"Oh" Jack said, as Davy Jones stood in front of us, our crew was held at knife point all facing towards us.
"You both have a debt to pay. You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement" He said, I couldn't stop looking at his beard type thing. It was so gross.
"I never was captain, so I think I should be left out of this" I was glared at so promptly shut up
"Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon" Jack said.
"Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless! Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" His crew laughed.
"You have our payment. One soul to serve on your ship is already over there"
"One soul is not equal to another, and even if it was you'd still be one short" Where's Elizabeth when you need her.
"Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principle, now we're just haggling over price" Jack exclaimed.
"Price? Pttt" Davy Jones asked.
"Just how many souls do you think our souls are worth?" I asked.
"One hundred souls, three days-uh" He said.
"You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy, I'll get started right off" Jack said trying to leave but one of the fish people stopped him.
"I keep the boy. A good-faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go. Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!" He and his crew laughed.
"Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano. Worth at least four... maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention... he's in love. With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed" Jack slowly circled Jones "Dividing him from her and her from him... would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?" Jack spoked in Jones's ear. It looked like it almost worked, but the Jones face hardened and he said.
"I keep the boy. Ninety-nine souls-uh. But I wonder, you two, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man - a friend-uh - to a lifetime of servitude, in your name while you roam free?"
We both thought for a minute.
"Yeah" I said.
"I'm good with it" Jack smiled and said "Shall we seal it in blood? I mean... mm-mm – ink?"
Jones grabbed both of our hands, I closed my eyes trying to ignore the horrible sensation of his slime over my hand. Jack made a noise at the feeling.
I looked down at my hand when he released it and just as I thought it was covered in goo. Thank you Davy Jones just what I wanted.
"Three days" Jones said, and his crew repeated it.
Once they were gone I looked at my hand again to see the black spot disappearing underneath all the goo.
"Oh Mr Gibbs?" Jack called.
"Aye" I wiped my hands on Gibbs shirt, and Jack did they same.
"Uh, I feel sullied and unusual" Jack said.
"You look it to" I snickered, I was glared at and tried to control myself. These people just need to be picked on, it's not my fault if I need some comedic relief once in a while.
"And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-nine souls in three days?" Gibbs asked.
"Fortunately, he was mum as the condition in which these souls need be" I said.
"Ahh … Tortuga" Gibbs caught on.
"Tortuga" Jack repeated.
As soon as we got to Tortuga we went into a tavern and set up a booth, where Gibbs would get more souls- I mean sailors.
Jack and I sat down at a bench, a little way away from the booth and tried to make Jack's compass work.
"Let me try" I said, as I took the compass and shook it vigorously. I then opened it and it pointed straight at Jack. I gasped and shut it.
"It's broken" I declared and handed it back over, he shook it a couple of times muttering to himself.
"How we going?" I asked Gibbs
"Including those four? That gives us – four!" He replied. The next person stepped forward.
"And what's your story?" Gibbs asked.
"My story... it's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the Seven Seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life" That voice sounded familiar.
Familiar as if I've heard that voice with a stupid wig on his head.
I think Jack realised who it was as well, as we ducked behind a plant.
"Commodore?" Gibbs asked, finally catching onto who it was.
"No, not anymore, weren't you listening? I nearly had you all, off Tripoli. I would have, if not for the... hurricane" Norrington said, taking a swig from the bottle that was on the table. That was my rum.
"Lord. You didn't try to sail through it?" He clearly did, what an idiot.
"So do I make your crew, or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice!" Norrington pushed the table over, and the music stopped as everyone turned to look at what happened.
Jack and I were stealthily hiding behind a plant. Making our getaway, of course it didn't work out exactly how we planned.
"So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow and Becca Partridge?" Norrington pointed his gun at us "Or should I just kill you both now?"
We backed up behind a post, trying to confuse him. But it didn't work.
"You're hired" Jack said.
"Sorry. Old habits and all that" Two of our newest crew members grabbed Norrington's gun so that it shot upwards, ricocheted off the chandelier, and into some man's rum bottle. The man then hit some other man and the brawl started.
"Time to go?" Jack said.
"Aye" We made our way through the crowd, towards the stairs.
I snatched a hat off someone's head and gave it to Jack, but it didn't look right so I threw it down the stairs. We made our way up and Jack stopped people throwing someone over the balcony.
"Carry on" Jack said, after he took his hat. We continued out of the tavern and onto the docks.
I was walking with Jack, making sure everything was going according to plan.
"Sparrow, Partridge" Some one called from behind us. Jack and I continued walked.
"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard" Jack said.
"I'm here to find the man I love" I choked on my rum. Jack gave me a panicked look and I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry love, but this man is all mine, plus he doesn't go for someone who lacks the feminine attributes" I said.
"Meaning William Turner" Oh no.
"Elizabeth" Jack said.
"Hide the rum" I shoved my bottle towards Gibbs and he ran on the ship. I looked at her, for some reason she was dressed as a man. Well I can't really talk but I never thought she had it in her.
"You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin" I whacked Jack over the head. Pervert.
"Jack. I know Will came to find you two. Where is he?" She asked us.
"We are truly unhappy to have to tell you this but... through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with us, poor William has been press-ganged into Davy Jones' crew" Jack said.
"Davy Jones?" Elizabeth asked. She obviously didn't believe us.
"Yes darling. There's only one" I said.
"Oh, please. The captain of the Flying Dutchman" Norrington said after he finished being sick, I cringed as he came close to us.
"You look bloody awful" I said.
"What are you even doing here" Jack asked.
"You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax" I took that insult to heart.
"You smell funny" I said.
"Not funny, bad" Jack joined in.
"Really bad" I said, holding my nose.
"So bad that -"
"Jack! Becca!" I looked to see Elizabeth looking annoyed, well sorry Elizabeth but I don't care about you.
"All I want is to find Will" My eyes lit up at those words.
"Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?" I said.
"Course"
"Because I would think, you'd want to find a way to save Will the most" Jack said, handing me the compass.
"And you have a way of doing that?" She asked.
"Well there is a chest" Jack started.
"Oh, dear" Norrington said.
"Shut up smelly" I glared at him.
"A chest of unknown size and origin" Jack continued. Pintel and Ragetti walked past carrying a crate of bottles and overheard the conversation.
"What contains the still-beating heart o' Davy Jones" Pintel said. Ragetti mimicked a heart with his hand.
"And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including... saving brave William from his grim fate" I said, pulling a sad face, as though I actually cared about what I was saying.
"You don't actually believe them, do you?" Norrington asked.
"Go and do something useful" I snapped at him.
"How do we find it?" Elizabeth asked, we had her hook line and sinker.
"With this. Our Compass... is unique" I said, showing it to her.
""Unique" here having the meaning of broken" Norrington said.
"True enough. This Compass does not point north" Jack continued for me, seeing as I was doing everything possible not to start strangling Norrington. Thankfully he went and vomited over the side.
"Where does it point?" Elizabeth asked.
"It points to the thing you want most in this world" I said.
"Oh Becca! Are you telling the truth?" I scoffed as though the thought that I wasn't was completely out of this world.
"Every word, love. And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?" I said.
"To save Will" She said.
"By finding the chest of Davy Jones" Jack said. I put the compass in Elizabeth's hands and opened it. I quickly backed away, pushing Jack as well.
Jack walked over slowly, as to not influence the compass.
"Mister Gibbs!" Jack called.
"Cap'n" He replied.
"We have our heading"
"Finally! Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and prow that canvas!"
We let Elizabeth board the Pearl before us, and we were on our way. I did not want to be eaten alive by some giant squid. And if allowing Elizabeth to be in a twenty foot radius of my rum was the only way. Then so be it.
Now where was Gibbs? I was feeling a bit thirsty.
AN: My character obviously loves her rum, she's carrying a bit of a grudge. Lol.