We both stormed together down to the docks. I was furious, yet terrified of being on land but Jack had the gall to bring up our past together?! For shame! Apparently, Jack didn't think the same thing because he had a death grip around my upper arm.
A tall, skinny lad with wispy blond hair tucked into his hat ran after us. "Captain Sparrow! Captain Sparrow?"
Jack looked back over his shoulder to him before continuing on dragging me with him. "Come to join me' crew, lad? Welcome aboard!"
"I've come to find the man I love."
"WHAT?!" I schreeched as Jack's hand clapped over my mouth. He gazed at the boy in a panicked manner before nearly running off, no longer having to drag me behind him.
"I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea." He looked to me, motioning to get rid of him. I rolled my eyes and attempted to jerk my arm out of his grasp. He tightened his grip.
"Meaning Will Turner, Captain Sparrow!" He called in a softer voice. He was a she!
Listen to her, child. My mother's voice sounded in my thoughts. She be a destined for big things. Protect her! She be yer charge soon. Elizabeth Swan….
What in Calypso's be sea's did that mean?!
Jack stopped and spun around. "Elizabeth! You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin..." He started to drag me off again before she stopped him again.
"Jack. I know Will came to find you, where is he?" She asked. My heart leapt a little in sympathy towards her. Jack would have his hands even fuller soon.
" Darling, I'm truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press ganged into Davy Jones' crew."
I nudged him in the ribs. "You're going to burn in Hades for yer lying, Jack Sparrow." He shuddered at the sound of my voice, imitating my mother. I smiled smugly at him.
She apparently didn't hear me. "Davy Jones?
" Oh, please. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman. " Her companion told her before vomiting over the railing of the dock. I crinkled my nose in distaste. He saw me and growled, "What are you looking at?"
Like usual, Jack knew him.
Typical!
"Yeh look bloody awful! Wat are yeh doing here?"
"You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax."
" You smell funny." Jack countered, like a child.
" Jack." I warned him, gesturing to Elizabeth with one hand. "Listen to her first. Continue you're married couple bickering later."
"Thank you. All I want is to find Will." Elizabeth told him, starting to get slightly annoyed. We would get along just fine. Mamma had nothing to worry about, that much was certain.
" I know........are you certain? Is that really what you want most?"
Elizabeth: Of course.
"Because I would think you would want to find a way to save Will most.
"And you would have a way of doing that?" She asked as if negociating.
"Well, there is a chest..." Jack started, as if telling a great story of epic proportions. He was always this dramtic and personally, I found it annoying.
"Oh, dear!" I groaned.
"A chest of unknown size and origin." Jack continued, ignoring me.
" What contains the still beating heart of Davy Jones!" Ragetti made the motion of a still beating heart in his hands. I giggled at that.
"And whoever possesses this chest, possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving brave William from his grim fate." Jack told her, tantalizingly. She was sold.
"You don't actually believe him, do you?" Her companion interrupted him rudely.
Ander flared in me. I tore my arm out of Jack's grip easily as he wrapped into conversation. I grabbed his arm and lead him up the gangplank. The feeling of immortality washed over me like a bucket of warm water.
"Who are you?" He demanded, yanking his arm out of my grasp.
I lead him below decks down to the brig and sat on a barrel. He sat on the tiny cot.
"Is this where you sleep?"
I rolled my eyes. "I wish. Jack prefers to have me in his cabin so he knows I won't cause trouble with his crew." I extended my hand to shake. "Mala Jones."
"James Norrington." He almost kissed my hand but stopped. "Jones as in…?"
I lifted my locket out of my shirt.
"Let me tell you a story, James Norrington…."
