the Valkyrie's mistake began. Ancel thought he could trap Davy Jones in an imprisonment beneath the seas, but he failed to sever the connection to them. It took Jones many, many years to find that connection and influence it. Now he controlled the seas and now he was free.

At least partially. His servitude to Blackbeard wouldn't last long nor would the act go unchecked.

Blackbeard himself would be on his way briefly and Jones was certain he'd have a few complaints as to why he wasn't giving chase or why he hadn't destroyed any of them in the first place.

Time was on the demon's side and there was plenty of it.

He stood with contempt as the rain began to fall. Regardless of how the battle would turn out, Jones scored his first act of defiance against Blackbeard.





The Black Seas Ch. 22



It was Morgan's turn to laugh and he bellowed a laugh. And ye, a Demon Lord, cannot do so?

If it were only that simple. He answered shaking his head. I cannot take the medallion by force or otherwise, but I can accept it by it being offered to me.

So I steal it and give it to ye?

Aye.

And what is to stop me from taking Blackbeard's place and yer power? 

A flash of anger and rage shone in Jones' eyes throwing Morgan off guard. He moved slightly from his lean against the wall, unfolding his arms.

Because once the Brethren see that I have returned they will ultimately turn on ye.  He answered before giving Morgan a moment to respond. I created the Brethren and am ultimately its master.

There is no argument, but—

You rule over the Brethren Court and are not willing to lose yer position.

Aye.

Even yer mutinous actions can be forgiven by me Morgan. Ye have an influence and a trust that is not found among our kind. Fear not because ye will still have a position and power. 

Morgan pretended to pause as to think over the proposition. He now had Jones in a position to gain what he ultimately sought. And now he stood with everything falling right into his lap.

Perfect.

Do we have an accord? Jones asked holding out his hand.

Morgan stayed his hand for a moment longer playing out indecision before thrusting out his hand. Aye.

Then we begin our chase and ye know where they are going.

And what would make ye think that?  Morgan questioned.

Don't play me for a fool.

Ye yerself said ye know the comings and goings of the sea.  Morgan reasoned. Ye should know where they are.

I know where they are but not where their finally destination is. I cannot predict the future.

So ye told Blackbeard that to have the upper hand and that is another reason to need me. 

Davy Jones' silence that followed told Morgan he had guessed correctly.

Before we leave to give chase, the destination must find their way to that accursed human, Robert Maynard.

What do we need him for?  Morgan blurted.

Do ye believe ye can steal from Blackbeard without recourse from him? Before Morgan could answer he continued. Sometimes using humans to do our work is necessary and useful. Not only will we succeed with our plan, but we will eliminate a greater threat brought on by that forsaken curse the Black List.

Jones handed a piece of paper to Morgan and gave him a wicked grin. Davy Jones was no fool and was not going to allow another mutiny against him and Morgan knew Jones wasn't omnipotent as he made everyone believe.



The Black Seas Ch. 23



The Bahamas, 1706

After a much needed reunion Jack gathered Anne, Mary and his first mate, Howell Davis together. It was time for questions and answers.

Anne and Davis sat to either side of Jack while Mary Read sat straight across. It wasn't that Mary didn't trust Calico; it was in her nature to be wary.

"I'm not sure were to begin," Jack started. "I guess the first is ye are carrying me child. How are ye still?"

Anne had broken the news to him the night before and even with the excitement of the news it left him with unanswered questions.

Mary Read was the first to answer. "Djinn and Succubi have the ability to prolong pregnancy for millennia. Beyond that the child will rob the life force of the mother and eventually she would die."

"I prolonged my pregnancy fer this long because of the benefits," Anne added.

"Benefits?" Jack asked hesitantly.

"More power equal to that of a Demon Lord," Anne explained. "It is why I have been able to match Blackbeard in a fight."

"But it doesn't seem to be enough," Davis said.

All heads turned toward him at that moment. His sudden outburst surprised them all.

"Yer right, but I know where we are going to put an end to Blackbeard," Anne was first to respond.

"And how do we plan on this happening?" Calico questioned.

"Davy Jones already knows where we are heading," Mary Read informed. "They are already on the way."

"How would they know? Davis asked.

"Simple," Mary said. "While being held captive, I made a deal with his first mate."





The Black Seas Ch. 24-26



Port Royal, 1706

Sounds like someone is in a hurry," Governor Rogers commented at the sound of footfalls echoing through the hall.

Robert Maynard turned slightly away from the window to the governor then to the door. "Let us hope he has news. We certainly can use some."

Before Governor Rogers could say more, a knock at the door echoed through the office.

"Come in," he said instead.

A young soldier stepped in. His face was slightly pale and his hair looked overly wet from sweat.

"Sorry to interrupt Governor," he said once he caught the sight of Maynard.

"It's alright son," Rogers said. "What is your hurry soldier?"

"I was told to bring this message to you sir as fast as possible," the young soldier said holding out a piece of paper to the governor.

Rogers took the note from the man and quickly read over it. He looked up from the paper and said, "Good work son. Dismissed."

Once the door shut after the soldier Rogers turned back toward the eager Maynard.

"It appears we have that news we needed."

He handed the paper to Maynard to look at for himself. After reading the paper his expression changed from a smile to concern. Rogers caught the change.

"What has you worried?"

Maynard looked out to the window for a few moments. When he turned back he said, "I do not doubt that the information is accurate but it does seem a little too convenient."

"Are you saying it could be a trap?"

"I am saying it is a trap," Maynard answered with a grin.

"Then if it is a trap, I can reassign a portion of the fleet to assist you."

"There won't be a need for that," Maynard said quickly holding his hand up in the air. "I will take the Ranger and Jane. In a three way battle, we will have the advantage. With any luck, one of the two sides will destroy the other leaving us with the remains."

"I want this threat eliminated from the Caribbean Robert as was our agreement."

"And I assure you that I will fulfill our agreement. I have assets all over the world addressing this threat."

Rogers sighed loudly. "To be honest Robert, I could care less what your organization is or does or what people you have where. The world isn't my concern and as far as I am concerned not even the king's concerns matter.

"This is my sea under my control. I will not have disorder in the Caribbean while under my command. I brought you in to help and at the same time help you."

Rogers was full of determination rather than anger. Maynard could see the calmness displayed by the man and hear the threat underlying his words. Politics of the world or even governments didn't matter to him or the Black List.

"I understand Governor. It is I that approached you after all." He pulled away from the window and took a seat at one of the chairs in front of the governor's desk. "I am also a man of my word. Both of us have a common threat though they may not exactly be the same."

"I care not for what you claim to chase or say there is out there," Rogers interrupted. "The fact that you have assets and people that are able to help is enough.

"But, I don't like speculation. I like assurances and guarantees."

"Then I guarantee these threats will be eliminated. All I need is the two ships," Maynard said assuredly.

Rogers rubbed his chin briefly. "They are yours to use, but," he paused holding his index finger up, "but, if you return without the task complete I will put you in the same category of a pirate and I will have you hunted down."

"Then let us hope I prove successful."

Dead Man's Cove, 1706

With the Queen Anne's Revenge leading the Dutchman both ships slowly slipped into the cove. The Radiant Discord sat anchored at the back of the cove. Lights shone from its empty decks and it put Blackbeard a bit on guard.

The fools picked a bad spot to hide. He commented to Morgan.

The cove was surrounded by mountainside that stretched from the water up at least a hundred feet into the air. There was no shore that the pirate demon could see or anyplace for climbing and the only way out was the way both ships just entered.

Then we have them were we want them. Morgan answered knowing different.

Signal Jones to secure the exit. Blackbeard ordered. Prepare the crew to board. 

Morgan was taken back for a moment. For a brief instant he thought Blackbeard must have known the trap he was falling into but just as quickly dismissed the idea. The demon captain wasn't a fool but like all demons, arrogant.

Morgan slipped away to fulfill the orders. He didn't worry about the entrance/exit staying blocked to hinder the plan. With so many against Blackbeard, he had no chance to survive.

The Brethren insisted on using Blackbeard to their own ends even against Morgan's objections, which is why he allied himself with the Djinn as his first mate.

Now like Morgan had foreseen was a mistake. It was too bad the Brethren wouldn't see firsthand that he was right and they were so utterly wrong.





The Black Seas Ch. 24-26



Rusalka having slain two of the group attacking looked in Jack direction and shouted something. He wasn't able to pick up her words over the shouts and clanging of metal against metal.

When it was clear Jack wasn't hearing what she was saying, Rusalka pointed toward the stern of the ship. Jack got the message and looked back. The Queen Anne's Revenge and Ocean's Revenge glided smoothly through the water headed to either side of the Discord and Jane. Jack wasn't sure if Blackbeard or Maynard was alive but it was clear both ships were on the same side.

When Jack looked back to Rusalka, the Discord had already pulled across the bowsprit awaiting her to leap onto the deck. Rusalka looked wearily toward Jack. He remained stoic and shouted to her, "Go! I'm coming!"

Rusalka nodded and leapt. He looked back once again having to duck and stabbing out. His sword pierced the chest of a man and he fell no longer obstructing Jack's view and giving him another second of respite.

The two ships were on top of them. The Discord hadn't a chance to come around to reach him and the only way to escape now was to go to it. Without considering his next thought Jack ran across the deck.

As he ran he swung his sword wildly, blocking and slicing, cutting a path toward the bowsprit. He had nearly made it when a sudden bite shot through his right leg.

His next step took him to the deck. In the impact he lost grip of his sword. It went scattering across the deck, far out of his reach. Jack reached down to feel blood just as a group of men surrounded him, pointing their swords at him.

He looked around seeing the Discord slipping out the cove and the Queen Anne's Revenge around to cover the Ranger from a possible attack. But Jack knew they weren't coming back.