I do not own POC or any of it Charactors. This story takes place after AWE. My frist fanfiction.
Jack walked into the Faithful Wife, grabbed a bottle of rum from the bar and settled himself at a table with a good view of the Tortgua's famous never ending poker game. No matter what time of day the table was always full of pirates willing to be parted with there coin. No one was sure when it had started or by who. Whatever the case, the game never ended, as one player left another would take his place. At one time or another every notable pirate in the Caribbean had sat at the table winning or losing their coin. Rum flowed and stories were told as the cards were dealt out. Jack liked to sit, listen and watch the players; you could learn a lot about a man watching him play poker. Sometimes he would join the game, other times he would just watch the action. Today he felt like watching.
Things were good for Jack these days; he was once again Captain of the Pearl. Something he feared impossible two years ago when he saw Barbossa sail away with her for the third time. But the crew it seemed had other plans. Seems they were a little tired of Barbossa's broken promises. When Jack was Captain they had taken many find prizes and Jack had always been generous with their share. While Barbossa kept most of the prize for himself of the few prizes they had taken. Despite that, it seemed he only lead them into trouble, the whole "Undead thing" and all. And there were those who were not liking what had been done to Jack, marooning him not once but twice.
So When Barbossa and his mate had suggested they take the Pearl after the victory at Shipwreck cove, they had played along, waiting their chance. When it became clear that once again he had no map and his promises were as full of wind as those in the past, the rest came on board with the plan. So one week out of Tortuga, Barbossa and his mate found themselves facing a ship of angry men and looking at a familiar island.
"We thought it only fair ye should pay a visit to Jack's little island, perhaps ye will be able to find a few sea turtles" they laughed.
Maroon'd with one bottle of powder, one bottle of water, one small arm, and shot, it was Barbossa's turn to watch the Pearl sail off without him.
Jack had thought he was back in the locker when the Pearl sailed up beside him a few days later and Mr. Gibb welcomed him aboard his ship. Jack swore then and there that he and his Peral would never be separated again.
Yes things were very good for Jack these days. His crew was happy with their shares of the rich Spanish prizes they had taken. Elizabeth and Will had made him Godfather to his son, Jack William Tuner, a role Jack took very seriously. And while Will was still Captain of the Flying Dutchman, Jack was able to ferry messages back and forth between the two lovers. Something about having been death and now living allowed him to meet the Dutchmen from time to time. A task he was only to glad to do. While he would never total trust the young couple, after what they had both done to him. They would always have a place in his heart.
Leaning back in his chair Jack took a slug from his bottle and looked up to stare into a pair of the darkest brown kohl lined eyes, he had ever encountered. Other than the single braid of black hair that hung down her back, Jack found himself looking at a women as eccentrically dressed as him, playing as if she did not care if she won or last. She grew in a breath, winked at him and looked back at her cards. Jack was lost.
Samantha Wolfe wore the clothing and the effects common to the males around her, though marking herself apart from them by adopting a dress style that projected both an air of the feminine and flamboyance. Like Jack she wore long sea boots and long, hard-wearing linen trousers. A long steel grey coat that she could remove when the need arose to either swim or if the air got too hot. Unique as it had many hidden pockets in the lining where everything from jewels, papers, charts and coin stored. Whatever would be useful if she found herself alone and without a ship. A grey bandana was wrapped around her head, complemented by four cobalt blue beads and a wolf's head pendant that draped over her forehead. A white shirt, dark blue vest and large black belt with a large silver bucket in the shape of a wolf completed the look. On the floor beside her was her sailor's duffle bag, which she carried with her at all times. And on the table was her faded-black tricorne hat also with a wolf head pin on the brim.
Wolfe never took her cards off the table, she simply glancing at them as they were dealt. Her coat was over the back of the chair and the sleeves of her shirt rolled up so no one could suggest that she was cheating. She had been taught by her first Captain how to play poker. And was a natural, and within a few months she was beating her teacher. Nowadays there were few who could beat her.
As Jack watched he noticed that the women always seemed to lose a couple of small hands after a big win. And he was sure that she was removing a few coins from her winnings on the table every once in a while. Others at the table would never have a true idea of just how much of their money she had won. Smiling Jack remembered what Captain Barrett had taught him about poker. "Never let your opponents know how much ye won, never leave the table on a winning hand, if ye have to cheat to win don't play" Jack's mystery women was good, she played just like his old teacher and he would have sworn they had been taught by the same man. This was confirmed, at least in Jack's mind when she lost six straight hands, and rose from the table.
"Thank ye for the game gentlemen, but I fear Lady Luck has deserted me, and I had best be on me way before I can't pay for me rum." Wolfe declared.
"That be all right missy, ye not a bad player for a girl." The grey hair pirate chuckled "Hope we didn't take to much of ye money"
"Luv, ye may have learned a ting or two about the game, better luck next time" responded the crusty gent on the other side of the table.
"Thanks for the lesson, I may be just able to beat ye one of these day" Sam laughed to herself as neither had realized she was walking away with most of the money that had been placed on the table. Yes she needed lessons for the likes of them, lessons in how to spend more attention to your run than your cards.
Turning away from the table she walked to the bar, before she was halfway there her seat had already been taken. Out of the side of her eye she realized that the exocentric pirate with the beads in his hair was still watching her. She had seen him when he had first swaggered into the bar. Wolfe had been watching the door as she had a feeling she would be called back to the ship soon, she had need a break but knew it would not be for long. Pirate projected an air of the dandy with just a touch of danger. Wolfe was sure he did well with the ladies; he had the charm and dangerous appeal that many found attractive. Wolfe had always thought she was immune to such as him. But from the moment when they had made eye contact she had forgotten everything around her, the game, the problems on the Contressa, everything save for those eyes. She could drown in those eyes. Wolfe knew then and there this man was dangerous, in a way few men were for her. It would be best to keep a good distance between them. So why had she given him a daringly winking before returning to the game. Flirting with danger was something she often did, but not the kind that would risk her heart.
Watching her walk to the bar Jack was struck by just what a beautiful women she was, even hidden behind the men's clothes. There was an air of grace and refinement about her, while at the same time one knew this was a woman who could more than take care of herself. Jack was just about to join her at the bar, when the door opened and a giant of a man walked in.
The man looked quickly around and then made a bee line towards the woman.
"Captain needs ye" Jack heard him say.
Without saying a word she set down her glass of run and left the bar.
Jack was left staring at the tavern door. Feeling a loss he just could not explain.
"You be wanting another, Jack?" Scarlett asked as she walked by his table.
Looking up Jack asked "Who was that sailor, Scarlett?"
"Which one?"
"The big guy who just left"
"Oh, you mean Stonewall? He crews on the Contessa."
Giving Scarlett a classic Jack smile he said "Good name for the likes of him. And the women he was with?"
"Now we be getting to what ye really wants to be knowing" Scarlett laughed
"Ye want to watch ye self with that one Jackie. That be Samantha Wolfe, first mate on the Contessa. Course most calls her just plan Wolfe."
Leaning over to wipe the table in front of him and giving Jack a view of her more than amble bosoms she continued "Ye must of heard of her, she be the one that liberated three of Black Reilly's fingers when he tried to get a might to friendly. Ye knows the ones Momma Sal keeps in a pickle jar over the bar at the Crow's-Nest."
She warned him "Wolfe an't a wooman who takes kindly to sailors who get to friendly if ye know what am saying"
"So that is the hell cat that taught Reilly a lesson about how to treat a lady"
"I, Reilly is a nasty man, him not an enemy I be wanting. He likes to hurt ya, and I seen a couple of his girlfriends after he finished with them, not a pretty sight. There an't a woman on Tortuga that wouldn't buy Wolfe a drink after what she did to him. Be the reason Momma pickled them fingers. A warning for those that thing all we women be helpless"
Finished with the table she Scarett asked again "So ye be wanting another Jack"
"Why not, got nothing better to do luv" Jack replied as he leaned back in his chair and thought about Miss Samantha Wolfe. Not only was she beautiful, but if all he had heard about Samantha Wolfe was true she was not a woman to toy with. She be the kind of women a man started thinking about the future with. Not his type and yet. There was a part of him that was wondering what the chances he might run into the beautiful pirate again. "One can only hope Jackie boy, one can only hope"
Meanwhile Sam was just climbing aboard the Contessa when Red came running up to her.
"He be in a powerful mood, Wolfe. That nephew of his be at him again, wanting to know where his treasure be hid. I tried to kept him away, but as soon as you left he was in there. That boy going to kill him if he not careful"
"That be what he wanting" Stonewall cut in "then he can cut our throats and have dis ship for him self"
"Quiet both of you" Sam whispered heading towards the Captains quarters. "Where is the rest of the crew?"
"All our men are on board, just of few of his lot are still in Tortuga somewhere" Red told her
"Good, rouse the men, we be leaving on the midnight tide. Make ready while I see to the Captain"
"And if Jacobs objects?" Stonewall asked
"Tell him; tell him he has till midnight to get men aboard. It is the Captains wishes to be at sea."
Closing the door of the Captains quarters she leaned back against the door, took a deep breath and looked at the figure lying in the bed. She knew he was dying and her heart was breaking in that she could do nothing to stop it, or even make it easy on him. It would not be a good death, but if she had anything to do with it he would at least be sent off to his maker in a good fashion.
Captain Daniel Adams was a shadow of the man he once had been. He had been a big and powerful man once, well over 6 feet and 250 lbs. Now he likely did not weight more than 100 lbs. Adam's was losing the battle with a terrible sickness that was eating him from the inside out. He could barely keep any food down and was in constant pain. The only thing that seemed to helped were the drugs she had been able to get from one of her Singapore contacts. They helped with the pain but often left him confused and half out of his mind.
A condition his nephew Patrick Jacobs had been trying to use to his advantage for some time. Jacobs was constantly after his Uncle to tell him where his treasure was, trying to get him to make him Captain of the Contressa. Adams' sister's son the Captain had tried to do right by the boy but done of his Uncle's qualities had rubbed off on the boy. His father had beaten both the boy and his mother and the Captain blamed himself for not rescuing them from the brut. It was not until his sister's death he knew what was happening. The boy by that time was ten and than learned well at his fathers feet. He enjoyed hurting others and just being cruel in general. Adams had been able to keep him under control until his illness robbed him of his strength and will. Still despite his guilt he refused to give Jacobs any real power or control of the Contressa.
Five years ago when Captain Stephen Barrett had decide to retire to his island Adams had asked Wolfe if she would come aboard the Contressa as his first mate. After eight years on the Sea Witch, the last four as first mate, one would have thought that Wolfe would be looking for a ship of her own. But life for a women pirate was not easy; you had to be tougher, work harder and longer, always needed to prove you should be there. Even though many of the crew of the Sea Witch would have been glad to crew for her, Wolfe had chosen accept Adam's offer. She liked being second in command.
Jacobs had been surprised that after the suspicious death of the Contessa's first mate, Adams had offered the position to an outsider rather than giving it to him. Looking back Wolfe wondered if Cullen's death had not been the first of a long list of men Jacobs had removed from the crew of the Contessa. Over the course of time a number of the crew loyal to Adams had meet with mysterious accidents both on board and when they were on shore leave. A barroom brawl her and fall from the rigging there, slowly the good crew of the Contressa were replaced by "friends" of Jacobs who just happened to be there when they were in need of replacement crewmembers. Most were fine sailor, but had the same nasty side to their personality as Jacobs. Still until his illness Adams had been able to keep things under control.
The last six months had been the worst, as he grew worse, his nephew pushed harder and hard for the location of his treasure. Yet as long as he believed there was a chance he would get the information he was not going to try and take the ship. Jacobs was not all that bright and he had been heard discussing his plans to take the Contessa from "that bitch Wolfe, and show her a thing or two" by a old crewmate of hers. Of course word had got to her and since then she had been making her own plans.
Pushing away from the door Wolfe approached the bed.
"Who is it?" Came a weak voice "Samantha is that you?"
"Yes Captain it's me"
Setting on the side of the bed, she told his hand. "And how are ye feeling tonight?"
"Are we still in Tortuga? I need to be a sea Samantha, I feel it will not be long…. ( coughing) You promised I would be at Sea….(coughing) you promised"
Wiping his month, a worried look crosses her face when she sees the blood on the cloth.
" I know Captain, we have all are supplies loaded and the crew are making ready to catch the midnight tide. We'll be at sea in a hour or so. No worries."
"Good good, I must die at sea Sam. It is they only way for a pirate, not tied up to some dock. Promise I will be at sea. Promise"
"Now you will not be dying for a while yet sir" Wolfe tried to sound more use than she was, "I'll have the Contrssa at sea with the wind in her sail for a good long while before ye time comes."
"No, luv I fear it be soon." Seeing the look on her face "Don't fret love, I've lived a good life, I not be fearing death. I worry about ye though, he means to hurt you"
"I can take care of Jacobs, I've dealt with worse than him."
"I, and made a few enemies along the way. Lass ye should have more fear. Lord know you have but the fear of God in those who luv ye at time or to." He whispered
"Barrett used to say the same thing." She laughed
Reaching out he grasps her hand. "I we both let you get to smart for ye own good."
His body is raked by another coughing spell.
"Ye know we both loved ye lass. Couldn't have been prouder if ye been our own."
Wolfe smiles, "I know, and I love you to" she tries to get him to take a little water.
For a moment Adams seem to brighten. "Water, no drink for a man, get me rum."
"Right away, sir"
Standing she moves to his desk and removes a bottle from the bottom drawer. Looking down at the desk she realizes just how long it has been since he has sat there. The log entries are all hers, the marks on the charts in her hand. She blinks back a couple of tears as she pours him a drink from the bottle.
"Captain, your rum sir"
She helped sit up again and placed the glass to his lips. As the warm liquid touched his lips he was over come by another coughing spell. Putting down the glass she held him till it was over.
"Lass, ye know I love ye like a daughter don't ye"
"Yes Captain and ye have been a better father to me than the one that birthed me. Don't worry; I will make sure you will be a sea when the time comes, no matter what I have to do. Now rest."
"I know ye will do me right child" Adams said taking her hand in his weak one. He then placed in her hand a pendant he had always worn around his neck. "This me yours, it will show you the way. You have my journal safe?"
"Yes, it be in me bag"
"Good, good. Me journal will help you understand this. Keep them both safe and away from that nephew of mine" He starts to cough again.
Wolfe tries to make him comfortable in the bed. "Now you don't worry yourself about anything, you need your rest sir. Everything be in place"
"You keep them safe girl, and remember they will show you the way."
There is a knock at the door and Stonewall sticks his head in. "We're about to cast off, Wolfe"
"Everyone on board?" she asked
"Still missing two or three" he replied smiling. "not that we will miss them. Still Jacob an't going to me to happy"
"Good, that will be his problem they knew we were only here to get provisions. Drop the mouring lines and get the ship underway. Set the sails and run out the sweeps, and let's be gone from this place."
"Yes. Madam" He turns to leave
"Stonewall" Wolfe raises from the bed and stops him as he starts to close the door. "Me thinks this be the night. Once we're at sea and the ship is quiet, make things ready as we discussed"
"Yes Wolfe, Me and Red be thinking the same. I'll make sure everyone does his job" glancing at the bed "We'll do right by him Wolfe." Then looking at Wolfe and seeing the worried look on her face."This be the right course to take. You not be worrying yourself about it. We all decided that this be the way"
"I'll first mate it be on my shoulders."
"Ye not be doing that Wolfe. It be on all of us. We all decided" And with that he closed the door.
Wolfe returns to the bed and sits with Adams for a while. Watching his chest slowly rise and fall. Those breaths got slower and slower. She knows she needs to be on deck but is afraid to leave him.
The door opens and Red comes in. "I'll sit with him a spell while you get us underway and set the bearing" touching her shoulder "he'll be already with me" and to the Captain "we have lots of stories to tell don't we old man"
But as she rose to go Adams reachs out and catches her arm. "Samantha, child, be careful Jacobs means to hurt you. He told me. He means to take the ship"
"Never you worry, I can take care of me self." Stroking his hand she whispers softly "Rest, I will back once we are well underway. I'll set a course for New Providence, you always liked it there."
"Yes that be the course"
As she closes the door she hears red let the Captain," Never you worry Sir, Stonewall and the boys will watch out for our Wolfe. No harm will come to her while we live."
Standing on the quarter deck she gulped in a couple of big breaths, it was going to be a long night. Wolfe could feel her eyes fill with tears. She was going to miss that old man. It had only been two years ago that she had lost another captain. Word had come that Barrett was dying and wanted to see her. She had rush to his island and was holding his hand when he breathed his last. Now, again she was going to have to watch her Captain, a man she thought of as a father, die. Was this always to be her fate, were all the men who she loved going to leave her. Would she always have to watch as they breathed their last? Wiping the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her coat she looked at her compass, took a bearing and headed the Contessa out to open water.
Suddenly Jacobs was standing in front of her.
"What the hell do ye thing ye are doing." He yelled "half the crews an't back yet"
"Captain wants to be at sea, and what the Captain wants the Captain gets." Is her reply, "They knew we this was a quick stop to get provisions. They made their choice."
And turned the wheel so Jacobs had to duck as the boom came across the aft deck.
"Ye really are a bitch" he spat in her face "I'll teach ye to …"
Seeing Cameron and Stonewall coming towards them he stopped in mid word
"You'll what Jacobs? This is still Adams ship and we follow his orders here"
"He won't always be here for ye to hide behind, someday…"
"What Jacobs, what are you going to do? Adams still breaths and as long as he does even the scum you have hired will not force the issue. Even they don't want to be know as mutineers" Wolfe shot back
"Well, don't expect any help from me and mine, it be the middle of the night and we using it for sleeping. You and your bunch can sail her all night if ye wish" he shouted as he stomped back to the crew quarters.
"Fine by me Jacobs, you have a good dreams now" she called after him
An hour or so later the ship was quiet, a strong wind fill her sails as she skimmed over the ocean. Wolfe loved being a the wheel this time of night, the full moon made the sea glitter as if there were a million diamonds floating on the crest of every wave. She could almost pretend that nothing was wrong with her world. Then Red stepped out of the darkness
"He is asking for you. I don't think it will be long now."
"Is everything in place?" she asked as Stonewall join them at the wheel.
"He and the boys have been getting things in place for the last hour" Stonewall replied "they have all been in and had a word with the Captain"
"Now he wants to speak to ye"
Red took the wheel from her. A look passing between the two sailors as she walked to the Captains quarters,
"The fates be cruel making her bury so many she care for" Stonewall whispered.
"I, that lass deserve some joy and love in her life, been far to much pain in it for my liking."
Inside his quarters Adams breathing was getting shallower with each passing minute. At the sound of the door he turned his head with great effort and smiled weakly as he Wolfe standing there. Even his old eyes could see the tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"There now child, don't cry for me." He whispered, "I be a peace with this. Ye be the one a worry about. Ye have had far too much of this in ye life. Ye have put too much on those pretty shoulders of yours." Adams falters as a coughing spell hits him. "ye no need be doing it all on ye own, it an't a sin to allow someone to look after ye, or at least share the burden"
Wolfe sits on the side of the bed, tear flowing down her cheeks unstopped. "Still giving me orders, old man"
"Lass, if I been a younger man, I might have tried to show ye that ye deserve the same happiness and love as the rest to the world. I tried to do right by ye."
"None could have done better by me" patting his hand
"Wolfe, don't let what ye father did to ya, stop ye from allowing someone to love ye." He pleaded. "Ye a fine woman and ye deserve to be happy"
"Captain, we both know I am will always be happy as long as I have a good ship under me feet, wind in her sails and an ocean before me."
"I, but it will be a lonely life without a good man by ye side" looking into her eye "Just promise me Child, that when he finds ye you not be pushing him away."
"Captain, we both know the only good men I known swear they be to old for me, and insist on treating be as their daughter"
Smiling weakly Adams grips her hand tighter "that maybe so, but…." Stopping to catch his breath as it was becoming harder to breath "Promise me Wolfe, promise me ye will give him a chance to love ye, you'll let him in and not run away." He coughs "Lass you deserves a good man's love, promise…"
"If it will easy your mind, and ye be so sure he be out there…I'll promise ye. I'll give this good man of yours a chance."
Adams sighs and looks towards the foot of the bed, where unseen by Wolfe, Calypso stands.
"Ye promised ye will watch out for her, that ye will bring her to her soul mate. The man worthily of one like her,"
"I, her be a child of the sea. And I watch out for my children old man. She love de sea, and the sea love her." Calypso walks to where Wolfe is seated at Adams side and strokes her hair.
Wolfe no longer sure who Adams is talking, sits holding his hand. Barrett to had spoken to unseen friends when his time was near. She strokes his hand. She feels something brush her hair turns but there is no one there.
"There be one her equal, a good man, him who love the sea as much as her. Him need a good women at him side as much as her need a good man. Together they be a force upon the sea and together they be able to solve that riddle of your." Calypso smiled "I promise their fates are set, him will love her as her should be loved."
"Ye promise it will happen soon" Adams asks "I go willing if I knows he be here to watch over her"
"They have already met, but within the week him be standing b her side. Be at peace old friend ye lass be in good care." Calypso promised and holds out her hand to him.
Adams looks over at Wolfe, smiles "Remember ye promise child… and remember I love ye" he takes Calypso's hand and his spirit rises out of the shell that had once been his body. Standing now as he once had been he bends down and presses a chase kiss on Wolfe's forehead before he turns to follow Calypso to the Dutchmen.
Wolfe watched as Adams crest rose one last time and with "I love ye" as his last words she knew he had passed. And as she thought she had felt a kiss on her forehead she allowed to fall in earnest.
After a few minutes she rose, when to the desk and drew out the last bottles of rum. Taking a large swig from one, she poured the remaining rum over the bed. Going to the door she called quietly to Stonewall to come.
"He be gone then?" he asked
"Yes, Is everything ready"" Wolfe replied not looking at Stonewall, fearing he would see the tears still clinging to her eyes.
"I it all be in place, the boat is in the water, with provisions and our things"
"Good, then have the men come and have their last drink with him"
When it had become clear that Adams was dying, and Jacobs plot had been relieved. The remaining loyal crewmen had met in secret in the upper room of the Crow's Nest tavern. Stonewall, Red, Cameron, Falcon, Fletcher and Burns. They had discussed what had been going on and what should be done. All were in agreement that Jacobs had been killing off loyal crew for sometime. And when his plans for Wolfe and the Contessa had been revealed they knew action was called for. They came to Wolfe and together it was decide that Adams should have a proper Viking funeral. And that Jacobs and his men should accompany his uncle into the after life. So while Jacobs and his men were off in Tortuga special supplies were load aboard the Contessa. No one gave a second thought as to why so much gunpowder or rum was needed on a pirate ship. But they might have wondered at where it was stored. Several barrels went straight into the hole,were hidden on the berth deck, gun decks and the Captains quarters. The Contress was going to light up the night.
While Wolfe had been sitting with the Captain, Stonewall and the others had been busy putting everything in place. The ships Trails of gunpowder were laded. Rum barrels were broken open and the rum poured over the floor of the berth and main decks. All it would take to set the whole thing off were two smashed lanterns. The Captains launch had been put over the side, loaded with a couple barrels of fresh water, some food and the sailor's duffle bags.
Each of the men when he took a swig of rum over their Captain and said their farewell then went and got in the launch. It was time. Before Wolfe left she leaned down kissed his forehead and set the bed alight with the candle from his bedside. Stonewall stood at the open hole ready to drop the lantern in his hand. Wolfe went to the stairs down to the door of Jacobs quarters and knock.
"What in bloody hell do ye want" came the reply
"Just wanted to say goodbye to ye" Wolfe answered backing away from the door.
Jacobs open the door and looked from her to Stonewall. Seeing the lantern in both their hands "Goodbye, we be in the middle of the ocean, where ye think ye are going."
"Ye be about to met your maker Jacobs."
With that Stonewall threw the lantern into the whole and made for the launch. Realizing to late what was about to happen, Jacob lunched for Wolfe. Who without a thought raised the pistol in her hand and shot him in the leg. Turned and walked away. Jacobs begin to shot for his men, But Wolfe had already thrown the lantern and fire was spending down the stairs to the berth deck. She was down the rope in an instant and the men had pushed away from the ship and began to row. Within a minute the Contessa was rent apart by several powerful explosions and she and her Captain were headed to the bottom.
Watching the ship she had called home for the last few years sink below the surface, Wolfe knew she had done right my her Captain. But what about these men, they were now adrift and could be just as easily be picked up by them that did not take kindly to her kind. Perhaps she had just trained a mutiny for an hangman's nose or worse for all of them. Time would tell.
At that extra moment Jack sat straight up in bed. He had been having the most delightful dream about Wolfe. When everything went dark, there had been an explosion and she had been wrenched out of his arms. Next she turned into a wolf that she was named for and was cornered by a group of hunters. Jack woke just as one of the hunters took aim.
As irrational as it sounded, Jack knew was he had to get to her before the hunters. His Wolfe needed him. "His Wolfe" where had that come from, they had not ever spoken and now he was thinking of her as his Wolfe. Getting out of bed he passed back and forth in front of his desk. "This was ridiculous", he did not know this woman and yet he was here he was almost panicking because he needed to find her. Captain Jack Sparrow did not panic, he did not run after some women he had only seen in a bar once weeks ago. Still she had been a constant in his both his thoughts and dreams ever since. He just could not forget those eyes.
He turned to get some rum from his desk when he was suddenly facing Tia Dalma or Calypso.
She said nothing, simply handed him his compass, smiled and disappeared. Jack stood for several minutes looking down at the compass in his hand. As he reached to open it he realized his hand was shaking. For the first time his compass might be leading him to a total different treasure, one not of silver or gold.
Heading out the door of his cabin jack shouted. "Mr Gibb we have a new heading"