Chapter 4: Spic-and-span

1974, off the coast of Florida

Will Turner looked around on the top deck of the Pearl, an almost three hundred feet superyacht with an on board movie theater with beds, ten de luxe suits, a pool and a heliport/basketball court, just to mention the things that were obviously noticeable to Will at first glance. Not a little boat, or anything you could hide anywhere or sneak up on anybody with, but Jack said he used it more out of fun, then whatever necessity. It was one of the largest yachts the ex captain of the Flying Dutchman had ever seen, and that with spending over a three hundred years as ferryman to those who perished at sea. Slashing through the water to reach Miami where Elizabeth was waiting for him, at an apparent top speed of thirty knots enabled by the four propellers and the four diesel engines providing an approximate fifty thousand horse power, Will felt increasingly awkward surrounded by jacuzzi, a garden (!?) and the docking port for a specially designed ten person submarine, not to mention his beating heart in his chest that, for him, felt as unnecessary and uncomfortable like frequent hick ups. Thank God for the road signs that indicated the rum cellar where he eventually at least found Jack, who was so kind to offer him a lift when his curse had finally come to an end after Elizabeth managed a way to conjure the god Atlas, Calypso's father, who was unaware of innocent ferrymen being used for the job before and was very angry to discover that his daughter has found new ways of inflicting sexual imprisonment on others, not just Odysseus. "Far from me to refuse enjoying the pleasures Jack, but how is it you've got so much money? Haven't the funds gathered with piracy majorly suffered from the thirties depression and haven't you and Elizabeth lost most of your money each time you had to change identities?"

"British Intelligence, mate," he pulled Will back up with him towards the sundeck with a bottle of rum. Some things never change, even if the make of the rum does.

"British? Since when do you call yourself British, even if you are? And why do you speak proper English?"

"Hah, no, you've missed much, haven't you? Lizzie couldn't fill you in those days you've seen her? Must've been too busy with other things. Secret Intelligence Service I mean. You have no idea how much they pay for privateers. It was me mate, James' idea during the second world war. He told them he has connections with the pirate king and that we could provide any spy service they pay us for, actually the highest bidder and they turned out to be the highest bidder after all. During that period, meself, Elizabeth, James, Gibbs and your son William would provide most of the imagery intelligence activities, you know, distance and aerial photography and maps. We basically were the Royal Air Force Photographic Reconnaissance Unit ourselves, and we do provide some of the same services today, including those with a satellite."

"Since when does Captain Jack Sparrow take orders from something like an equivalent of the navvy?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow doesn't, it's Sebastian Jairo, who does if it pleases him, but only so. Me current name, mate. And it was fun, it was all fun, like old pirate times especially when we used to do little titbits for the army as well. There was this combined services parachute operation to destroy the radar station at Bruneval in North France. We succeeded there as well. After that, we were supposed to assassinate Hitler. Obviously, we didn't get any money for that…then they sent us to the concentration camps to gather information. You know the two Jewish inmates that escaped from Auschwitz-Birkenau and made it safely to Czechoslovakia? One of them, Rudolf Vrba, submitted a report to the Papal Nuncio in Slovakia which was forwarded to the Vatican…"

"Don't tell me that was you," Will asked incredulously.

"Well, it wasn't my favorite past time, but things you do for a few coins. Hated it anyway, Nazis, killing for just the sake of killing, I'll never understand that, but..." His words were lost as the sound of rotor blades close by made them impossible to be heard. "I should've known she couldn't wait," Jack added more to himself than anybody else. With Lizzie's helicopter on board and with Will back in the land of...well, land, he couldn't really tell how his relationship with the still pirate king would go now. James could share well and Lizzie was always up for a change, but what about the one who had been forced to practically live the life of a eunuch, bar for one day in ten years?

Tbc