Nova cautiously looked over the ship they were sailing on. For a smuggler,
she was not much accustomed to sailing or the ocean. In fact, she wasn't
extremely comfortable in the water. She had known Jack for as long as she
could remember, and had lived in Port Royal even longer than that, but she
had never really liked the water. She suppressed a small shudder as she
backed away from the rail and moved farther toward the center of the ship.
"She's nothing like The Morning Star," Jack said as Nova moved towards him, referring to the ship Nova owned and had used for smuggling runs. He lovingly looked at the helm of the Black Pearl. Nova smiled at the man who could be so manipulative and conniving, yet was seriously in love with his ship. She seriously doubted any woman could have a hold on his heart like the Black Pearl did.
"How exactly do we know where this charming cursed treasure is," Nova asked, picking up a compass and giving it a perfunctory look.
"Your little trinket seems to have something to do with that," Jack said, holding his hand out to Nova. She handed him the cobra bracelet. He carefully placed the jewel on the top of one of his maps. The map, which had beforehand had looked like complete gibberish, suddenly had a definite design to it. The map was actually shaped like a snake.
"Where did you get that?" she asked.
"Best to not know," Jack said conspiratorially.
Nova rolled her eyes and moved to the rail of the ship again. Down below on the dock Will was embracing a tearful Elizabeth. Will looked a shade tearful himself from where Nova stood. With one last kiss and a longing caress to her face, he seemed to gather his resolve and without looking back, boarded the Pearl.
"We need to leave," Nova said, spinning away from the rail. The cause of her sudden urgency was the Royal Navy casually moving down the docks inspecting the ships.
"Jack," Will said quietly to Nova, understanding her meaning completely. If those marines caught the slightest hint that Captain Jack Sparrow, wanted in many ports, was here, they'd be trying to get their captain out of the hangman's noose as well.
"If Drake Pennington doesn't get here soon, we're having to leave without him," Nova said.
They could both see Jack looking over at them with some concern as they stood there.
"Start letting out sail," Nova said decisively. If the heir to the Pennington estate didn't make it there soon, there were just going to have to take their chances without him.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the man in question came striding up the ramp like he owned the ship.
"You're late," Nova snarled in his direction. Pennington's eyebrows shot up at the evident hostility in her tone. He had probably never been addressed in that fashion by a woman.
"I'm here," he said, his voice assuming a haughty tone.
"I'll have you know, Drake," Nova said, letting her accent drag in a demeaning way over his familiar name instead of his title, "on this ship you answer to Jack Sparrow. If Jack is not in the vicinity, you answer to me or Will. You have no authority on this ship and you'd do well to remember that."
Will raised an eyebrow at the heated exchange. This was part of the reason he had always loved being friends with Nova St. Cyr. She was one of the few women who would never be cowed by a man.
"We'll see who does what, Miss St. Cyr," Drake said, seeming to completely retain his calm.
With that, the two obviously solid wills glared at each other while the Black Pearl quietly slipped out of the harbor.
"She's nothing like The Morning Star," Jack said as Nova moved towards him, referring to the ship Nova owned and had used for smuggling runs. He lovingly looked at the helm of the Black Pearl. Nova smiled at the man who could be so manipulative and conniving, yet was seriously in love with his ship. She seriously doubted any woman could have a hold on his heart like the Black Pearl did.
"How exactly do we know where this charming cursed treasure is," Nova asked, picking up a compass and giving it a perfunctory look.
"Your little trinket seems to have something to do with that," Jack said, holding his hand out to Nova. She handed him the cobra bracelet. He carefully placed the jewel on the top of one of his maps. The map, which had beforehand had looked like complete gibberish, suddenly had a definite design to it. The map was actually shaped like a snake.
"Where did you get that?" she asked.
"Best to not know," Jack said conspiratorially.
Nova rolled her eyes and moved to the rail of the ship again. Down below on the dock Will was embracing a tearful Elizabeth. Will looked a shade tearful himself from where Nova stood. With one last kiss and a longing caress to her face, he seemed to gather his resolve and without looking back, boarded the Pearl.
"We need to leave," Nova said, spinning away from the rail. The cause of her sudden urgency was the Royal Navy casually moving down the docks inspecting the ships.
"Jack," Will said quietly to Nova, understanding her meaning completely. If those marines caught the slightest hint that Captain Jack Sparrow, wanted in many ports, was here, they'd be trying to get their captain out of the hangman's noose as well.
"If Drake Pennington doesn't get here soon, we're having to leave without him," Nova said.
They could both see Jack looking over at them with some concern as they stood there.
"Start letting out sail," Nova said decisively. If the heir to the Pennington estate didn't make it there soon, there were just going to have to take their chances without him.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the man in question came striding up the ramp like he owned the ship.
"You're late," Nova snarled in his direction. Pennington's eyebrows shot up at the evident hostility in her tone. He had probably never been addressed in that fashion by a woman.
"I'm here," he said, his voice assuming a haughty tone.
"I'll have you know, Drake," Nova said, letting her accent drag in a demeaning way over his familiar name instead of his title, "on this ship you answer to Jack Sparrow. If Jack is not in the vicinity, you answer to me or Will. You have no authority on this ship and you'd do well to remember that."
Will raised an eyebrow at the heated exchange. This was part of the reason he had always loved being friends with Nova St. Cyr. She was one of the few women who would never be cowed by a man.
"We'll see who does what, Miss St. Cyr," Drake said, seeming to completely retain his calm.
With that, the two obviously solid wills glared at each other while the Black Pearl quietly slipped out of the harbor.