Chapter 3-Tortuga
Rowena and Jack simultaneously looked up at one another. "What did yeh say, love?" Jack asked her, a confused look taking over his usually smug expression. "I said. . ." She stammered. "That my compass doesn't point North." She looked down at it. Indeed, the little needle was broken. "Tha's what I said." Jack looked down at his own compass. He had had it for years now, he couldn't recall how many, but even when he got it it didn't work. "Did yours come that way, love?" He asked Rowena. She nodded.
"Well, this is interesting." Jack said, thoroughly amused by the whole situation. "You're not one t' worry much, are yeh?" She quirked one eyebrow at him. "Nah, I'm th' laid back type, savvy?" She didn't answer. "So, whadya reckon we do 'bout these compasses?" Rowena shook her head. Suddenly a thought came to her. "Sally" She whispered. Jack looked from her to his compass. "Sally? Who the bloody hell is she?" Rowena kept mumbling. "She's one of those people. . .works with telepathy, contacts the dead, tells fortunes. . .stuff like that." Jack chuckled. "Sounds like Sally's lost it to me."
Rowena brushed away his remark. "She can tell us about these, I'm sure she'll find an answer." Jack shrugged. "S'worth a try, love. Where is Sally anyway?" Rowena stared ahead into Tortuga, and Jack caught her gaze. "Ah, she resides in Tortuga. Even better."
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Jack and Rowena entered sped through the streets of Tortuga, Jack stopping every once and a while to catch up on what he was missing. "Hurry up, we don't 'ave all year!" She rushed him as he peered in a bar window. "But love, I really want some rum. I'm achin' to try some of the good 'ol Tortuga classics again." She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but yeh can have on'y one bottle, savvy?" Jack turned to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Savvy." He answered a bit too sincere sounding. Rowena didn't trust him for a minute in the pub. She knew the stories. Jack Sparrow could chug down seven bottles in one sitting. One was never enough.
Fifteen minutes later, Jack was swaggering all over the pub, singing and dancing drunkenly. Apparently he was still a crowd pleaser. This amazed Rowena. "How many bottles has it been Jack?" The pub owner yelled. "Four, but yeh can up that number any time yeh want, savvy?" The pub owner brought out two more bottles. Jack downed them quicker than anyone can down just one. "Ah," He said as Rowena pulled him out of the pub. "Jus' like afore I left. Still a hit wit' th' pub-goers." He mumbled. Suddenly a woman wearing a maroon colored dress ran up to Jack. "Marie!" He opened his arms to her, but instead of an embrace, he received a smack square across his face.
"Ow," Muttered Jack. "I'm too drunk t' know whether or not I deserved that." He said when Marie walked away, satisfied with her damage. "Usually she comes back for round two." Jack mused. But Marie didn't return, so they kept walking. "Sally lives in here." Rowena said, pointing to a small shack with one window and a door. "Bit disheveled, isn't it?" Jack commented as she pulled him through the door. "Be nice." She said warningly. "I'll try love, depends on 'ow nice the woman is in return, savvy?" She nodded as if she cared and led him further into the hut.
A short woman was sitting at a low table in the middle of the room they had just walked in. "Sally?" Rowena said loudly. Jack cringed, but the woman looked up from her crystal ball. "What? I said I don't have the rent yet Morgan, leave and don't come back!" She turned back to her work. Rowena turned to Jack, who tapped his forehead then pointed at the old woman. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. Rowena hit him lightly and said again, "Sally?" This time the old woman got up and walked over to them. She looked them both over.
Jack eyed Rowena uncomfortably, the only people he allowed this close to him were women who were much younger and prettier. "You're pirates." The woman concluded bluntly as she walked back over to her chair. "Good guess." Jack muttered jokingly. Rowena glared at him. "Sally? We would like t' know if yeh can tell us anythin' 'bout these compasses." Rowena walked over to Sally, dragging Jack along with her. They both held out their compasses in front of Sally's nose, and she studied them. "Yes, I know what these are. They are compasses, but neither points north." Jack snorted, and all lasting hope in Rowena vanished.
"Anythin' else?" She said encouragingly. Sally shook her head and shooed them away. She even threatened to call the navy. "Ooh, scary." Jack said sarcastically. "Well, that trip did us 'lot o' good, didn' it?" He laughed when he saw Rowena's face darken. "Shut up Jack." He said coldly. This put Jack out for a little while. They walked in silence for a few minutes until they both heard screams coming from an alley nearby. Rowena pulled out her dagger, and Jack his sword, and together they crept into the alleyway.
Rowena and Jack simultaneously looked up at one another. "What did yeh say, love?" Jack asked her, a confused look taking over his usually smug expression. "I said. . ." She stammered. "That my compass doesn't point North." She looked down at it. Indeed, the little needle was broken. "Tha's what I said." Jack looked down at his own compass. He had had it for years now, he couldn't recall how many, but even when he got it it didn't work. "Did yours come that way, love?" He asked Rowena. She nodded.
"Well, this is interesting." Jack said, thoroughly amused by the whole situation. "You're not one t' worry much, are yeh?" She quirked one eyebrow at him. "Nah, I'm th' laid back type, savvy?" She didn't answer. "So, whadya reckon we do 'bout these compasses?" Rowena shook her head. Suddenly a thought came to her. "Sally" She whispered. Jack looked from her to his compass. "Sally? Who the bloody hell is she?" Rowena kept mumbling. "She's one of those people. . .works with telepathy, contacts the dead, tells fortunes. . .stuff like that." Jack chuckled. "Sounds like Sally's lost it to me."
Rowena brushed away his remark. "She can tell us about these, I'm sure she'll find an answer." Jack shrugged. "S'worth a try, love. Where is Sally anyway?" Rowena stared ahead into Tortuga, and Jack caught her gaze. "Ah, she resides in Tortuga. Even better."
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Jack and Rowena entered sped through the streets of Tortuga, Jack stopping every once and a while to catch up on what he was missing. "Hurry up, we don't 'ave all year!" She rushed him as he peered in a bar window. "But love, I really want some rum. I'm achin' to try some of the good 'ol Tortuga classics again." She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but yeh can have on'y one bottle, savvy?" Jack turned to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Savvy." He answered a bit too sincere sounding. Rowena didn't trust him for a minute in the pub. She knew the stories. Jack Sparrow could chug down seven bottles in one sitting. One was never enough.
Fifteen minutes later, Jack was swaggering all over the pub, singing and dancing drunkenly. Apparently he was still a crowd pleaser. This amazed Rowena. "How many bottles has it been Jack?" The pub owner yelled. "Four, but yeh can up that number any time yeh want, savvy?" The pub owner brought out two more bottles. Jack downed them quicker than anyone can down just one. "Ah," He said as Rowena pulled him out of the pub. "Jus' like afore I left. Still a hit wit' th' pub-goers." He mumbled. Suddenly a woman wearing a maroon colored dress ran up to Jack. "Marie!" He opened his arms to her, but instead of an embrace, he received a smack square across his face.
"Ow," Muttered Jack. "I'm too drunk t' know whether or not I deserved that." He said when Marie walked away, satisfied with her damage. "Usually she comes back for round two." Jack mused. But Marie didn't return, so they kept walking. "Sally lives in here." Rowena said, pointing to a small shack with one window and a door. "Bit disheveled, isn't it?" Jack commented as she pulled him through the door. "Be nice." She said warningly. "I'll try love, depends on 'ow nice the woman is in return, savvy?" She nodded as if she cared and led him further into the hut.
A short woman was sitting at a low table in the middle of the room they had just walked in. "Sally?" Rowena said loudly. Jack cringed, but the woman looked up from her crystal ball. "What? I said I don't have the rent yet Morgan, leave and don't come back!" She turned back to her work. Rowena turned to Jack, who tapped his forehead then pointed at the old woman. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. Rowena hit him lightly and said again, "Sally?" This time the old woman got up and walked over to them. She looked them both over.
Jack eyed Rowena uncomfortably, the only people he allowed this close to him were women who were much younger and prettier. "You're pirates." The woman concluded bluntly as she walked back over to her chair. "Good guess." Jack muttered jokingly. Rowena glared at him. "Sally? We would like t' know if yeh can tell us anythin' 'bout these compasses." Rowena walked over to Sally, dragging Jack along with her. They both held out their compasses in front of Sally's nose, and she studied them. "Yes, I know what these are. They are compasses, but neither points north." Jack snorted, and all lasting hope in Rowena vanished.
"Anythin' else?" She said encouragingly. Sally shook her head and shooed them away. She even threatened to call the navy. "Ooh, scary." Jack said sarcastically. "Well, that trip did us 'lot o' good, didn' it?" He laughed when he saw Rowena's face darken. "Shut up Jack." He said coldly. This put Jack out for a little while. They walked in silence for a few minutes until they both heard screams coming from an alley nearby. Rowena pulled out her dagger, and Jack his sword, and together they crept into the alleyway.