The deck of the Black Pearl was an eerie calm in the middle of the night. The crew had taken to their respective sleeping quarters; a low rumble of snoring could be heard drifting into the night breeze. The moonlight glistened off the ship, making her glow as the stars reflected in the water. The truly beautiful sight that was only admired by the one left at the helm, both his hands tightly on the wheel. His dark eyes stayed fixed on the horizon, fingers clenching the wood beneath his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Captain?" The man blinked and looked down before turning to look over his shoulder, hands never leaving the wheel.
"Aye? What is it Gibbs." The older man approached his captain carefully, stepping to his side, admiring the night as well.
"I'll take over for ye if you'd like, not much going on anyways." Gibbs chuckled, motioning to the calm waters. The captain narrowed in thought before shaking his head, turning back to his previous stance. Gibbs sighed.
"Jack, you've been out here at the helm for near three days. Ye need rest."
"I have to stay here."
"Jack-" Gibbs was cut off when he saw Jack pull the compass off his belt and hold it before him, clasping both hands over the small object and closing his eyes before flipping the top open. Both men watched as the arrow spun in circles before abruptly stopping, pointing directly before them. Jack looked up and stared at the horizon again, tears now rimming his kohl lined eyes. He looked back down before quickly shutting the compass.
"I have to find her."