Elizabeth watched as the compass continued to point directly at her and part of her wanted to point at Jack like a little child and go 'haha', but something inside of her turned oddly and she'd never admit it, but it was even pleasent. Some sort of butterfly reaction in her stomach and that shouldn't happen. She was married and to an amazing man, just because he was gone for ten years was no reason to look toward other men. Although, deep down Elizabeth knew the reason she was so...interested in Jack was not because of the mere fact that her husband was away but because - well, deep down she always had been.

Of course, that was something she'd never admit to, not even to herself. She was about to say something - or at least she looked like she was, her mouth was half open when Jack jumped up and made small dingy shake slightly on the deep sea and Elizabeth couldn't help but reach out toward one of the edges to hang on in case he should decide to move again and tip the small thing.

At first she figured he was just trying to aviod the topic at hand and she was thankful for that. There was no point in well - discussing something that would never happen. It just wouldn't. End of story. Her eyes looked toward where Jack was pointing and then went wide.

"You think it's the Pearl?" She asked, also standing up in the small vessel, not a very bright idea as it tipped and swayed even more, causing Elizabath to stumble slightly and reach out to the nearest thing for support - Jack's arm.

---

Needless to say, Jack was very glad something actually had popped up on the horizon. He grabbed his little telescope from where it was on his belt and pulled it out, placing it to one eye. He squinted into the contraption, staring out at sea. What color were the sails, what color were the sails? Jack leaned forward a bit more, rocking the dingy even more. He nearly fell completely over when Elizabeth decided to jump up as well. He swayed, trying to find his footing before he toppled off the small boat. It was he felt a warm hand grasp his arm that he became firm, his muscles tightening under the touch. He glanced back over his shoulder, down to her hand. A miniature grin formed on his features as his eyes moved up to clash with hers.

Before returning his eyes back to the boat in the distance, Jack swung his arm around Elizabeth's waist, playing off the impression that he was trying to keep her from falling. His telescope returned back to his eye, the grin still on his face. Sure enough, once a good gust of wind had shoved them towards the vessel on the horizon, Jack saw the color of the sails. Black. Even before then, the captain had known it was his ship. He could never mistake the Pearl.

"That's her." He said, a hidden sort of glee in his voice.

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Elizabeth was too interested what was head of them to even notice the look on Jack's face as his arm fell to her waist. She was too excited at the mere thought of it actually being the Pearl. She saw that Jack had his telescope out so all she could do now was wait for him to say whether or not the ship had the famous black sails that one would always know as the Black Pearl. She tightened her grip on his shoulder slightly as a way of keeping from tipping the small boat even more. Her mind was completely on other things than their previous conversation.

When he admitted it was the Pearl Elizabeth wanted to jump up and scream for joy, but that would definitely end up with them both in the dark waters below them. So instead she settled for a grin as she looked toward Jack with relief and excitement.

"Alright, so let's start rowing." She said, as she sat back down, only then realizing the feel of Jack's touch once it was gone and a small shiver ran down her spine, one she did her best to ignore.

---

Well that was very strange. It seemed Elizabeth had been to excited in finding the Pearl that she hadn't noticed him settle his arm comfortably around her waist. Though, it was nice to see someone who was nearly as happy to see the famous vessel as he was. Most were filled with fear or dread, their face drenched with a frown as shouted for backup, or turned their ships in the other direction. Jack could tell Elizabeth found the Pearl somewhat as a home to her, or if she didn't, at least she should. She had been aboard countless times, traveling with it's captain and...Will.

Sparrow glanced down at her after she had sat down. With a last smile at the horizon, he tucked away his telescope and sank down into the dingy again to snatch up an oar. He grumbled something about wishing the wind would be more feirce, and dipped it onto the water. Jack didn't rush or become overly excited. He simply rowed the pitiful dingy towards his much large, much better vessel that was, unfortunately, being captained by the living dead. Alright, so he was actually alive again..but he wouldn't be as soon as Jack Sparrow was aboard again.

---

Elizabeth grabbed the other oar that sat on the wooden floor below them and started paddling. She kept her eye out for the familiar ship that was head of them as she felt her arms grow slightly strained at the rate she was rowing, but that didn't matter. Soon they'd be on a much larger and better vessel than what they were on now and that was way worth the tired arms she was going to have. She took in a small breath and thought of all the possible outcomes of what would happen when they got on ship. Barbossa was going to be anything but happy to see Jack back on his ship - or Jack's ship. However that worked these days.

She looked over toward Jack for a moment who looked rather peaceful and in no real hurry about getting to the ship. Jack never really seemed to be in a hurry for anything. She somewhat wished she could have that sense of peace - but she highly doubted he was considered peace. Hangover or lack of interest maybe, but peace was highly doubtful.

"Where are we going once we are on the ship?" She asked, figuring he'd take over - or at least try to - once they were on the Pearl.

---

At Elizabeth's sense of urgency, Jack seemed to slow down his pace of rowing, just to tease her. Although, after awhile he picked up speed, finding he was rather eager to get aboard his precious ship once more. It had been a good while since Barbossa had stolen her again. Believe him when Jack said he had rowed these seas a couple times in search of the Pearl, but only ended back up at Tortuga, defeated, and in need of rum and a good wench. Though he didn't see to show it, the pirate was indeed very glad to see he had finally come upon her. Boy was Barbossa going to get a mouthful.

"Well," Jack began to reply as he rowed. "We're going to take back my ship, and then we are heading back to Tortuga to round up the crew. Then, love, we're going to the Foutain of Youth." He didn't explain any further, as they were coming up on the ship now and needed to do so silently.

It wasn't too long, considering that the wind was on their side today, that they came quietly upon the large black sailed vessel. Jack reached out to grab the rope than hung down from the ship, a smile stained on his lips. He wasn't thinking about how hard it may be for them to win back the Black Pearl. Jack never thought about the future until he was right up on it. He turned back to Elizabeth, raising one finger to his lips to signal for her to keep quiet, and then he offered his hand to her. They were going to have to be sneaky.

---

Fountain of Youth, that actually existed? Elizabeth had heard stories of the place and even heard Jack speak of it a time or two, but she just figured he was making something up. Apparently he wasn't - or at least he didn't think so. When she saw him slow down on his rowing she gave a mock glare and then smiled slightly before pulling her attention away from the captain and focused on the ship once more.

Before she knew it they were near the large vessel - compared to their's - and Jack was standing up to grab the rope. She stood up as well, setting the oar down on the floor of the dingy again. She did her best to keep her balance as she waited to see what Jack was going to do next. When he held his hand out she took it rather quickly, something inside her was growing to trust Jack more and more and that was a bit strange for her - but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

"How do you plan on getting up there?" She asked in a soft whisper, standing close to him so as not to be heard by anyone that may be near by.

---

"Watch." Jack whispered to her as he tugged on the rope, making sure it was sturdy. He had noticed how quickly she had taken his hand, and he instantly pulled her to him. "Hold on to me and keep quiet." He told her as he raised one foot onto the side of the vessel, trying his best to do this in a snappy fashion before someone noticed them. After he was sure Elizabeth holding tight, he lifted the two of them up the side of the Pearl. He used every muscle in his strong arms as he pulled them both up very quietly.

Sparrow stifled a few groans of pain and struggle as he held them suspending against the boat. He silently peeked over the break in the railing where you could board the Pearl. His eyes darted from side to side to see who was up on deck. Luckily, Barbossa wasn't at the wheel, and there were very few crew members anyway. This might be easy, but it was very doubtful.

---

Elizabeth felt his whisper go through her spine and she just hoped he hadn't noticed her shiver slightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung closely to him to make it as easy as possible for him to bring them up the side of the large ship. She was amazed at the strength and almost grace he showed in pulling them both up the side of the vessel without a sound.

Her eyes locked on him for a moment as if she were in a trance, but she quickly looked away and glanced around the deck to see if anyone was up there. She didn't see the 'captain' himself, but she did see a few crew members. She figured since they were high enough as it was, she'd pull herself up onto the ship itself, she could at least do that much.

She took one arm from around Jack's neck and grabbed the side of the ship's railing before pushing herself up onto the deck completely, taking a quick glance around. None of the small crew seemed to take notice of the new arrival so she looked back at Jack and offered her hand with a smirk, "I'm not as helpless as when you first met me, Mr. Sparrow. A lot has changed."

--

"We need to be heading south, no - Southeast." A man with a shaggy beard looked over a couple maps, of course, not the one he actually needed. That was being help by a certain man that he had left behind at Tortuga - no this was just a map that he hoped would lead them in the right direction. As of right now, Barbossa was standing in his captain's quarters just trying to past the time as they sailed - hoping his new crew wouldn't get restless if they realized he wasn't exactly sure where they were to head to next.

---

Jack watched, still clinging to the side of his own stolen ship, as Elizabeth mounted the thing as discreetly as possible. His eyes narrowed at her, but a smile was forming underneath his dark mustache. "So it has." He murmured, softly chuckling at the fact that he could almost see clear up her dress a few times. Yes, a lot had changed. Elizabeth was now married to William, who was...dead...sort of. She was no longer a virgin, and had become quite a pirate to boot. Jack would admit that this new and improved Elizabeth Turner was a lot more attractive, at least to filthy pirates like him.

He took her hand, though he didn't really need to as he pulled himself easily up the side of the Pearl. Taking a glance around with his dark brown eyes, he seemed catious, like he was expecting to get caught. Seeing it was safe, he straightened up a bit, his smile revealing his few golden teeth among his pearly white ones. It was just good to be back on his precious vessel, even if it was infested with someone else's crew and their "captain". Hopefully nothing had been changed since he had been the comandor of it. It there was even one tiny thing that was different, Sparrow was sure to shoot the head off of something.

"Prepare any weapons, be on your toes, love. Barbossa and his scraggely beard might put up a fight." He whispered to Elizabeth.

In a quite jolly manner, Jack Sparrow sauntered over to the wheel of his ship. He touched it rather affectionately, his fingers running over the polished wood like he was caressing a woman's flesh. He seemed like something inside him had just been accomplished, simply by being there with the Pearl. Suddenly, he took the wheel firmly in his grib and spun it to the side, causing the entire ship to jolt and swing to one side. Maybe that would get some attention..

---

Elizabeth watched his expression as he climbed onto the ship after her. She didn't have too much time to focus on him now - not that she wanted to. Instead she turned her attention back toward the tiny crew that hadn't even noticed their arrival. In fact, Elizabeth wasn't even sure she had seen any of them as of yet. They must all be below deck relaxing. I mean, it wasn't like the weather was bad enough or windy enough for them to all be on deck and manning their stations. It was actually pretty calm, which meant they probably all were taking a small break before the weather got bad.

Her attention went back toward Jack when he whispered in her ear and yet another shiver ran down her spine, but she just nodded and looked around the deck - spotting a unoccupied sword. She had a dagger strapped to her thigh underneath the dress she wore, but she wasn't going to pull that out until she absolutely had to. That sort of placement of a sharp object was only needed for real emergencies - or close contact with an enemy. She walked over, tiptoeing really, toward the sword and grabbed it, following Jack to the wheel of the ship. She wrapped the sword's holder around her waist as though it were her own, having to adjust the size since whoever had it before her was obviously bigger.

Elizabeth stood next to Jack as he touched the wheel of his proud vessel and then without a warning he turned it, sending the ship and everything - and everyone. Elizabeth with stumbling into Jack as she did her best to keep her balance a bit, she gave an annoyed glance toward the man she now had her arms wrapped around to keep from falling flat on her face, "A little warning would have been great."

She pushed herself back into a standing position as she adjusted herself, making sure she was revealed in any improper places.

--

As he stared down at his maps, focusing quite hard on their location was when he fell over without warning. It had happened so quickly he didn't even have time to react as he found himself on the floor of the captain's suite. He grumbled slightly and then slowly found his footing again, once the ship had stopped it's sharp turn it was in the middle of. He grabbed the nearby counter top where his beloved drink of choice sat with nice glasses, something he had added to the Pearl once it was under his command again.

Someone had turned the ship. Bloody hell. Barbossa thought everyone was below deck getting some rest, no sense having a manned crew in such weather, but obviously someone decided to take things into their own hands. He grabbed his hat and sword before storming out the door and ending up on board, staring right at the wheel of the ship.

"What in the hell are we-" His words fell short when he saw two very familiar people standing at the wheel, one he didn't mind seeing. She was actually turning out to be quite the pirate, but the other he could go the rest of his days without seeing and he'd be happy, "Jack Sparrow? What are you doin' on my ship? Thought I left your drunken arse back in Tortuga."

---

Just as he had expected, Elizabeth was soon toppled over and clinging to him for support. He stood tall and proud, his footing firm on the ship. He hadn't even stumbled an inch, a smile resting on his lips as he looked triumphitly at the woman. He smirked, pulling the ship back into line before the ship became too unbalanced. Going by the shouts of surprise and irritation that arose from the underdeck, Jack could see that he had gotten his deserved attention. After all, he was pretty sure no one had expected the real owner of the Pearl to come paddling after them in a mere dingy and somehow end up on deck again.

Sparrow broke out in a mock smile as Barbossa appeared in the doorway of Jack's office. He patted the wheel of the ship and stepped away from it, his steps swaying across the deck. He had never been one who could walk straight lines. Blame it on the rum.

"Correction. I was not drunken...Yet. And I do believe that this is my ship." He replied, tossing his eyes up and down the pirate's body rather lazily. He was looking as vicious and...downright filthy as ever. Of course Jack would have no problem telling him this later. "So, Hector." He started again, mocking his name. "How've you been? Taking care of me ship, I hope."

Jack stopped, eyes flitting around the deck with that same confident smile. It was like there was not one care in the world. As if he would really be able to tell Barbossa to split, and he actually would. From this angle, just on deck, things seemed fine. No extra addisions to his ship. No hidden crew members about to pop out and slice their throats. Even then, he still peeked back over his shoulder to give Elizabeth a 'keep your eyes open' look.

--

Meanwhile, below deck, Ragetti had just been given a rather rude awakening to his nap. With a groan, he raised his boney form up off the ground, blinked, and then groaned louder. Back down to his knees on the floor, he dropped, patting the floorboards in search of his wooden eye that had unfortunately popped out in the fall. He scrambled away, tossing up boxes and other things that had shifted from the sudden sharp turn they had been given. At first thought, he wondered if they had almost run into something. Perhaps they had been attacked by another ship, or were coming up on one. If so, why hadn't Barbossa called for any of the crew?

Once he had fished his eye out of a coil of old rope, Ragetti blew on it and shoved it back into the empty socket. He stood, brushing himself off and looking around in the darkness, blinking rapidly.

"P-Pintel? What happened?" He called out to his buddy.

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Elizabeth watched as Barbossa walked onto the deck and called Jack out for barging in on 'his' ship. She couldn't help but grin slightly at how Jack put Barbossa in his place. Of course, Elizabeth herself had no real problems with the captain. He had married her and Will after all. Will. Her mind had been completely blank of the man until that very moment. It was on this ship they had been wed, during the pouring rain. She had never felt such a feeling in her heart, but even then she knew something was missing and she couldn't put her finger on it. He was protective, caring, and loving. What more would a woman want? Passion. There was no passion in the things they did together - ever.

She frowned slightly and decide it be best to just push it out of her mind and focus on what was in front of her - and not just Jack. She watched as Barbossa stood his ground and the captain of the Pearl walked toward him with sense of ease and calmness, something most people wouldn't be able to even try to do when coming face to face with that man.

--

Barbossa himself just had a smirk on his face as Jack staggered toward him with his typical stride, "I'm doing quite well. My ship is - well, was - heading in the right direction for my next destination, of course, you changed all that with that wicked turn of the wheel."

His eyes went toward Elizabeth, who Jack had just eyed as well. The situation seemed a bit strange, the two of them going along together, but it really was none of his business. Although he did lean in a gave warning look toward Jack, "Don't be messin' with that girl, Jack. She's better than men like us."

So he was a bit protective of the girl, she seemed kind at heart, not to mention he had been the one to marry her to her current husband. A man worthy of Elizabeth. He cleared his throat and gave a small smile toward Elizabeth, who didn't return it, just kept her eye on the look out around the ship. His old eyes looked back at Jack with a soft glare, "Now get off my ship, Jack Sparrow."

--

He had been sleeping quite soundly, the rum definitely helping his needed nap as he leaned up against one of the many wooden crates holding the beloved liquid. When the ship turn a sudden turn was when another crate came rolling toward him, except it was much smaller and only did enough damage to wake the larger, but shorter man up from his slumber. His vision was a bit blurred when he started to stand up, trying to figure out what was going on up on the deck to make the ship turn so sharply. An attack? Not likely, Barbossa would have said something by now.

He was about to start up toward the deck when he heard his trusty friend call his name, "Ragetti? I - I don't know, lets go up there and take a look."

He smiled, meeting his friend near the door and slapping him on the back before his started up the steps.

---

Jack was quite known for having spits and spats with Hector Barbossa for awhile now. Ever since they had met, really. There wasn't one day in his life that Jack could remember ever being on good terms with the fellow pirate. He did indeed enjoy messing with the man's head in any way he could, although it was clear he liked doing the same thing. Though Jack was very rarely able to have his mind messed with, when it was, it was not enjoyable in the least.

Once Barbossa had mentioned that he had been on the right track to his destination, Sparrow chuckled confidently. He knew where that destination was, since the pirate himself had stolen the maps to said destination. Yes, The Fountain of Youth. Finally, when he had stopped laughing, he pretended to realize that Barbossa wasn't kidding. He looked over his shoulder, out to sea, in the direction they had been heading in before he turned the wheel. His eyes became mockingly wide.

"Oh, you were serious? Well, er, sorry to tell you so, mate, but you were going in the complete wrong direction." He said teasingly. He stopped, grinned and placed his hands on his hips. "I should know."

Well, honestly, Jack had no idea where the right direction was. Not yet, at least. His first quest was to find the very ship he was now standing on. Now he could open the compass and try to find out where the hell the fountain was. Later, after he had kicked Barbossa off his ship again, which, he was just about to do when he leaned close and spoke to him once more. Jack cringed. As if he would even listen to the pirate and actually stop messing with Elizabeth.

"You should tell her that." He whispered back to him, keeping his voice low from Elizabeth's ears. Jack was, of course, making it seem as though she was entirely head over heels for him.

Straightening up, the pirate narrowed his eyes at the theif. His teeth grit irritably behind his lips. He growled softly, cocking his head. "Now that's not very nice, kicking me off my own ship." He replied, mentioned the 'my own ship' rather loudly.

--

Ragetti smiled with that rotten toothed, dorky smile and laughed heartedly as his friend slapped him on the back. The rest of the crew had scrambled aboard deck, rubbing their sore backsides. Once the two had raised up to the deck, the boney crewmember squeezed shut his one real eye against the bright sun. He glanced around for a moment, trying to find out what was going on, when he stopped Elizabeth. He smiled again, raising a hand to wave at the woman kindly.

It was then that he noticed the tension on board. His eyes flickered over to his captain who was face to face with the actual owner of the ship. Ragetti stiffened. "Uh oh." He muttered, knowing well of the friction between the two pirates and captains. This didn't look too good.

---

Elizabeth watched as the two captains spoke, leaning into one another as if to share some sort of secret with one another. She was curious as to what they were talking about, but decided she'd just ask Jack later. He'd probably tell her - or maybe not. Her eyes scanned the crew that was coming up on deck and noticed two old friends. She grinned toward Ragetti and Pintel as they waved in her direction. Those two didn't have much of a brain, even together, but they were still probably the two nicest pirates she had ever met.

Her attention went around to the other crew members, looking slightly sore from their rude awakening. She didn't think any of them looked harmful, in fact it looked as though Barbossa had just grabbed the closest men to the Pearl and threw them into the position of crew. She noticed one was looking around for his sword and that's when she realized she had taken his. Oh well - a pirate should never leave his sword laying around. She bet even Ragetti and Pintel knew that rule.

--

Barbossa looked back toward Elizabeth has Jack spoke his words - she never leave him alone? What, did Jack honestly think he was born yesterday? Didn't matter, whatever Jack was up to was his business as long as he did it elsewhere and Barbossa was about to make sure he did do it elsewhere until the captain mentioned he knew in exactly the direction he was supposed to be going.

"I knew you were the one to take the map," He spoke under his breath to make sure his crew didn't hear that he hadn't really had a map the whole time. He stuck out his hand with a sense of superiority, "Now, hand it over so we can be on our way. You can take that dingy back to Tortuga - Elizabeth is welcome to stay with us until her husband returns in ten years."

Hector really didn't think Jack was going to hand over the map, but his sense of pride just refused to make himself beg. That was not what the legendary Barbossa did. Beg? Absolutely not. Especially not to Jack Sparrow.

--

Pintel stood next to his friend and looked around deck, trying to see if they had been attacked. That's when his vision when toward the wheel where Elizabeth was standing and he waved frantically. She always was a nice lady - and definitely something to look at among all these men. When he looked toward Ragetti he was going to suggest going to say hello the young lass, but the look on his friend's gave him a different idea. His vision went toward the two captains standing on deck looking anything but friendly toward each other.

"It's Jack!" Pintel say excitedly to see his true captain aboard the Pearl. He turned to Ragetti, "Should we go say hello? I'm sure he'll be glad to see us...more than he would Barbossa."

---

His eyes flickered down to Barbossa's open hand, and Jack grimaced. Why did he always have to make things so hard? In all his thirteen-odd years of pirate-hood, and ever since Barbossa had been his first mate so long ago, he had been this difficult. Then again, so had Jack Sparrow. It was clear that neither of them were going to back down, as Jack simply stared at the man's open hand. The maps were hidden somewhere on him, with him at all times. Where, he wasn't going to tell. If Jack couldn't have the Pearl, then Hector couldn't have the maps.

"You were the one to so stupidly leave it out for me to take." He retorted with a grin. They both stole something of one another. They both owed something to one another, yet neither would admit so. They were like two brothers, really. Children.

"Alright, Hector." He started up again, obviously mocking his name again. "How about, I give you the maps, you give me the Pearl?" He tried to bargain. It was a good bargain on his part, because he already had the compass and it would help them get to the destination just as well as senselessly confusing maps would. "Besides...I didn't tie that dingy to anything, so it's likely floating out to sea by now. So unfortunately for you, you're stuck with me."

Jack didn't turn back to look until he realized something and a frown passed over his face. He had left his rum in the dingy. He turned back to see the little thing bobbing on the gentle ocean waves, a good ways from the Pearl. He turned back to Barbossa, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You better not have drinken on my rum."

--

"No, no..wait." Ragetti warned his friend, holding him back with a hand. If there was one good thing Ragetti was good at, it was being slightly smart without even realizing it. He could take a look at a situation, and just be able to blurt out a pretty accurate guess of what had happened. In fact, that's what he was just about to do now.

"Mm. I think...Jack...has come back to retreive the Pearl, since Barbossa stole it back at Tortuga. Barbossa doesn't wanna give it up, and is probably currently teasing Jack about something to do with Elizabeth. See, they keep looking at her. Well, Jack isn't going to back down so I think they're gonna come up with a trade or something. Barbossa should probably just accept and get it over with because I don't think Cap'n Jack is going to be on his merry way any time soon. Look, his dingy is out at sea." When he finished, he smiled confidently with his yellow toothed smile.

---

Pintel watched as his friend explained the situation in front of them. He nodded, seeing everything that was going on. Poor guy, he really wasn't the shiniest sword out there, but he sure did try. Good thing he had his friend around, he'd be in a lot of trouble without him. He smiled over at his friend with his rotten teeth and nodded, "I bet you're right. Jack is going to take back his ship and apparently Elizabeth is here to help him. Good thing, I really did like her. Always knew she had o'bit of pirate in her."

His eyes went toward the dingy floating out to see and gave a sad sort of look. He was a good man at heart, it not a softy to the extreme. "Too bad, looked like a good ole dingy. Could have been ours, you know? For when we come to shore or something. Better any of these around us."

--

The gruff old man stood there with a look of slight malice. No, not a glare. Hector Barbossa did not glare. Especially to someone he saw as lower than him. He reached up and stratched his chin through the thinning beard, still keeping his other hand held out, not really expecting Jack to hand them over without some sort of bargain. He was a pirate after all and even Barbossa would admit Jack was a good pirate at heart. An awful person - but that was how one became such a good pirate.

"Left it sitting out?" Barbossa shook his head, "I didn't realize my sleeping chambers were considered 'sitting out', but now that I know, I'll take that into consideration."

Ah yes, there it was. The bargain, Hector knew Jack had it in him. Of course he did. There was no denying that fact. It actually wasn't all that bad of a bargain. Sure, he would technically be handing the ship over to the man in front of him - but he was staying on board. Not to mention, he'd have the maps in his hands. This time he would definitely be keeping a better eye on them. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sign that he was thinking over the whole issue.

At this point Elizabeth decided to move from her post by the wheel and walked up behind Jack, glancing toward Barbossa for a second before leaning in toward Jack to whisper as an easier way of not being heard, "You think that's a good idea?"

Hector watched the exchange and then cleared his throat, getting Elizabeth's attention, "Jack Sparrow - you have yourself a deal."

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