Elizabeth looked down to the water rushing past the bow of the Black Pearl, as she cut her way through like a hot knife through butter.
"What ye watchin', lass?" She heard Joshamee Gibbs' voice, as he leaned up against the railing to look.
Elizabeth pointed in delight. "Dolphins! They have been practically dancing in the water's wake since we left port in Tripoli!" They both watched the beautiful sleek animals as they accompanied the dark ship out to open sea, occasionally jumping up in the water, nearly in flight as their gray faces smiled.
"That's a good omen, Miss Elizabeth! Dolphins are always good luck," Gibbs smiled. Such a beautiful sight on this sunny morning.
Elizabeth laughed and said, "Joshamee, why is it that you always said that a woman aboard a ship is bad luck?"
Mr. Gibbs grinned down at her, a lovely sight with her shining hair and happy eyes, and replied, "I have come t' find out tha' one ain't necessarily true. I thinks now tha' sometimes bad luck jus' happens t' some folks..."
She saw him turn to look at the captain of the Black Pearl at the helm, wheel in hand, talking to Will Turner at his side.
Bad luck had followed Jack Sparrow like a shadow in the past year... but this morning there were dolphins, and they were bodacious good luck... just like the young couple that the captain had taken such a shine to.
It would be a fine morning at sea. He watched the dolphins dancing with the mighty Black Pearl.