General Disclaimer: That damned possessive mouse refuses to give me my pirate! Any character or scene you recognize does not belong to me however i do own the creative lisence to twist the story into my own personal happy fanfiction addicted mind...i have the papers to proove it see? (waves paper around)
jack: that's a forgery luv
me: pirate!
A/N: please read the author's note at the end of the first story if you have not already it will explain further chapters...or lack thereof. Also i realized there is a large time frame missing here if Jack is to be captain for 13 years before being taken by the kraken...about ten years worth if you count the ages since jack most likely became captain at 19 and then sailed for a year before making the deal so i'm going to take creative lisence here and say the deal was 6 years. That's supposed to be the devil's number anyway isn't it? anyway please review and let me know how you think the story's coming along!
Alina and Jack scurried to hide behind the pillar in front of them. They were whizzing their way through a Turkish prison with some sort of cloth parchment that Jack had stuffed into his coat pocket.
Jack, who had opted to leave Alina on the ship on this short excursion of his, had finally learned his lesson that leaving her behind would result in a series of events that he may find less than pleasurable. A few of these being crabs in his bed, salt water soaked sheets, slop in his soup; and the worst of them all…rum overboard. Yes, Jack had learned his lesson once and for all, and it only took him a year to do it.
He motioned with his head to a pile of coffins and smirked at her disgusted look. Anyone could plainly see the 'I-told-you-to-stay-behind' look on his face. Alina ignored it and sauntered up to a coffin that had not yet been nailed and opened the lid. Upon seeing the occupant she motioned for Jack to get in first with a smirk of her own.
Jack climbed in lying on his back and held out a hand to help Alina get settled on top as he grinned widely at the situation. Soon they were snuggled in tight with the lid closed and heard the nails locking them in.
"Cozy?" Jack whispered into her ear causing shivers to roll down her spine.
"Quite" She whispered back and, much to her pleasure, causing the same reaction in him, "…Though I must say the dead guy staring at my face is quite the turn-off" She added as an afterthought.
"Ah the price we pay." Jack mumbled as they felt themselves being lifted and heaved off the side of the cliff. "Ali darlin' try yer best to cover yer ears."
"Why?" She asked as he used his left hand to push her ear into his chest while firing a shot with his right hand. "Oh." She mumbled as they sat up and she could hear a faint ringing in her ears.
"Sorry mate, mind if we take a side trip? Didn't think so." Jack answered himself as he disconnected a leg bone and began rowing to the pearl. Alina rolled her eyes and climbed aboard behind Jack.
"Not quite according to plan?" Gibbs asked throwing the leg Jack had handed him over board.
"Complications arose," Jack began,
"Ensued," Alina continued,
"We're overcome." They both finished.
"So you got what you came for then?"
"Mmm-hmm." They hummed in unison.
Gibbs sighed and rubbed his temples, "Ye both have got to stop doing that, the crew's startin ta think yer two sharing the same brain."
"Absolutely." They both replied, smirking in unison.
"So what was it we got from there anyway?" Alina asked Jack.
"Ah." He pulled out the cloth from his jacket pocket and held it up triumphantly earning confused and slightly aggravated looks from the crew.
"Captain?" Gibbs began being the brave one to step forth.
"Ahem!" Alina coughed glaring at Gibbs.
"Cap-tains," Gibbs corrected and Alina lessened her glare, "the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta goin all pear shaped and reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it…"
"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." Leech continued as Gibbs paused.
"And the hurricane!" Marty piped in as the crew chimed, 'ay!'
"All in all," Gibbs concluded, "it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating.
Alina glared once more yet chuckled internally at the old man's phrasing. Honest pirating? Since when are pirates honest? Weren't they supposed to be dishonest? Was that not the point of Jack's entire speech at the Isla de Muerta? So soon the pirates forget their lessons. Watch out for the honest…many times even they are planning their own hidden agenda. Honestly, honesty does not exist among those who claim to be honest as honesty has long since been claimed and defeated by dishonesty, and dishonesty will always tend to the basic needs one needs.
Alina shook herself out of her imaginative stupor to watch the rest unfold.
"Shiny?" Jack asked, "Is that how you're all feeling then? That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving you best interests as cap- I mean co-captain? Sorry love." He murmured to her. Alina smiled, she had trained him well.
"Rawk! Walk the plank!"
"What did the bird say?!" Alina and Jack yelled at the same time, Jack pulling a pistol and aiming while he yelled.
"Do not blame the bird!" Leech exclaimed, "Show us what is on that piece of cloth there." At this moment Jack the monkey chose to jump down and steel the cloth from Jack. Jack responded by trying to shoot the damned monkey.
"For the love of God Jack you know he's the undead, that doesn't do any good." Alina scolded.
"Does me." He mumbled while Marty picked up the cloth.
"It's a key."
"No!" Jack intervened, "Much more better, it is a drawing of a key." The crew stared on blankly.
"Gentlemen." Alina chimed catching on to Jack's thinking, "What do keys do?"
"Keys, unlock tings?" Leech answered in a question, letting his accent show causing Alina to smuggle a laugh behind her hand.
"And whatever the key unlocks," Gibbs began to catch on, "inside there's something valuable…so we're setting out to find whatever it is this key unlocks."
"No." Alina interrupted.
"No?" Gibbs asked.
"If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks," Jack replied.
"So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked," Alina continued to be interrupted by Jack,
"Which we don't have,"
"Without first having found the key what unlocks it?" Alina finished. By this time the words phrased in this order and the back and forth babble of their co-captains had given the crew much of a headache and more than a little confusion.
"So…we're going after this key?" Gibbs asked attempting to clarify.
"You're not making any sense at all. Any more questions?"
"So do we have a heading?" Marty asked exasperated with all the insensible chattering.
"Ah, a heading. Set sail in a general…umm…that way, direction." He turned and went to the helm after pointing causing Alina to furrow her brow in confusion. Since when does Jack not know where to go? She thought. "Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works!" Jack hollered when he realized no one was moving.
"I noticed lately, the captain seems to be acting a bit strange…er" Marty whispered to Gibbs unknowingly within Alina's hearing and voicing her own thoughts.
"Setting sail without knowing his own heading. Something's got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack sparrow, bodes ill for us all.
Alina cast a worried glance at her friend and made a mental note to have a nice long talk with him about what in the name of all that was crooked was going on.