The candle wax dripped softly onto the creaking wooden boards within the gully of the ship. Gibbs squinting in the dark that faded with the swing of the pendant candlelight then returned, Rolling his eyes at their current predicament, hands leaning upon the bars of the cells they were placed in as Jack sat calmly with heavy boots crossed in untroubled comfort upon the wooden bench.
"For the love of Mother and child, Jack. How long have we been on this god forsaken ship? The stench of the crew tells me days." Gibbs gestured towards the crew's quarters above before Jack gave a side grin.
"Dear, Mr Gibbs, The stench of the crew shows the work, the flow of a serene ship. It has only been a matter of hours." Gibbs gave a staggered look towards Jack before swishing away the air in front of his shrivelled disgusted face, fingers lightly brushing his grey mutton chops as Jack simply made himself comfortable once again. Their silence was broken by heavy steps thumping down upon the wooden steps. The large man briefly blocking light before stalking past the iron bars of the cells.
"Captain...Jack Sparrow...Joshamee Gibbs. The captain would like a word with you, on the deck."
"Apparently there's some sort of factored surprise in this." Jack tilted, glancing past the man towards Gibbs who returned a simple smile. "Alright, go on then." Waving his hands towards the bars as the large man brandished a ring of keys, opening the gate and much to the disgruntled expression of Jack clamping his wrists in shackles, doing the same with Gibbs. The deck, swarmed with shipmates eying Jack and Gibbs with intrigue, scared and roughened, Gibbs glanced about uncertainly towards the insufficient possibility of escape. Jack watched the crew about him before his scrutiny falling onto the figure within the coat and hat from the tavern, the crew following suit as the person silently stepped down from the wheel of the ship, heavy boots thumping upon the deck giving a glance towards the large man who had joined, arms crossed, amongst the crew. The Glance, hidden from Jack and Gibbs due to the large hat earned a grin and also the realisation of the large man being the first mate by a simple watch from Jack as the figure finally stopped their steps.
"I 'ope you understand your sudden accommodation. You were tryna' steal my ship."
"Absolutely. I can understand from past...dalliances, a ship as grand and wonderful as this is certainly a sought out thing and if I were you I'd defend it...vigorously. But what if I was to tell you and I'm sure a crew...captain? and ship would be very interested in a affluent opportunity." Jack stepped forward, gesturing with his shackled hands and twiddling fingers and stretching a grin towards any possible intrigue.
"Jack!..." Gibbs whispered in uncertainty, unsure of Jack revealing the secrets of the map that had been taken among their stolen effects but silenced himself upon a swirl from Jack and a stone faced stare before turning back towards the crew, his eyes dancing about as he remembered a feeble attempt for a lie recently told to him but smile at the charm he knew he had to make the lie believable.
"There...is a chest. Come from a great captain of Italy. Captain of the "Questa รจ una bugia." He was lost at sea, his crew, ship, everything. Until recently, and I know...where it is."
"Mr, Sparrow. we're not interested in chasin' a tale of lies." The figure stepped forward. "Seein' as though you 'ave invited yourself onto my ship-"
"If you want the Pearl, I'm afraid-"
"The pearl is of not use to us. This ship is ours... our home." The figure stepped closer, the sunlight of dawn casting an orange glow through the clear sky onto the open sea."
"As I have fulfilled my promise to others...I could get you a better hat." Jack frowned by the apparently unbribable Captain and crew.
"Mr, Sparrow it's not a matter of what you 'ave or could possibly "promise" to give me. As we all know another pirates promises but that of your crew are for nought." Jack's face pulled into an slightly insulted frown of a childlike style but continuing to listen to the mysterious captain. Both Gibbs and Jack watching with a deep furrowing frown as the Captain removed their coat revealing a womanly shape clothed by a loose violet Ghillie shirt faded in colour covered in a black under bust corset. Their hand softly removed the hat from their head revealing a young woman, her chestnut hair tied within a bun with strands hanging beside her youthful yet stern pale face, watching them with eyes that shone of mischief that was framed with mud brown rational thinking authority and craft. Jack looked at the young woman with a wide eyed frown, reciprocated by Gibbs. The young female captain swaggered towards them, a smirk wide on her lips. "...'Ello, Dad."