Chapter eleven

"After me; comoară."

"Com-air-uh."

I stifled a laugh. Comoară meaning treasure, was actually one of the simpler Romanian words. "No. Coam-ARE-uh. Roll your 'r.'"

"Com-ARE-uh," Jack tried again.

I shook my head. "Coam-ARE-uh, Coam, like comb, not com. Say it with me. Comb…"

"Comb."

"Are…"

"Are."

"Uh…"

"Uh."

I nodded, "Very good. Now, put that together."

"Comb-are-uh. Comoară," Jack smiled. "Did I say it right?"

My already present grin widened. "Yes."

"Good! How do you say 'love'?" he asked.

"Dragoste." I said as I wrote it down on the paper.

"Deraw-go-stee?"

I shook my head. "You have to roll your 'r,'" I repeated. "Dra.."

"Dra-go-stee."

"Stay. Dra-go-stay."

"Dra-go-stee. Dra-go-stay. Dragoste?"

I nodded again. "Great!"

"So how good am I doing, dragoste?"

I knew he'd only been working on the language for a little while, but at that moment I really wanted to laugh. It was funny to hear someone miss use a word. "No, no. Dragoste is the word for the feeling not the… poreclă."

"Pore-vey-cla?"

I smiled. "Poreclă means nickname. The word you want is dragă or drag. It depends on how you mean it. Drag is more… oh, care e cuvântul? Incivili, er, demeaning."

Jack nodded and went silent. "How would you say 'I love you?' … Out of curiosity."

"'Ego amare'." I shook my head as my hand wrote 'Te iubesc.' "Paenitet. Bluergh! Scuze!" I dropped the quill and threw my hands up. "'Te iubesc' is Romanian for 'I love you.' 'Ego amare' is Latin for the same phrase. Perhaps it would be better if we continued this at another time. I'm beginning to get tongue tied."

When I woke in the morning the first thing I did was climb up to the crow's nest for some much needed time alone. Up here I could hardly hear the commotion on board as we headed towards the island.

I ended up meditating, forcing myself as calm as possible. I cleared my mind and thought of one person I haven't seen in a while… Governor Swann…

After a dizzying array of colors, I found myself in an office that looked vaguely familiar surrounded by a bunch of people I didn't recognize.

Becket drew his sword, and turned towards me. "There's something to knowing the exact shape of the world and one's place in it. Don't you agree?"

"I assure you, these are not necessary," the man I stood next to spoke. I turned to look at him. It was the governor! Without his wig I would have never recognized him had he not spoken.

"I had you brought here because I thought you'd be interested in the whereabouts of your daughter," Beckett said.

"You have news of her?" the governor asked skeptically.

"Most recently seen on the island of Tortuga…" another man spoke as he looked in a telescope, Mr. Mercer. Geez, I hadn't even seen him. "And then left in the company of a known pirate, Jack Sparrow…"

"Captain," I said out of habit, even though they couldn't hear me, "Captain Jack Sparrow."

"…and other fugitives from justice."

"The only thing I've done wrong is run and a bit of honest piracy. I've yet to commit a crime. Perhaps lie… but that hardly counts," I mumble. "And that's no way to speak of your superior's fiancée. Even if it's true."

"'Justice'? Hardly," the governor replied.

"Including the previous owner of this sword," he sheathed said sword, "I believe." He placed the sword back into its rightful case. "Our ships are in pursuit. Justice will be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass and all manner of remorseless pieces of metal. I personally find it distasteful to even contemplate the horror facing all those on board." He turned back to the governor who looked down at his shackled hands.

"What do you want from me?"

"Your authority as governor, your influence in London, and you loyalty to the East India Trading Company."

Ooh, ouch.

"To you, you mean," Governor Swann said pointedly.

Beckett walked dangerously close. "Shall I remove these shackles?"

Resigned, the governor looked diminished. "Do what you can for my daughter," he told him giving up.

"Luna! Luna! If you're going to be up here, you've at least got to be doing something. Otherwise, move!"

I turned and glared at the captain. "For you information, I was checking up on Governor Swann, who by the way isn't doing so well."

"And how did you do that?" Jack asked somewhere between ticked off and intrigued.

"Astral projection. It's common amongst Romani," I say simply. "I needed a clear head so I went somewhere quiet."

I closed my eyes, not really wanting to fight with Jack at the moment. Especially, not since he more than likely won't come out of this one alive. Not that I didn't want him to, it was just something I knew.

Pushing my power further I thought of what I wanted; a peaceful conversation with the man I always considered my best friend, even if he didn't think of me in that way any longer.

I felt a familiar warmth in my stomach start to spread throughout my body, becoming hotter every second until it became a raging fire. But it wasn't uncomfortable. No, it was never that. It was a good feeling.

I opened my silvery eyes to see Jack's warm brown ones staring at me.

"Oh, sorry I bothered you. I'm just…"

I nodded knowingly. Scared… I wanted to say but thought better of it. "I know. I am too." I brushed back a loose strand of his hair out of his face. The power flowing through me whisked into him, granting my wish. "What's gotten into us, Jack? We used to be best friends, nigh inseparable."

"Don't know, dragă."

I smiled at the use of the Romanian endearment. "I am sorry for the small part of mine in the mutiny."

He shook his head and sat next to me. "I've never blamed you, not really. You really didn't have a choice. It was me or your father." He shrugged. "You had already lost you mother, anyone would have chosen him over me in your place."

I sighed, "I keep thinking that maybe if I had said something sooner then, I could've…"

"No, don't do that to yourself, love. There was nothing you could've done."

"But there was." I stood up and grabbed a hold of the rigging and began to climb down.

A/n: So I have some news. Firstly, I have a Facebook page finally, you can go like that. The link's on my profile. From now on I'll post any uber major news on there.

Secondly, after I finish posting the third installment of this series I am going to take a break from it to finish up some different projects I have. Then I might possibly start another POTC story. I'm sticking the summary for that on my profile as well.

So that's it. At least I'm pretty sure.

care e cuvântul? - what's the word? (Romanian)
Paenitet - Sorry (Latin)
Scuze - sorry (Romanian)

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Lyra Raine Sparrow