Chapter 8-Jack's Compass
"Me compass?" Jack gave Ragetti a questioning look. What could Ragetti possibly want with his compass? "Aye, yer compass." Jack thought about it. He saw no prophet in it for Ragetti, and he loved his compass, he'd had it for years. Longer than years. He'd had it for about two decades. "What do yeh want with me compass?" Ragetti considered. "More than yeh will ever know, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Yer compass doesn't point north, am I right?" Jack nodded. "Aye. Well, works just perfect then." He turned to Jack's former crew. "Mates, he's got the compass!" A deafening cheer rose from the crew. Apparently this compass was more than Jack had bargained for.
Much more. But what was so important about it? "Oh, yeh'll find out soon 'nough, mate." Ragetti said. Jack looked around. "Did you hear that?" He asked Rowena. "Hear what?" She said fearfully, moving closer to him. "Ragetti, he said I'd find out about the compass 'nough." She shook her head. "No he didn', Jack." Jack looked at Ragetti puzzled, and Ragetti smiled. "Now, hand over the compass, Jack Sparrow," "Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected him, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out his compass. But he didn't hand it over. Ragetti scowled.
"Hand it over, Jack!" He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Jack's head. Jack stood still, his eyes wide, his hand wrapped around his compass defensively. "I'll pull the trigger, and yeh'll be lost to Davy Jones's locker! Is this silly compass worth all that, Jack?" Rowena looked from Jack to Ragetti, and saw Jack smirk. "Yes." He said plainly. Ragetti growled. "And may I ask why, Jack Sparrow?" "Yes, yeh may." Jack was toying with Ragetti's temper. "Why." Ragetti spat at him. "Because, firstly, yeh want it, and I have it. Secondly, Yeh must want it for somthin', and if it's that important, I might as well keep it for meself. And thirdly, I want to find out what's so special 'bout it, savvy? And me name's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Don't forget tha'."
Ragetti finally snapped. He yelled out in rage and pulled the trigger on his pistol. A loud crack rang out through the cave, and Rowena ducked in fright. When the sound stopped echoing, Ragetti expected to see Jack's dead body at his feet, but instead saw him staring smugly into his eyes, a smirk planted on his face. "Looks like someone forgot to load their gun t'day, am I right, Ragetti?" Ragetti worked his eyes into slits and threw down his pistol. "Fine. I'll kill yeh the old fashioned way." He unsheathed his sword.
Jack's eyes widened and he ducked out of the way, pulling out his own sword. Rowena got up, and felt an icy hand wrap around her mouth. She tried to scream, breath, do anything, but the hand was holding her back. She tried to push it away, but the force was too strong. Finally she thought of something. She bit down on the hand, hard, but nothing happened. Her teeth clenched together painfully, causing her to yell out. Jack heard her, and turned.
He saw Gibbs, his hand wrapped around Rowena's mouth, slowly turning from mist to solid. It was really creepy. And it was just Gibbs' hand, too. Not his whole body. When his hand finally truned all solid, he started pulling Rowena towards him. "Gibbs, what's in yer head?" Gibbs didn't even look up. "Gibbs, let 'er go!" But Gibbs paid no attention. Ragetti lunged his sword at Jack, but Jack held out his open compass. He didn't know why, he just held it out. Ragetti screamed as his sword broke neatly into to pieces, and fell to the ground. Jack stared in awe, then smiled.
But he didn't have time to stare. When he looked back, Rowena was gone, and Gibbs was standing in line as if nothing had happened. This time when he stared, it was a puzzled glance instead of an interested one. Jack ran up to the line of dead looking people and prodded Gibbs hard in the stomach. "What did yeh do with her?" He asked fiercely. Gibbs eyes started to glow red, and he reached out and grabbed Jack's wrist, holding on tight. "OW!" Jack yelled, struggling to get his wrist free. But the more he struggled, the tighter Gibbs held on. Jack looked down. His arm was starting to look gray and lifeless. "Weird." He muttered, then blacked out.
A/n: Sorry if this made Jack look helpless and stuff, but I know where this is going and he's not, ok?
"Me compass?" Jack gave Ragetti a questioning look. What could Ragetti possibly want with his compass? "Aye, yer compass." Jack thought about it. He saw no prophet in it for Ragetti, and he loved his compass, he'd had it for years. Longer than years. He'd had it for about two decades. "What do yeh want with me compass?" Ragetti considered. "More than yeh will ever know, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Yer compass doesn't point north, am I right?" Jack nodded. "Aye. Well, works just perfect then." He turned to Jack's former crew. "Mates, he's got the compass!" A deafening cheer rose from the crew. Apparently this compass was more than Jack had bargained for.
Much more. But what was so important about it? "Oh, yeh'll find out soon 'nough, mate." Ragetti said. Jack looked around. "Did you hear that?" He asked Rowena. "Hear what?" She said fearfully, moving closer to him. "Ragetti, he said I'd find out about the compass 'nough." She shook her head. "No he didn', Jack." Jack looked at Ragetti puzzled, and Ragetti smiled. "Now, hand over the compass, Jack Sparrow," "Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected him, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out his compass. But he didn't hand it over. Ragetti scowled.
"Hand it over, Jack!" He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Jack's head. Jack stood still, his eyes wide, his hand wrapped around his compass defensively. "I'll pull the trigger, and yeh'll be lost to Davy Jones's locker! Is this silly compass worth all that, Jack?" Rowena looked from Jack to Ragetti, and saw Jack smirk. "Yes." He said plainly. Ragetti growled. "And may I ask why, Jack Sparrow?" "Yes, yeh may." Jack was toying with Ragetti's temper. "Why." Ragetti spat at him. "Because, firstly, yeh want it, and I have it. Secondly, Yeh must want it for somthin', and if it's that important, I might as well keep it for meself. And thirdly, I want to find out what's so special 'bout it, savvy? And me name's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Don't forget tha'."
Ragetti finally snapped. He yelled out in rage and pulled the trigger on his pistol. A loud crack rang out through the cave, and Rowena ducked in fright. When the sound stopped echoing, Ragetti expected to see Jack's dead body at his feet, but instead saw him staring smugly into his eyes, a smirk planted on his face. "Looks like someone forgot to load their gun t'day, am I right, Ragetti?" Ragetti worked his eyes into slits and threw down his pistol. "Fine. I'll kill yeh the old fashioned way." He unsheathed his sword.
Jack's eyes widened and he ducked out of the way, pulling out his own sword. Rowena got up, and felt an icy hand wrap around her mouth. She tried to scream, breath, do anything, but the hand was holding her back. She tried to push it away, but the force was too strong. Finally she thought of something. She bit down on the hand, hard, but nothing happened. Her teeth clenched together painfully, causing her to yell out. Jack heard her, and turned.
He saw Gibbs, his hand wrapped around Rowena's mouth, slowly turning from mist to solid. It was really creepy. And it was just Gibbs' hand, too. Not his whole body. When his hand finally truned all solid, he started pulling Rowena towards him. "Gibbs, what's in yer head?" Gibbs didn't even look up. "Gibbs, let 'er go!" But Gibbs paid no attention. Ragetti lunged his sword at Jack, but Jack held out his open compass. He didn't know why, he just held it out. Ragetti screamed as his sword broke neatly into to pieces, and fell to the ground. Jack stared in awe, then smiled.
But he didn't have time to stare. When he looked back, Rowena was gone, and Gibbs was standing in line as if nothing had happened. This time when he stared, it was a puzzled glance instead of an interested one. Jack ran up to the line of dead looking people and prodded Gibbs hard in the stomach. "What did yeh do with her?" He asked fiercely. Gibbs eyes started to glow red, and he reached out and grabbed Jack's wrist, holding on tight. "OW!" Jack yelled, struggling to get his wrist free. But the more he struggled, the tighter Gibbs held on. Jack looked down. His arm was starting to look gray and lifeless. "Weird." He muttered, then blacked out.
A/n: Sorry if this made Jack look helpless and stuff, but I know where this is going and he's not, ok?