Jack was walking down the street from the blacksmith shop towards the
Pearl. He boarded the ship and called for Gibbs. After about a ten-minute
wait with no answer, he called for Anna Maria.
"Where be Gibbs?" Jack asked while sharpening his knife.
"Never came back on the ship." She said rather quietly.
"The 'ole man's probably drunk as can be." Jack said.
"Captain," Anna said comfortingly, "Gibbs never came back last night, because Gibbs is dead."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jack said, turning towards Anna as white as a ghost.
"I saw it. The person, who was killed in town, that was Gibbs. He collapsed in the street after that boy stabbed him to death." She said starting to cry a little, but not so much that Jack could tell.
"You can go now Anna." He said while looking at his knife. After Anna closed the door to Jack's quarters, Jack took out his knife and threw it across the room. He turned over the table, shattering his bottle of rum. In his rage, he destroyed the table, chairs and mirror. But none of it mattered.
He came out of the room and walked down the plank towards the blacksmith shop. Not to his surprise, when he opened the door, there was Will practicing with a sword. Jack unsheathed his and approached Will, backing him up against the wall.
"What's going on Jack?" Will asked while looking at the sword under his chin.
"Gibbs is dead." Jack said, "I want revenge." Will had never heard this tone of voice with Jack. It dripped with malice and hate. It seemed as if the devil himself was residing in Jack's body.
"Calm down Jack," Will said, picking his words carefully, "before you chop off my head." Jack sheathed his sword.
"I'm going after that boy, Will." Jack said, with a wicked look in his eye. "I'm going to make him pay for what he's done." With that he turned around and toward the door.
After a few moments of thinking, Will decided to follow.
"You can't go alone Jack. Let me take the place of Gibbs for the time being." He said trying to think up something as to not let Jack do anything that he would regret.
"You will never be able to take the place of Gibbs." Jack said turning on Will with an evil look on his face.
"I didn't mean it that way, Jack." Will said. Jack smirked, turned and started for the exit; Will cut him off. "Listen to me Jack." Will said with a pleading note in his voice.
"Gibbs was closer to me than you'll ever be." Jack snarled in a quiet voice. With those words he stalked out of the shop and slammed the door leaving Will dumfounded and offended. After a couple of seconds of quick thinking, Will made up his mind. He followed Jack to the ship, and hid in the galley. When Jack was ready to sail, Will would be too.
"Where be Gibbs?" Jack asked while sharpening his knife.
"Never came back on the ship." She said rather quietly.
"The 'ole man's probably drunk as can be." Jack said.
"Captain," Anna said comfortingly, "Gibbs never came back last night, because Gibbs is dead."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jack said, turning towards Anna as white as a ghost.
"I saw it. The person, who was killed in town, that was Gibbs. He collapsed in the street after that boy stabbed him to death." She said starting to cry a little, but not so much that Jack could tell.
"You can go now Anna." He said while looking at his knife. After Anna closed the door to Jack's quarters, Jack took out his knife and threw it across the room. He turned over the table, shattering his bottle of rum. In his rage, he destroyed the table, chairs and mirror. But none of it mattered.
He came out of the room and walked down the plank towards the blacksmith shop. Not to his surprise, when he opened the door, there was Will practicing with a sword. Jack unsheathed his and approached Will, backing him up against the wall.
"What's going on Jack?" Will asked while looking at the sword under his chin.
"Gibbs is dead." Jack said, "I want revenge." Will had never heard this tone of voice with Jack. It dripped with malice and hate. It seemed as if the devil himself was residing in Jack's body.
"Calm down Jack," Will said, picking his words carefully, "before you chop off my head." Jack sheathed his sword.
"I'm going after that boy, Will." Jack said, with a wicked look in his eye. "I'm going to make him pay for what he's done." With that he turned around and toward the door.
After a few moments of thinking, Will decided to follow.
"You can't go alone Jack. Let me take the place of Gibbs for the time being." He said trying to think up something as to not let Jack do anything that he would regret.
"You will never be able to take the place of Gibbs." Jack said turning on Will with an evil look on his face.
"I didn't mean it that way, Jack." Will said. Jack smirked, turned and started for the exit; Will cut him off. "Listen to me Jack." Will said with a pleading note in his voice.
"Gibbs was closer to me than you'll ever be." Jack snarled in a quiet voice. With those words he stalked out of the shop and slammed the door leaving Will dumfounded and offended. After a couple of seconds of quick thinking, Will made up his mind. He followed Jack to the ship, and hid in the galley. When Jack was ready to sail, Will would be too.