Hey all! Quick update for you before I head on out to not go to school today, lol. Well, I'm going to school, I'm just missing all of my classes to go to the jr, highs to do our musical previews for the show this year... I left too much time to get ready this morning and I've had this saved for about a week now, and I wanted to update. So here ya go!Short chapter, but there are a few more longe ones in the future.

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blacklabluver
Of course there's a chapter three! lol.. This isn't gonna be a seriously long fic like some of my others, but it's like my little pet project. I only wanna go up to about the end of DMC with this, so it won't probably go more than 10 or 12 chapters. Shorter story, but it's cute and fun and I'm still glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing again, and enjoy this one, too!

Reviewer
Hehe.. well, when you think about claustrophobia and a phobia of walls, they're sort of the same, right? I don't know... bad attempt there, but oh well! And yes, whenever I write Jack, his thoughts not on the situation at hand usually stray to rum as hey do in the movies, so I have studied his character very well having seen the first movie 82 times and the second 24, lol. I think I've seen the CotBP more than that, but you loose track after all those sleepovers with your pirate loving friends, lol. Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you come back to read more! Woot!

Aranel Cugheil
Yes! The rum is essential. The ending wouln't have been as good without that line, lol. Straying into the mind of Jack Sparrow is an uncertain and dangerous thing, but one can always be sure that they will find rum there, lol. Glad to see you again, too, and thank you for your review! It means a lot! Please read on, and let me know how you felt this chapter went when you're finished!

StellaBella6755
I am, don't worry! It won't be a terribly long fic like I mentioned to blacklabluver above, but I've always wanted a short little thing to work on, and this is it. It was originally a one shot, but I wanted to go a little farther with it. So i did, then I asked the readers if I should continue after the first part, and I am! This'll only go to about the end of DMC though. Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you keep reading!

SparrowsVixon
It is not intended to be a Jack/Elizabeth story; I'm just playing off of the feelings and attrations we got from the movie, sort of like some 'deleted scene' material. I'm keeping it in the light of the movie, not altering any relationships that much unless they have to do with Creda, and she's not going to make them stray from the course of the movie because that's not her purpose, lol. So, it's technically NOT a J/E fic, but it seems like it because I'm keeping in stride with the movie. I'm big on that, lol. THank you for reviewing, and I hope I answered you question! Come back and read some more if you get the chance! Enjoy!

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Chapter Three
Magic Compass

The morning was clear. Several of the new deckhands were scrubbing the deck of the Black Pearl, including Norrington whose face was a little cleaner than the previous night. His ridiculous and destroyed remnants of a once very pompous wig were gone, too, revealing messy long brown hair. Creda sat on a crate next to him swinging her legs absent-mindedly. She just watched him wash the deck, and frankly, Norrington was getting rather annoyed by it.

He thought her to be a relation of Jack's somehow even though she looked nothing like him. She was still just a thorn in his side. He slopped a rag down on the deck getting water splashed in his face, and the girl laughed to him. He slowly turned, giving her a mean glare. She giggled more. Norrington was about to open his mouth when Jack walked by with Elizabeth.

"Good job, gents," he said. "Make 'er shine. Morning, luv," he said to the girl as he passed. "Keeping the ex-commodore some company?"

Elizabeth touched her head silently with a smile as she went by, too. "Aye, sir!" Creda said attentively to them both.

"Good girl. Gibbs!"

Creda looked back down at Norrington. He watched Elizabeth go with a softer expression, but he still felt the girl's eyes on him. He looked over at her again.

"Make 'er shine!" she yelled, pointing at him.

Jack looked over with Elizabeth and Gibbs at the scream, Norrington giving her a very impatient snarl.

"Commodore!"

Norrington and Creda looked over at Jack. "You heard the girl!" Jack said with a warning tone.

Norrington desperately wanted to speak out against his command, but being bound by the life and ways of a naval officer, he dare not say a word against a captain's orders unless he wanted punishment. And being as he was under the command of a pirate captain, punishment meant anything less than civil or humane.

With another glance at Creda ("Make 'er shine!" she repeated), she looked back down at the deck, scrubbing the boards beneath him.

Gibbs stood looking at Creda carefully. "Is that the lass from Tortuga?" Jack was silent. "Jack, why did you bring her aboard?"

"I did no such thing," he said matter-of-factly. "She stowed away."

"We can't have a child aboard!" Gibbs said in hushed outrage. "I drew the line at women!" Elizabeth gave Gibbs a look for his petty offense.

"And she's a darling child," Elizabeth said in Creda's defense. "You won't touch her."

"Stand down, man," Jack said to his first mate. "Next trip round we'll put her back on dry Tortuga land." He turned back to Elizabeth. "Now I believe, Miss Swann, you mentioned something or the other of Letters of Marque in my name?"

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Jack successfully detained the pardon letters from Elizabeth, but she did not retaliate as he had hoped. Instead, he went to the upper deck, and Creda jumped up away from Norrington's side, running after him. Sure they were nearing the Isla Cruces, Jack pulled out his scope to see if its mass was lining the horizon yet. Suddenly, a sharp yank came at his tailcoat. Creda stood behind him with outstretched arms.

"I want to see!" she said.

Jack looked back out at the ocean. "Not right now."

"I want to see!" Creda relentlessly pulled on his coattails more. He finally gave in.

"All right all right! Here." Jack picked her up and stood her on a barrel near the railing, handing her the telescope. She leaned forward eagerly, and he quickly threw his hand out in front of her so she wouldn't fall overboard.

"So what do you see?"

"Water… sky… clouds…"

"Me, too," Jack said blatantly.

Creda turned away from the water, looking around the deck of the ship at the crewmembers. Norrington was still scrubbing the deck, Pintel and Ragetti were messing with some ropes, and Elizabeth was looking at Jack's compass. Creda gave Jack back his eyeglass immediately and hopped off the barrel. He gave her a strange look as she ran down the stairs and over to Elizabeth who knelt to greet her, showing her the compass.

Of all things. Why didn't I see that coming?

His watchful eye stayed on them as Elizabeth led the child to the opposite side of the ship talking to her. Creda held the compass now. Jack just went back to looking for the island.

"It's a magic compass," Creda said to Elizabeth as they walked.

"A magic compass, hmm?" Elizabeth said, humoring her.

"Jack says it doesn't point N," Creda told her. "It points to what you really want." She lowered her voice. "I don't think it does. I hate walls. I want some money so I can buy me a bread."

"Bread?" Elizabeth asked. "You're that hungry?"

Creda nodded.

"Well let's go visit the galley, shall we?" Elizabeth asked, taking her hand. "Jack can spare us a few bites."

The girl jumped happily as they walked, and Elizabeth laughed with her.

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