The sun slowly started to set. James was standing near the railing of his ship, looking out at the seemingly endless ocean around him with a thoughtful expression. The sea has been quiet lately, he and his crew haven't encountered a single pirate ship the last couple of days. Right after the thought crossed his mind, one of his men cleared his throat behind him. With a quiet exhale he turns around to face lieutenant Groves.

Groves: Sir, there is something you should see.

With a curt nod he follows the lieutenant across the deck, his steps swift and purposeful. Once the two men come to an halt, Groves points out at the sea. There, in the distance, was a ship. It didn't appear to be a ship of the navy.

Groves: We aren't quite sure yet, but it could be a pirate ship sir.

Norrington takes a look through his telescope. As he takes a better look at it, he saw that there seemed to be something...off about this ship. It looked very old and almost...abandoned. He couldn't see anyone on board either. After a moment the commodore lowers his telescope, and suddenly...the ship has appeared right next to theirs. It was much bigger than he first thought and casts a looming shadow over his ship. James visibly tenses as the temperature suddenly drops below zero. He swallows thickly and turns towards his men, doing his best to appear composed.

Men we need to-

Before he could even finish his sentence, shadowy...or rather ghostly figures drop down onto their deck from the unknown ship. Norrington freezes as he felt another heavy thud just a few feet behind him. He didn't dare to turn around as footsteps slowly approach him...