A/N: same thing again.u know what to do. Blah, blah.hope you like it!
Chapter 5:
A very angry and frustrated Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of the "Black Pearl". He recklessly spun the wheel in all directions, though in his heart he was set on taking the "Black Pearl" to its planned destination.
Night had fallen and Jack had just set out sailing with his crew and an extremely weakened Gibbs. The night was pitch black and all that could be seen or heard was the creaking on the deck and the forceful break of dark waves against the side of the ship.
When Jack had returned from the Isle de Muerta, he had sent for the best sober doctor in Tortuga, to provide the medicine needed to treat Gibbs's wounds.
The doctor however, had told him that though the external wounds had healed, he still had severe internal wounds and bleeding. Even worse, there was no medicine here good enough to cure his wounds. He would have to sail out to the borders of the Caribbean, where one of the British navy headquarters were. It would be a month long or so journey and he wasn't even sure that Gibbs would make it that long.
Jack glared out into the cold empty sky, eyes filled with utmost hate and determination. Getting to the island without being caught or seen was already a big problem for Jack, let alone setting foot on the island and raiding it. But Jack knew he had to get his hands on that precious medicine. That bottle of life.
He understood the implications and the danger of having severe internal wounds. Having been to China before, he had gained some medical knowledge from the experienced physicians there. Without the medicine, Gibbs would surely die.
And, he, Captain Jack Sparrow, had vowed never to let that happen. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't.
He shook wild his head of braided and beaded hair, letting out a fearsome, strangled cry of despair.
Even the sea, whose wild freedom resided in his blood, could do nothing to calm him.
A/N: hey this chapter is short, yeah, but hope u don't mind..the next chapter is coming soon!!!reviews!! thanks for reading btw!
Chapter 5:
A very angry and frustrated Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of the "Black Pearl". He recklessly spun the wheel in all directions, though in his heart he was set on taking the "Black Pearl" to its planned destination.
Night had fallen and Jack had just set out sailing with his crew and an extremely weakened Gibbs. The night was pitch black and all that could be seen or heard was the creaking on the deck and the forceful break of dark waves against the side of the ship.
When Jack had returned from the Isle de Muerta, he had sent for the best sober doctor in Tortuga, to provide the medicine needed to treat Gibbs's wounds.
The doctor however, had told him that though the external wounds had healed, he still had severe internal wounds and bleeding. Even worse, there was no medicine here good enough to cure his wounds. He would have to sail out to the borders of the Caribbean, where one of the British navy headquarters were. It would be a month long or so journey and he wasn't even sure that Gibbs would make it that long.
Jack glared out into the cold empty sky, eyes filled with utmost hate and determination. Getting to the island without being caught or seen was already a big problem for Jack, let alone setting foot on the island and raiding it. But Jack knew he had to get his hands on that precious medicine. That bottle of life.
He understood the implications and the danger of having severe internal wounds. Having been to China before, he had gained some medical knowledge from the experienced physicians there. Without the medicine, Gibbs would surely die.
And, he, Captain Jack Sparrow, had vowed never to let that happen. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't.
He shook wild his head of braided and beaded hair, letting out a fearsome, strangled cry of despair.
Even the sea, whose wild freedom resided in his blood, could do nothing to calm him.
A/N: hey this chapter is short, yeah, but hope u don't mind..the next chapter is coming soon!!!reviews!! thanks for reading btw!