Will had always disliked Tortuga. It was a mad house – drunk men stumbling about, whores standing in the shadows, bar fights that often involved an entire room of people. Tortuga was no place for a sane man.
On this particular night, the bars were as crowded as ever. The streets were blocked my masses of people, making it difficult to pass through to get to the straw hut where their savior lived. Will followed as Jack swaggered through the crowds towards the jungle that lay behind Tortuga.
"Jack, where, exactly are we going?" Will said.
"Up in this jungle here." Jack called over his shoulder, waving his arm towards the massive jungle that covered most of the island.
"And after that?"
"I don't know."
"Do you mean to tell me that we are simply 'waltzing' into a wild jungle expecting to find an old woman's hut?"
"She is not an old woman." Said a thick Jamaican accent. Will whirled around to find himself standing face to face with a young woman who couldn't have been more than twenty five. She had tribal paintings on her face, she was missing a few teeth, and her dreadlocks came down to her waist. "Are you looking for what you most desire?" She asked.
Will looked at Jack. Jack nodded. Will responded, "Yes, ma'am. Can you help us?"
"Can I help you? Pfft. Of course. Come with Calypso."
Calypso brushed past Will and Jack further into the jungle. Her jewelry jangled loudly, making it easier for the pirates to follow her. The ground began to gently slope upward, and soon, Will's breathing became heavier. The dense jungle made it difficult to see how far they had gone up the mountain, but Will felt as though they had walked all night.
Will looked up, and Calypso had disappeared! He looked around, and saw that Jack was gone as well. He tore through jungle before him, but it wasn't long before the undergrowth fell away and he ran into Jack.
"Watch it, mate!" Jack said.
"Right." Will panted. He was about to say more when he saw a bizarre hut, which lay just across a rickety wooden bridge. The hut had a low slung roof. The porch was sagging into the ground, probably due to the amount of barrels, chairs, and glass jugs piled upon it. The windows were round, and inside it there was a faint light.
"Well, there's no time to lose." Jack said as he began to march across the bridge. Will hesitated, looking down into the rocky valley under the bridge. Finally, he inhaled sharply and followed Jack across the bridge.