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Chapter 26

Port au Prince, several days later….

Greg finished eating his apple and walked up the gangplank of the ship. Most of the men were ashore but a couple of them were sitting on deck, drinking and talking. He waved at them before he headed for his cabin. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands before he opened the door. His eyes widened in alarm when he saw that the cabin was not empty. A crewman was inside, going through his drawers.

"Anything I can help you with, Cal?" he asked as he took his pistol and cocked it to the man. Cal, who was usually in charge of sitting at the crow's nest, turned and looked at Greg with a small smirk.

"No, Greg old mate. I've already found what I was looking for." He said as he held up the now half empty vial. Greg's eyes widened and he surged forward only to be stopped when the other man raised the bottle to his lips again, warning that he was ready to finish the valuable bottle.

"You son of a bitch!" Greg hissed as he pulled the safety from his gun and gritted his teeth.

"Ah, ah!" Cal chuckled as he grabbed his own gun and pointed it to the first mate, "Normally I wouldn't do this to you but that codpiece of a captain-…"

"Captain Sparrow. Our Captain." Greg cut in and Cal grimaced.

"I thought we should all get a fair share of the Fountain."

"The Captain didn't get a fair share of the Fountain." Greg growled.

"I don't give a fuck about him, Greg! We've been doing all the work to get to it." Cal snapped.

"The water was not for us! When we started the trip you knew-the entire crew knew-for whom it was!"

"Elise's son? Why would I care, eh?" Cal hissed and Greg's eyes darkened with anger.

"I've learned not to care for any-…" he trailed off with a confused expression as he looked down at his abdomen. The hand that he held his pistol with started trembling and he stumbled a few steps before he finally let it go. It fell onto the floor with a thud. His hands clutched at his stomach while his brown eyes turned into a horrid red color as he groaned almost demonically.

Greg watched in horror as the crewman let out a wail of pain before he fell onto the floor with a dull thump. His body remained unmoving. He was dead.

Town's Inn, An hour later...

Jack's eyes closed as the woman on top of him slid down the length of his body until her head was under the sheet and in front of his breeches. His hand closed around the bottle of rum on the nightstand and he raised it to his lips to take a long sip. The woman knew what she was doing alright, but the alcohol he had consumed made it hard for him to fully focus on the task. So he just rested back and let her go about her business. The only indication that he was there were his hoarse sounds of pleasure.

He mumbled something unintelligible and the woman stopped what she was doing to look up at him with narrowed eyes.

"I would appreciate it if you actually said my name, Captain." She said with a grimace and his heavy lidded eyes focused on her pretty face.

"'Course…eh…" he tried to remember her name but he couldn't.

"Juliet." She said slowly as if speaking to a five year old.

"'Course! Juliet." He said with a grin as he took another sip of his rum. The woman stood back on her knees and gazed at him.

"You shouldn't drink that much, Captain. Your brain will stop functioning." She stated and he rolled his eyes before he caught her hand and guided to his groin once again.

"Good. Maybe I will stop thinking." He murmured as her hand moved.

"About what? ...And if it's not too bold to ask…who is she?" she asked as she leaned down to kiss his neck.

"Who is who?" he breathed as his hand got tangled in her mass of blond hair.

"Felicity." When he froze under her she pulled back to look at him, "The woman's name you called a few seconds ago?" she detailed and he blinked, trying to focus.

"I…she…she's everything." He breathed as he closed his eyes and pulled his hand back from her heavy locks to lay it limply onto the pillow next to him.

"Perhaps…you should like to talk, Captain?" she asked with a furrowed brow and he smirked when she pulled her hand away and sat next to him.

"Talking won't do me any good, love…Besides I didn't pay you to sit here and chat with me." He said but his tone was weary.

"Hmm. You don't seem so interested in doing anything else." She pointed out and he chuckled as he gulped down more rum and stretched on the bed.

"Look-…" loud banging on the door cut him off and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, bloody hell! Not again." He grumbled as he rolled onto his stomach while Juliet covered herself with the sheets.

I can't even shag a bloody whore! He thought as the knocking continued.

You know why.

No, I don't.

It's because it's wrong.

Oh, shut up!

"Captain?" Juliet said and he raised his head from the pillow with a sigh.

"Whoever it is, go away!" Jack barked as he buried his face in the pillow again.

"Captain, it's me, Greg! I need to talk to you." Greg called from outside the room.

"Can't it wait till the morning?" he called, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"No…Cal's dead, Captain." Greg said after a moment's hesitation. Jack's head shot up and his eyes widened.

"What?" he asked as he stumbled to his feet, suddenly more sober than before, and went to open the door with his breeches undone and his chest bare. He opened it and Greg winced.

"Captain."

"Oh, sorry, mate." Jack said quickly as he fastened his breeches and looked at him.

"Well? What the hell happened?" he asked and Greg took a deep breath.

"I found him in my cabin. He was going through my drawers. He had found the vial." Greg explained.

"And?" Jack asked impatiently.

"He had already drunk half the contents of the bottle." Greg said and Jack's eyes widened.

"He what? I told you to hide it properly. I told you that crew wasn't alright with the situation!" Jack snapped angrily.

"I know."

"And you shot him, am I right?" Jack asked with a heavy groan as he leaned against the door.

"No…he dropped dead in front of me. I never shot the pistol I had pointed at him." Greg said in a low voice and Jack frowned deeply.

"Don't tell me he dropped dead on his own accord!" he said incredulously.

"I am not saying that! The water, Jack. It was the water we got." Greg said quietly and Jack slumped against the door and closed his eyes briefly.

"Are you telling me that he got poisoned from drinking from the Fountain?" Jack asked slowly as he shut the door so Juliet wouldn't hear anymore.

"It was not the Fountain, Captain. We did something wrong. But yes, he was poisoned." Greg said and Jack ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"It can't be possible. Me compass never lies."

"Maybe we should have looked more. Maybe-…"

"Look for what, mate?" Jack cut him off sharply, "There was nothing more under there but fishes!" he hissed and Greg bit his lip.

"What are we going to do?" he asked and Jack scoffed.

"Get rid of the corpse first of all. I'll not have it dirtying me ship." He said with a grimace.

"I already did that."

"Then nothing. We'll do nothing. It's a miracle Elise's boy didn't drink it. We should thank old Cal for it." Jack said as he turned and walked back inside to gather his things.

"But…"

"I said we'll do nothing, Greg. Get back on the ship and I'll be there soon." Jack said sharply so Greg could nothing but obey.

Jack pulled on his shirt and vest before he put on his boots.

"Something wrong?" Juliet asked, now dressed in her nightclothes.

"Aye…me entire life." He mumbled as he straightened and put on his coat. He grabbed his hat and placed it on his head before he turned to look at the woman.

"Terribly sorry for tonight, love. Perhaps some other time." He said quietly as he patted the woman's bottom on his way out of the room.

"Don't you want your money back?" she called after him but he only closed the door behind him without another word.

When Jack got back in his cabin, Greg was there waiting for him.

"Weigh anchor." Jack said and Greg looked at him.

"We have to go back to-…"

"We are going nowhere near that place." Jack said angrily as he whirled around to face his first mate.

"I won't risk going back! We were lucky. We can go to London and see the boy, you can bloody adopt if you want but we're not going to risk getting killed again. Savvy?" he said with blazing dark eyes.

"But-…"

"That was a order, Greg! Not a negotiation. Get back to work now." Jack said firmly as he collapsed in his chair and took out his compass.

"But the boy-…"

"The boy can see a doctor. A good doctor whom we'll pay if that's what you wish. Now off you go. You gave me a bloody headache." He murmured as he handed him his compass.

"Aye, Captain." Greg mumbled as he took the compass and walked out of the cabin.

"What did I get into?" Jack asked himself out loud as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"I have to see you, love…It's been over a year." He whispered as he fingered the emerald ring in his finger. He opened his eyes and looked at it as a small smile stretched onto his lips.

"I need to see you." He murmured as he gazed at the green stone with soft eyes.

After London I'll come back to you. He thought as he let his head fall back against the armchair while he still stared at the silver ring Felicity had given to him so many years ago.

End of chapter 26

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