"I'm here to get 'er back. That's all it matters t' me." Jack quietly said as he fiddled with the compass in his hand. Charlotte smiled at him despite the story that Jack told her.
The sun was rising and it marked a new day in Port Royal, Charlotte was just leaving the tavern where Jack hid. She wasn't sure how to feel about her father asking her where she was. Knowing her father, she couldn't just tell him that she was with Jack could she? Charlotte thought up all the possibilities of keep Jack safe away from Cutler's poisonous sword and ego but she knew that he was going to be killed if Jack had gone into contact with Cutler Beckett.
Charlotte walked quietly upwards the lane that led her to the back of the Beckett household where there was a secret entrance for her to get in without being spotted. She held her breath in the case if Cutler or even worse that cockroach Mercer spots her coming back from wherever the hell she came from in the ridiculous hours of the day. Well, Cutler had a daughter and it was only natural for him to know where Charlotte was but it would make things worse since his daughter was known to correspond with a pirate. A pirate that Cutler wanted long dead.
As Charlotte had just gotten inside of the house, the room that she entered was dark but she froze in her tracks when she heard her father's voice that came from the dark. Cutler flicked the oil lamp on and shone it in his face, he was furious and his voice hid nothing from the fact that Charlotte had the audacity to run off with Jack Sparrow.
Charlotte was supposed to be afraid of her father but being with Jack Sparrow, the young lady found herself standing up to her father who was putting the fear of God into the stricken hearts of the men of the sea. She glared at Cutler with an icy look in her eyes, she wasn't going to break her ground or let Cutler to get the best of her.
"I suppose you were with Jack Sparrow, were you?" Cutler's voice was dark but it had a snarl tone to it. Charlotte couldn't help but feel terrified for the repercussions that her father was going to put on Jack. It wasn't Jack's fault that Charlotte wanted to be involved in his life as a pirate. Anyway, Charlotte had enough of it.
"Yes Father, I was with Jack." Charlotte snapped, her blue eyes went dark with anger and her face was scowling in fury as well. Her father's facial complexion changed from cool and collected to furious and scowling after he'd heard his daughter openly admit that she was with Jack Sparrow. Jack the pirate that always had thwarted him every damned time that Cutler had gotten close to getting.
"How dare you." Beckett snarled but it did not flinch Charlotte. However, the young lady thought up a rebuttal to the argument that she was having with her father over Jack.
"How dare you take Jack's ship away from him!" Charlotte barked at Beckett who shot up from the armchair as he heard his daughter answer him back. He could not believe that his sweet-tempered daughter had the gall to stand up to him and tell to his face that she was furious at him for taking a pirate's ship away from him. How dare she could do that to Beckett.
"Listen to me young woman, you will not see Jack Sparrow again." Beckett said in a hissed tone with his finger pointing at his daughter. Charlotte's mouth dropped when Beckett told her that she was not to see Jack again after the stunt that she'd pulled when Jack came back to get his ship back.
"No-" Charlotte tried to argue but Beckett stopped her.
"No arguments, Charlotte." Beckett put his hand up to stop Charlotte from fighting him about the argument that he'd made about stopping her from seeing Jack. "That is final. You are not to leave the house unless I say so. Mercer will keep watch. Do you understand?" The short-heighted man hissed before he stormed out of the darkened room and left Charlotte behind.
Charlotte let out a huff of frustration at how her father was stopping her from seeing Jack when he knew that Jack was her friend. Things were turning into a literal pig sty since Beckett had Mercer watching his daughter even the man liked to terrify the living daylights out of Charlotte. Well, fuck.
After his 'private' encounter with Charlotte, Jack made his way to Tortuga in fear of that Cutler would find out about him and Charlotte. It was by now that Cutler would have found out but not that Jack cared about that. However, Charlotte wasn't far from his thoughts as the girl managed to sneak back into his life.
Outside of the Weeping Daughter, Jack grabbed a bucket that happened to be full of water and carried it down to the local pig sty where there was a man sleeping amongst the village's pigs.
*SLOSH*
Jack had swung the bucket and it successfully emptied the water all over the sleeping man who woke up along with the pigs as the water went on him. He chuckled when he saw the man stirring from his drunken stupor and the man had become annoyed at being woken up.
"Damn you t' the blasted hells o' Satan!" The man did not appreciate being woken up by having water splashed upon him. He looked up to Jack who had an amused smirk on his face as he watched the man come out of a stupor.
"Good mornin' Gibbs, I see the night was good t' you." Jack looked down at the man with contempt in his facial features.
Gibb[s face dropped as he recognised the person who splashed the water upon him. "Jack? Is that ye Jacky boy?" He asked for confirmation until it dawned on him. Jack gave him a flinty smile where his new gold tooth was in full view which Gibbs saw that. The boy captain had finally turned into a man.
"Jack!" Gibbs beamed in delight and began to get up but Jack splashed more water on him.
"Why did ye do that fer?!" The grey-haired pirate shouted in annoyance, he did not appreciate being splashed for the second time in a row.
"That..was for the smell." Jack explained. Gibbs sighed in defeat, Jack was always right when Gibbs was not.
The two men tottered up the laneway up to a secluded tavern where such debauchery was known to man on the island of Tortuga. Once they got their rum, Jack and Gibbs wasted no time and started talking about their lives since Beckett took the Wicked Wench. Joshamee Gibbs was Jack's loyal First Mate and friend since Jack recruited him to help with the new ship that he'd acquired when he overcame the El Matador Del Mar in the Devil's Triangle. It was true to say that the middle-aged man was pleased to see his friend and Captain after the experience with the East India Trading Company that resulted in the Wicked Wench going into the hands of Beckett.
"Jack, what are ye doing here in Tortuga?" Gibbs was curious why would Jack show up in Tortuga when Cutler Beckett was scouring the whole island in his search for him. Jack let out a dry chuckle as he looked at his cup of rum.
"I'm here to get her back." Jack said as he took a sip of his favourite drink with determination. Gibbs listened on but his eyes widened when Jack had told the seasoned sailor of his reason to why was he doing in Tortuga.
"You're getting t' Wench back?" Gibb's eyes looked like they were bulging but he was surprised.
"Aye I am." Jack said softly as he took a sip of his favourite drink.
"I heard tales that Beckett has t' Wench hidden in a private cove somewhere in t' Caribbean. They say that he's plannin' get her fitted into a man o' war." Gibbs said gravely, he knew that the Wicked Wench was Jack's pride and joy but he was furious at how Beckett took the black ship away from Jack.
"What?" Jack's eyebrows furrowed as he wanted to know why the tales were being spread across the damned scoundrels and wenches in the Caribbean.
"Aye, I know. Every man an' his dog hoped that you'd come t' get 'er back." Gibbs beamed with perky eyes that made Jack feel at unease but Gibbs was his friend, he couldn't just get up and leave.
"That's good to hear." Jack said with a grimace, Tortuga wasn't kind to him the last time he was on the island. "I have a leverage." Jack added with a hopeful tone in his voice which Gibbs leaned in more to listen to what Jack had to say about the leverage.
"Who?" Gibbs whispered as he sipped his rum. Jack sighed before he opened his mouth.
"Beckett's daughter." Jack had a flinty look on his face with a smile on his face which meant that things were going his way.
Jack's revelation caused Gibbs to spit out his rum. That was good rum being wasted but Gibbs was shocked at why Jack would use the daughter of his sworn enemy to get his ship back. That he did not understand at all.
"Jack, no! Bringin' a girl on the Wench is bad luck!" Gibbs pleaded with Jack to see reason to why he was bringing in Charlotte Beckett into his grand plan to get the Wicked Wench back from Cutler Beckett, the infamous pirate-killer of the Caribbean. Gibbs knew that the plan was becoming dangerous once Charlotte became involved and that meant Cutler would be hot on his trail to finally get Jack.
Jack let out a dramatic sigh and put on his whiny tone that Gibbs did not like at all. The dark-skinned pirate only used the tone to get what he wanted from Gibbs. "My most treasured First Mate, Charlotte will help us get the Wench back."
"I don't like this." Gibbs mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for Jack to hear which Jack let out a feigned chuckle as he looked at the grey-haired man.
"Take it or leave it." Jack said in a clipped tone after he got tired of Gibbs complaining to himself about how it is bad luck to bring a girl on a pirate ship. Jack couldn't give a hoot whether the myth was true or not, he had to just get his ship back from the murderer that happened to be Charlotte's father.
"Fine! Yer crew is waitin' at the port fer you." Gibbs said enthusiastically after he got over his minor strop of bringing a girl onboard a ship but he was pleased that Jack was finally getting the Wicked Wench back at last before that bastard Beckett did something to it.
"Good, we're getting t' work now." Jack said before he shot up from the table and made his way to the port where his men were waiting for him. This was becoming a good game for Beckett to play since the true owner of the Wicked Wench had come back to reclaim her.
