Disclaimer: I do not in any Way, Shape, or Form own Pirates of the Caribbean . If I did, I would have a Jack Sparrow at my side, and I wouldn't at all complain .
Ch.9
'A fine mess you got us into this time Jack...' I thought bitterly and started walking away or rather hobbled away.
I don't know what happened to Jack actually... I kind of just left him... on the ground... by the fire pit. I was more concerned of finding a way to unbind myself from this accursed rope around me. I hobbled my way down to where I faintly remember seeing some weapons at. I looked up and grinned, seeing a sword that I could use. It was only when I had it in hand and was about to cut my ropes loose when I heard a grunt behind me. I turned a bit and saw two of the tribal people there, I couldn't tell if they were female or male. I gave them a sheepish grin and used the sword, cutting my hands free before they could do anything. I strapped the sword to my waist and started to untangle myself. They seemed to realize what I was trying to do and charged at me. I let out a yelp and violently twisted my body, using the bamboo pole strapped to my back to knock them down. Grinning I finished untying myself and grabbed some knives, putting them back into my boots and strapped them to my arms. I untied my singed shirt and put it back on then tucked it into my pants. "Jack owes me a new shirt." I muttered before leaving the village, trying to find the rest of the crew as quickly as I could.
I made it through the forest, without running into any of the natives on the land. I sighed in relief, seeing the Pearl, still at where we left her and ran over to the ship, meeting up with the crew and my brother, minus Jack. I jumped onto Will's back, not feeling like running anymore, once I was close enough to him. Will, being accustomed to me doing this supported me easily. "Where's Jack?" he asked as once we close to the Pearl. "Beats me, though I'm sure he'll be a'ound 'ere soon." I muttered into my brother's shoulder.
Gibbs gave order for everyone to set sail, but Will wouldn't leave without Jack. Well, that didn't last long when we heard Jack yell at us to wait. He was at the far end of the island running towards us, it was a few seconds later, that we saw the tribe running after him, yelling. I jumped off Will's back and started climbing up the Pearl's ropes to get on deck, agreeing with my brother, it was time we left. It was a bad climb onto the Pear and we could. I was leaning against the railing with carrying a bottle of rum in my hands. I was standing next to Will, trying to get him to tell me why he was all the way out here in the first place. I knew he was leaving a few parts out as he told me that the wedding was cancelled and that he and Elizabeth were arrested, as well that I had a warrant as well for helping Jack escape, and becoming a pirate. I didn't tell Will that I met our father, I couldn't put myself up to the task of it. Once Will saw that Jack was finished talking with Gibbs, he went over, and I followed, taking a swig of rum, to help the nerves. Lucky for me, the paint was almost gone from my face, making me very glad. I already knew how this conversation would end and couldn't help but roll my eyes. 'Jack will convince Will to get him the key to save Elizabeth.' I thought simply with a shake of my head. I went up to the helm and stood near Gibbs as Jack and Will 'talked'.
"Sometimes I'm surprised he's my brother." I said quietly, watching at how easily it was for Will to semi believe Jack. "Aye, but he's doin' it fer someone he loves." Gibbs said with a grin, watching the two as well. I chuckled quietly. "That may be, but he should know Jack by now." I sighed shaking my head. Before Gibbs could say anything Jack turned to us and took my rum taking a swig. "Somethin' you two wan ta tell Ol' Jack?" he said swishing the rum around and raised his eyebrow. I smirked and shook my head, taking my rum back for a bit and took one last swig before handing it back to Jack. "Say what Cap'ain? It's a gorgeous day out, and we're not gonna be eaten." I shrugged and grabbed Will's sleeve, dragging him with me.
We dropped anchor again and all got into two rowboats, heading into the jungle. I was seated in the first one with Jack, looking out into the jungle. I could see the shapes of its inhabitants watching us from the trees and shadows. I would have asked Jack why we were here, but he didn't look like wanted to explain anything. Looked around at the houses that were starting to appear around them in the marsh, they were entering. "Who lives here?"I asked quietly, watching as the trees started getting thicker, and the sky started to disappear. The only answer I received was. 'Her.'
We came to a lone house that was in the darker parts of the land. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine, looking at the people who seemed to have come out and greet us. We came to the dock and Jack got out of the boats saying that Dalma and him were close and that there was nothing to worry about. He then turned to Gibbs who said that he'd look out for Jack, and then turned to me. "Mind the boats." He said then walked up to the house. I turned to Will, who turned to Ragetti, who turned to Pintel, who turned to Marty, who turned to turned to Cotton's parrot who turned to Cotton, repeating the same thing, leaving Cotton to sit at the docks. We followed Jack up to cottage and followed him in. Will and I looked around the house amazed, or at least, that's how I found the house.
"You..." we heard a woman say and we turned around to the voice and stepped forward. "You have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner." The woman, who I guessed already was Dalma said. She was dark skinned with thick dark locks. She then turned her gaze over to me and placed a on my chin, lifting it up as she looked at me. "As do you, Gabriella Turner." She smirked, obviously knowing something.
"You know me?" Will asked a bit perplex, taking her attention off of me. I felt another weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when she had looked at me, almost like she was trying to tell me something, or realize something. "You want to know me." She said with that same smirk. Before Will could say anything though, Jack intervened, saying that we came for her help and that we weren't going to leave until we got it. Dalma brought us over to her table that she was sitting when we came in and sat down. Will and I sat down at the table and I looked over to Jack, and saw that he was staring at me before turning his gaze on Dalma and Will. "What service may I do you?" Dalma asked not hiding the fact that she was teasing my brother. I shook my head a bit and kept a close eye on her, having a feeling things were going to get serious. Before Will could answer though, she turned back to Jack, asking for payment. He brought out a cage and uncovered it. He then pulled his gun and shot Jack, the monkey, saying that he brought an undead monkey. Dalma took the cage and released the monkey, who ran to the back of the hut. I tilted my head a bit, and watched the monkey climbed onto what looked like a bed, where mostly likely someone was laying down on since I could see a pair of boots from where I was. Dalma blocked my gaze and looked at me, telling me to keep quiet. Will then put down the cloth with the key drawn on it, saying that, that was what we were looking for. Dalma's eyes grew dark, from what I could tell, as she stared at the drawing of the key. She then turned to Jack, still serious as she went to sit down.
"The compass you bartered from me it cannot lead you to this?" she asked, starting to smile knowingly. Jack looked up from the hat he was looking at. "Maybe. Why?" he asked, causing the woman to smile bigger. "Ah, Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants." She said amusingly, then turned to gaze to me, the exact same time that Jack did, before he looked around Dalma's place some more. I blinked at this and turned my sites back to looking around her home, keeping on ear open to what they were talking about. Dalma began saying the key leads to a chest, and it was inside the chest that we want. Gibbs then asked her what was it inside the chest, probably hoping it was gold, just like Pintel. I heard Ragetti gulp and asked if it was anything dangerous. Still amused, Dalma leaned back into her chair before sitting up, asking us if we knew about Davy Jones. When everyone nodded, Dalma continued. From what I could tell, it seemed that as she spoke, there was passion behind her words.
"What vexes all men?" Will asked, interrupting Dalma. She just smiled, running a hand over his own. "What indeed." Was all the she replied with, with a smile. Gibbs paused a bit, unsure if he should say it, but he did. "The sea?" Pintel went next. "Sums?" Then Ragetti, with the oddest answer yet. "The dichotomy of good and evil?" That caused everyone to look at him oddly. I shook my head, seeing what Dalma was getting at.
"A woman." Jack and I said together, catching each other's eye before looking away. Dalma sat back in her chair with a smile. "A woman. He fell in love." Gibbs shook his head, saying that he heard that Jones fell in love with the sea. But it seemed that Dalma wasn't going to have it and was becoming annoyed. "Same story, different versions. All are true. See, it was a woman as changing and harsh and untameable as the sea. Him never stopped loving her. But the pain it caused was to much to live with, but not enough to cause him to die." She said a matter of factly. I leaned forward in my chair, frowning a bit, wondering how she knows so much about this. 'Unless....' my mind started coming to conclusions. I noticed that Will was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable with where this all was going, and I couldn't blame him, he was being forced away from Elizabeth. The others were talking about how Davy Jones placed his heart into the chest that we were looking for. 'All in all though... you do have to feel sorry for him though....' I thought.
Will stood up from his chair facing Jack, and he was not pleased with being used again. Jack didn't take offense to Will's tone, and went on to say what the plan for Will was going to be. He was about to turn to leave when Dalma stood up and held out her hand. "Let me see yer 'and." She said. Jack was about to protest but saw the look she and I were both giving he made a face and gave her the hand that I helped him bandage before we came to the cannibal island. I didn't bother to rise from my seat, I was quite comfortable at the moment. I turned my head, watching Dalma unravel the bandage, revealing the black spot to everyone else. Gibbs and the other did some superstitious thing I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Dalma went into the back muttering something to herself. She then came back out with a large jar... filled with dirt, and handed it to Jack. I had to bite my cheek at the look he had on his face at the site of the jar of dirt.
"Davy Jones cannot make port, cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow, and so you will carry land with you." Dalma said. Jack took the dirt and examined it before looking back at her. "Dirt. This is a jar of dirt..." he said looking unconvinced. 'That is what land is made of Jack.' I thought smirking Dalma nodded her head. "Yes." She said simply. "...Is the jar of dirt going to help?" Jack asked still looking unconvinced. Dalma looked at him as she spoke. "If you don' want it, give it back." Jack then wrapped his arms around the jar of dirt and took a step back. "No!" he said pouting slightly. Dalma then smiled, leaning back a bit. "Then it helps." She said simply.
Through that entire conversation, I couldn't help but keep smirking at how childish Jack was being. 'It's cute though, especially when he pouts.' I thought. I had to shake my head a few times, when I thought over what I had just thought. 'I did not just think what I just thought. I did not just think that Jack was cute.' I mentally whined to myself. I knew then that this journey was going to be a lot harder than I originally thought.