A/N Sorry about the long wait guys, loads of chapters will be up by tonight. My wi-fi's been up and down so though I've been writing, It just hasn't been uploaded ^.^
"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack called his first mate while standing at the wheel of his beloved Black Pearl.
"Aye cap'n?" Gibbs replied shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Where on Earth did you put that godforsaken bottle?"
"In the cabin as always." Gibbs rolled his eyes. The bottle the Pearl had been freed from just two years previous was always kept within close proximity of Jack for something to take out his anger on. The bottle was cursed and so could never be damaged, it had taken a long quest to find magic strong enough to free the Pearl and so nobody had the effort to free all the others.
"Good because I want to shoot something." Jack said flailing his hands around in an irritated fashion.
"Don't be wasting your shots now Jack." Gibbs said shaking his head.
"Ah but the shots are not wasted if the man who does the wasting is angry and therefore not wasting the wasted shot that is not to be wasted." Jack nodded strolling to the cabin.
"Aye! Wait… What?" Gibbs frowned.
Jack slammed the cabin door shut behind him and all that could be heard was three loud shots from a pistol before he reappeared on deck.
"The captain seems so agitated lately…" Marty whispered to Gibbs, leaning over the side of the boat.
"It be due to some odd pains he's been having for around two years now." Gibbs explained.
"Pains? Is he ill?" Marty raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"No, no… Jack has a theory you see: He believes that somehow a voo-doo doll of himself be floating the ocean."
"Voo-doo?" Marty almost laughed. "There's no such thing!"
"Well I argued the same point to him, but after a brief encounter with Blackbeard and his troublesome daughter I'd say to expect the unexpected."
"Blackbeard had a daughter?" Marty frowned.
"She be a beauty whom Jack had an unfortunate run in with at a Spanish convent. She's clever though and once Blackbeard had died, Jack had to maroon 'er on an island." Gibbs recounted.
"Spanish convent?" Marty rubbed his head.
"He mistook it for a brothel!" Gibbs smirked.
"How very… Him." Marty smiled.
"Aye… What's clear is that she left him due to 'is own doings." Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"She left him?" Marty laughed.
"Well let it be said that Jack may have had stirrings… Not quite feelings as twer, just stirrings…" Nodded Gibbs stroking his stubble thoughtfully.
"Man..." Marty shook his head and wondered back to his station.
For around an hour or so, the crew worked efficiently with Jack shouting orders now and then before glancing down at his compass. The red arrow spun in all directions, leaving Jack frustrated. He shook it several times whispering to himself "I know what I want I know what I want" over and over again.
"Cap'n, we be sailing without a heading. Have you anything to go on?" Gibbs said leaning against the wheel.
"Patience is a virtue which you apparently do not have Joshamee Gibbs. I shall have our heading in due course." Jack said pacing along the deck.
"Aye aye." Gibbs said tilting the wheel slightly and crossing his legs.
Jack rubbed his head in frustration, closing his eyes to focus.
"Gibbs!" Marty whispered, sneaking over to the wheel. "Any idea where we're headed?
"Not a clue." Gibbs shook his head, taking a swig from his hip-flask.
"Any idea where we actually are?" Marty frowned.
"Not a clue." Gibbs repeated.
Marty rubbed his head and returned back to his post.
"I know what I want I know what I want." Jack muttered.
"Then what is it?" Jack replied to himself.
"I'm working on that." Jack rolled his eyes.
"So you don't know what you want?"
"Ah, but I do."
"What is it!?"
" Something."
"You want… Something?"
"Yes!"
"Which way is something?"
"I dunno. That's what the compass is for. And IT'S NOT BLOODY WORKING!
"Then where else will you go? Tortuga?"
"Why not? There's rum there."
"Then it's settled, go to Tortuga."
"MR. GIBBS!" Jack yelled.
"Aye sir?" Gibbs replied.
"We make sail to Tortuga."
"What for captain? And which way be that, we have no way of telling where we are?" Gibbs quizzed.
"Rum to the first and…" Jack licked a finger a held it up briefly before pointing East "That way to the second."
"I hear ya cap'n. MAKE SAIL YOU FILTHY DOGS!"