Final version fanfic - The Legends of the "Les Enfants Terribles"

This is a fanfic of the Pirate of the Caribbean, everything in this fanfic is not owned by me.

I wrote the story bases on after the event of PoC: On Stranger Tides. This is the final version of it.

The Legends of the "Les Enfants Terribles"

Chapter 1: Good Old Rival.

    On the port city of Tortuga, prostitutes and all kinds of criminals are dangling on every corner of the streets. Fighting and killing happen in this city as an initial element of life. Hidden in this corrupted city, a one of a kind bar, which is excluded from all sins happening around Tortuga, silently and peacefully did existed. The bar operates as every bar should be in those civilized societies, people drinking and chatting as utmost normal as it could be, which seems incredibly strange in this kind of city. Customer here wear with only 1 kind of color on the clothes, white it is, which would not help but brings curiosities to anyone who is a new face here. Despise all that, in the deepest corner of this mysterious bar, two men are whispering, ridiculously out of space too with their normal clothes.

"Why are we here, Jack? There are many places I'd rather be elsewhere than this stupid kind of place ... errs... What was it called...? Somewhat "Le Fanatics", aye?"  The man with thick beard said.

 "Le Fanatre Soleil,” The bandanna-headed man with a long curly tied hair added.

"Aye, that's the name! What was this idiotic name? And why are we speaking with this whispering manner? We are in a BAR for Pete's sake!"  The bearded-man grumbled.

 "Gibbs, if ye wouldn't shut the trap of ye off, I will do it for ye. Savvy?" -the bandanna-headed man whispered.

   Jack, running his black rimmed eyes around the bar, looked cautiously and slowly in every corner of it.

"Does it bother you why is this bar, a weird-manner sickening bar it is, so quietly and unusual in this chaotic Tortuga?" - Jack asked Gibbs while his eyes still remained cautious...

"Aye, no frickin' idea," Gibbs said.

"Do you know who is running this boring pile of rum?" - Jack continues.

"Nope. That is the question I would love to be answered by you, Jack," - Gibbs sighed

"Tell me, Gibbs. Who do you think I, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl....."

"-Former Captain! If we consider the ship has been shrunk into a bottled-ship, you have no ship anymore to be captain"- Gibbs cut in.

"...CAPTAIN of the Black Pearl!" - Jack stressed - "And I will regain the Pearl back in its usual form. That I guarantee to you, Mr. Gibbs! Savvy?"

"Aye ..." - Gibbs, frustrated, nodded his head while staring into spaces.

"Well, back to the question, who do you think I fear the most? My treacherous mate Barbossa or good ol' Davy Jones?" - Jack asked with a minor shivering voice.

"Aye, I would bet it on the old Davy Jones. You did died by his little tentacle-pet," - Gibbs squinted

"Oi, no, me hearty. I would rather don't meet him, not fear him, savvy?" - Jack grinded.

"Blimey! If you ain't even fear Davy Jones, I don't think you would fear anything else," - Gibbs gasped, surprisingly.

"Aye, I take that as a compliment. Well, there is, indeed, someone who I fear of, someone I cannot outsmart, savvy? I ain't fear of people who I can outsmart, able to cheat them, but those I can't, Savvy?" - Jack said with his fingers unintentionally waved.

"Aye" - Gibbs said.

"The mate who runs this place, his name is Luz; he is the leader of "Les Enfants Terribles…" 

"-LES ENFANTS TERRIBLES"??? THE LES ENFANTS TERRIBLES???" - Gibbs cut in with his high toned voice.

"-- he's my oldest mate, as well as my greatest nemesis. I respected him as much as I feared him. Savvy?" - Jack continues with his shivering voice.

"Aye, in that case, then I understands why this bar is like this, eh?" - Gibbs said.

"Aye, there are not only me afraid of that man. The people here as well, in this VERY alike pit hole Tortuga, don't DARE cross him" - Jack continues.

"How do they dare, I wonder, these pirates are the most powerful group in the entire ocean. Even good ol' Davy Jones would have to think twice when facing them head on. They would dare do anything, and I really mean ANYTHING. The only thing weird about them is that they do not kill women,” - Gibbs stated.

"That's not really scary, ain't mate?" - Jack sounded confused.

   Gibbs sighed and put his face on his palm. He said, "Why do I have the feeling that I'm gonna be drag forcefully into messing with these dangerous folks VERY soon? By you, of course! Despite the fact, we are already aware of how FRIENDLY these folks are!" - Gibbs said with utmost awareness - "Your bloody skull is cracked, do you know that Jack?! But that is what I like about you, aye!" - Gibbs added.

"..... You probably might want to change your feeling after this." - Jack said with a guilty glance while anxiously biting his fingernails.

"The boss is expecting you, Mr. Jack Sparrow and Mr. ...?" - Suddenly, the conversation was cut-off by the present of a tall-muscular man dressed in decent white clothes and politely manners.

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, if you don't mind, lad." - Jack awkwardly corrected the man.

".... Cor blimey! You knew about this Jack?! Not again!" - Surprised Gibbs shouted, narrower his eyes while doing so.

Jack folded his palms together while saying "I'm sorry" in his mouth but the words did not break into sound, like he was swallowing his own guilty words.

    The man looked across the room, to the end of it, where lies the barkeep and those skulls which displayed on top of the counter as a decoration. Only Davy Jones could tell if those skulls are real or not.

“Mr. Jack and Mr. Cor Blimey, please, this way." - The man stepped aside and shown them a way into the black wooden door behind the counter of the bar.

 "It's Gibbs ... Argh, whatever, I just hope you know what you are doing Jack!" - Gibbs grumbled angrily.

"In fact, I don't, love," - Jack said while trying to swallow in his blocked throat - "And it's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," - Jack turned his back, focused his trimmed eyes into the eyes of the tall man, as if he was threatening him.

Jack and Gibbs followed the big man, passed the door behind the counter, walked through a long, dark and hideous hallway. When they got to the end of the hall, the big man opened the door and invited the two of them in. As they walked in, those fire bundles running along the hallway wall surprisingly light up, flickering rapidly.

    A young man walked out from the shadow of the dark, he has long dark hair, touching his shoulders, and stubble covered his handsome face. He has a deep brown eyes and a long scar, which crossed between his eyes. He wore a white light shirt with long sleeves, long brown leather pant, and a small red cloth wrapped around his wrist. Gibbs looked unusually anxious while Jack, on the other hand, leaned on and whispered to Gibbs ear:

"We should have wear dress," – Jack joked.

"Fancy that, if it isn't the infamous good ol’ Jack Sparrow and his hearty, eh." - The young man said with a deep voice - "Well well, I will give you 3 minutes to explain your true purpose here before I decide to give you and your mate a "Survival Try-out". Oh, and don't even count on your petty lies to save your skin, mate. I think you have already learned that lesson, in a hard way as I recalled." - The young man said with a cold-calming voice - "Starting NOW." - The man stressed deeper.

"I want to join your crews" - Jack quickly said in such an eagerly manner as well.

"WHAT?" - Gibbs could not believe what he has just heard, those he thought only merely words came from Jack own mouth.

END CHAPTER.