Word Count: 299 (whew!)
“You’re looking for a compass that doesn’t point to north.” Captain Redbeard spoke, emphasizing each word while eyeing the tip of the cutlass pointed at his heart. “If it’s a broken compass you’re after, I’m sure that threats be not needed.” He grinned, exposing a row of yellowed teeth which matched his skin almost perfectly.
In the most casual manner he could manage, Commodore Norrington lowered his cutlass and walked to the row of windows at the back of the cabin. “I wouldn’t have bothered leaving the comfort of my ship to come and speak with you had the item in question been merely an ordinary broken compass.”
Norrington peered out the windows for a moment, assuring himself that the Interceptor was still sitting just off the starboard quarter of Redbeard’s ship before turning back to the pirate captain. “And if I were in your position, I would be watching my tongue more carefully.”
Redbeard stood from his chair and turned toward Norrington bringing his full height to bear upon the smaller man. “Enough with this dance. Yes, I know of the compass, it was once mounted on the wheel of this very ship. The cursed thing never worked right.”
“And where is it now!” Norrington spoke, closing the distance between himself and the pirate.
Redbeard smiled and lifted an apple from an assortment of fruits on his table. “I am afraid a young member of my crew absconded with it in the dead of night several years back. He was pale and defiant, much like yourself.”
Commodore Norrington swallowed hard. “Jack Sparrow,” he sputtered. The words poured from his mouth like poison.
Redbeard laughed and bit into the apple letting the juice flow freely down his chin. “I believe he now goes by the name Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Edited by RocketSeason, 10 July 2011 - 05:29 PM.