Chapter Nine
Will's Motives
Jack casually climbed up the steps and over the rail to board his ship, slightly fatigued, but otherwise unphased by the outlandish events that had just transpired. He was almost immediately accosted by his first mate upon reaching the deck. Gibbs, who as well, seemed a bit tired by the affair, quickly suggested to his Captain, "Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea."
Jack mulled this over for a moment, before responding briefly, "Yes to the first, yes, to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible." Pintel and Ragetti put Jack's coat over his shoulders. Jack turned and looked at them quizzically, wondering when he allowed these two miscreants back upon his ship.
Gibbs seemed a bit off-put. "That seems a bit contradictory, Captain," he pointed out.
Jack didn't feel like explaining, he simply said, "I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs." Adding with an annoyed growl, "Now, where is that monkey? I want to shoot something." The deplorable screechings of the monkey could be heard about and Jack readied his pistol, when the next to confront Jack was the young Mr. Turner.
"Jack. Elizabeth is in danger." He informed him, in that very Will-like fashion of assuming one should be surprised by something so mundane as Elizabeth being in danger.
"Have you ever considered keeping a more watchful eye on her?" Jack asked, wondering when Will would learn to expect such occurrences when Elizabeth was around. "Maybe just lock her up somewhere," Jack suggested, he could think of little else that would keep that girl out of danger.
Will grew angry with this. "She is locked up. In a prison! Bound to hang for helping you!" Will shouted accusingly.
Jack now understood why Will was here, but he wasn't particularly interested in helping him. Jack ironically pointed out, "There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes."
Will stole a stand-by crewmember's sword, pointing it threateningly at Jack. Jack innerly sighed. He felt this was coming, Will was always too passionate and dramatic. A voice cut in here, to say, "Oh, Mr. Turner, no need to be so hostile." A very old friend stood in front of Jack. She was still so much like he remembered though.
"I need Jack's compass to free my fiancée" Will explained. His eyes were intense when he lowered his voice to add, "Captain Smith, this is none of your business."
"I brought ye here, didn't I?" she said, no interest in his pitiful plight. "I think that involves me well enough," she fought. Will narrowed his eyes, but relented. 'Captain Smith' turned to Jack a smirk on her lips.
"Captain Smith?" he asked. "Wasn't that yer mum?"
"Tradition," she shrugged.
Before Jack could say anything else, Will cut in. As it seemed, he never quite gives up. "Jack, we need to sail for Port Royal immediately. Elizabeth's death will be on your hands."
Jack let out an aggravated breath. "Mr. Gibbs," he said.
"Captain?" Gibbs replied, standing at the helm.
"We have a need to travel upriver," Jack said, cryptically. Captain Smith, who still stood by Jack, raised a suspicious eyebrow. Gibbs looked alarmed.
"You mean a need, as in a trifling need, fleeting, as in say a passing fancy?" Gibbs asked, hopefully.
"No," Jack shattered Gibbs' hopes, slowly describing, "A resolute and unyielding need."
The Captain was busy interrogating Jack with her eyes to restrain Will for a second time. Will again jumped the chance to demand his wishes. "I need that compass, Jack. You need to take me to Port Royal to free her," Will demanded, firmly.
"William," Jack began, democratically. "I shall trade you the compass, if you help me to find this." Jack pulls out a cloth, seemingly a cut out piece of sail canvas, with a small charcoal drawing of a key etched upon it.
Will looked down on it, intrigued by Jack's newest venture. "You want me to find this?" he asked simply.
"No," Jack said, the gears turning inside his head, "you want you to find this. Because, the finding of this, finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to free your dolly belle, ol' whatserface. Savvy?" Jack finished, confusingly, but yet in a way that satisfied Will.
"This is going to save Elizabeth," Will paraphrased as best he could.
Jack leaned in, hushing the conversation to an air of secrecy. "How much do you know about Davy Jones?"
Will admitted, slowly, "Not much."
"Yeah," Jack finished, standing straight again. "It's gonna save Elizabeth."
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Author's Note: Yay, another chapter! Sorry everyone. I was out shopping today! It was fun, but I missed writing more of this story! Heehee, it's very addictive. A little warning, I probably won't be updating for a couple of days, my cousin (and best friend) who also just happens to be obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean, is coming so I'll be a little busy. But hey, maybe this'll hold you over!
I wasn't quite sure how to intergrate Bell into this scene. It's really really quick but really important at the same time. There's a lot of important lines and stuff that have to be said before I can breeze her into it. Oh well! Tell how you thought I did. I'm sort of happy with it, but not extremely. I could definitely come back and edit this entrance.
Disclaimers: I don't own many of the lines, any of the characters, or prettymuch anything else! Too bad, but please don't sue!
Please tell me how I did with this chapter... I'm not sure about it.
-Piratess-Bell
