Title: Sense of Devotion
Sequel to Sense of Demand
Rated: R (Violence, sensuality, sexual practice and language)
Summary: After then events on The Isle, Jack has parted ways with Elizabeth. Just when he was forgetting everything, the recent past catches up to him and things will never be the same.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day was sweltering hot. There was not even a breeze, reminding Jack of the uncomfortable days in the locker.
My fun, easy days seem to be coming to an end. He thought. Then he shook his head. No, no. I do not regret my actions. I do not.
Jack gripped his hands together and sent up a silent prayer for wind. Nothing he wanted to happen happened, instead, Gibbs walked up to him with a worried look.
"Captain?"
"Aye?" Jack tipped his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Gibbs' licked his lips. "The crew are wondering why we left Jamacia early. And... and we heard a rumour that a woman was murdered there."
"Rumours are vile things."
"There was another one. One I... I thought you should know." Gibbs was nervous, shifting from one foot to another.
"Out with it."
Gibbs took one step closer and lowered his voice, so only Jack could hear. "It's about Miss Turner. Some hear that... that she has been murdered, sir."
Jack's face blanched. A sudden vision of his dream flahed in his mind, he could smell death. "Where did you hear this?" Jack felt a sweat broke out.
"Marty. Apparently, when she left the Pearl, no one had seen her since."
Jack felt nauseous. He gripped his stomach. Guilt spread throughout his whole being. Something had happened. Something bad. And he knew that is was somehow his fault.
"I'm sure she is alright." Jack picked at is finger. "She's a tough old broad."
"Jack, if I may ask a personal question?" Gibbs took a step closer. "What... happened between you and Mrs. Turner? Ye two were friends. You went to save her last year."
"Circumstances." Was all Jack said and waved a dismissal at him.
When his portly first mate hobbled away, Jack began to think. In truth, Jack was not sure why he sent Elizabeth away. Just that something compelled him to do it.
The sun was beating down on the whole crew, making them writhe uncomfortably. Jack wiped at his bandana, wishing for a breeze.
Then it came. Just as soon as he wished it, the breeze came and cooled off the ship.
"Calypso." Jack wasn't sure how he knew it, but a familiar vision appeared.
From her long dark dreads to the freckles that danced across her nose, the Calypso that Jack knew had arrived. Knowing it wouldn't do any good if he tried, Jack pulled out his blunderbuss.
"Sparrow. I will help you this time only and it is only because at one time I liked you."
"This is all very convienent."
Calypso smiled. "You need to go north to find your answers. If you do not, the sea will be lost. Then I will kill you."
"That is terrifying." Jack stared at the Goddess. "I must be dreaming."
"You are."
"Captain?"
"Aye?" Jack tipped his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Gibbs licked his lips. "The crew are wondering why we left Jamacia early. And... we heard a rumour that a woman was murdered there."
Jack sat up straight. He was laying on the deck. The sun was still high in the sky, yet a cool breeze started sweeping through. This reassured him and he gave the smallest of smiles.
"Set course for north."
"That's a little vague, sir."
"Don't call me sir." Jack warned, but was grinning from ear to ear.
Finally some answers. You need to go north to find your answers. Maybe the guilty feeling would wash away from him. Blood pumping fast, adrenaline coursing through his body, he felt alive. His nerves demanded to be felt and he let them come to the surface.
(J)(E)(J)(E)
Jack had a hard time believing that he could murder someone in cold blood. It wasn't something he would do. But the days passed into weeks and there was still no sign of Elizabeth.
Jack began fearing the worst. Maybe he blacked out and harmed her? His last memory of her was a little hazy, he wasn't exactly sure how their last encounter ended. It could be possible that he blacked out and harmed her. Jack closed his eyes. There were tears. There was yelling and resignation.
Then... then... He opened his eyes. For the life of him, he could not remember.
"Blast it." He rubbed his forehead. There was little hoped for his memory. Elizabeth was gone from his world, just as he wanted. Didn't I? He was not sure. She was gone, so it must have been.
These murders were beginning to worry him also. Suddenly he would wake up somewhere and not know what he had done in the hours previously. He would attribute it to um but he never got that drunk.
He briefly thought about magic- he had, in recent history, managed to anger a mighty powerful wizard. But if had been almost a year and there had been no sign of him. Or Elizabeth for that matter.
He was worried.
(J)(E)(J)(E)
The sunrise was a lot prettier when you were waking up and not about to go to sleep. Jack had paced the entire ship overnight, only pausing to watch the sunrise. This nagging feeling would not leave him alone. He had to find her. He had to find Elizabeth.
