lilitaliandragon: reading back, I agree that she said it a few too many times, but I didn't pick up on that when I wrote it (oops, sorry!)... and Will's behaviour... I *can* explain about that, but I can't at the moment, because, well, it'd be a spoiler, and I really don't want to give too much away. I'm trying to make the story unpredictable, sort of like the movie was, and (I've been writing ahead of my posts) a friend who's reading it through for me says it's... using her exact words... different.
Chapter 13: The truth comes out
Louisa didn't mention the second room to her mother, or anyone. Even Isabelle didn't mention it, as much as she wanted to. All she said was that Louisa had taken her through the caves, and no one questioned it any further.
But the papers still weighed heavily on her mind. Things that were written shouldn't have been read by anyone - let alone two girls exploring. She knew she should have told Louisa that she'd taken them, but in doing so, she'd have had to admit that she knew about them. What it explained was gruesome, but not unfamiliar to a survivor of the Bermuda Triangle....
Elizabeth had prepared rooms for Anamaria, and Isabelle, until it was arranged that a house be built for them - there were pirates with woodworking and building skills who were paid to do most of the house building, and they usually put their land-skills in front of their sea-skills. Isabelle sat on the bed in her room, spreading the papers out in front of her. It was an easy way to look at all things at once - something her father had taught her.
Footsteps passed her door, and she was glad she'd remembered to lock it. If anyone saw the papers, including her father when he returned, she would have a lot of explaining to do, something she wasn't sure she had to courage for. Explanations were something Jack Sparrow liked to have as downpat with his family as could be - including when, where, why, how, and everything else that went along with it. Explaining things were not Isabelle's forte. Which was why the papers were going to be hidden until she could figure out what they had to do with the Triangle, and why they were in the real world.
"Bella! Where are you?" Anamaria had never lost her loud voice, and Isabelle hurriedly shoved the papers under her pillow before opening the door. Anamaria had been about to knock, and was slightly surprised that her daughter beat her to the door. "Did ye hear my call?" she asked, crossing her arms, and Isabelle dropped her head, "Aye, I did, but I didn't know if ye wanted me to go down to ye or if ye'd come lookin' for me...." Anamaria sighed, "Ye have to remember ye ain't onboard a ship at the moment, Bella! If ye're called on a ship, someone can point out where ye be, but on land, an' in a house so grand as this, I don't know if ye even be *in* the house... savvy?"
Isabelle nodded, and followed her mother down the stairs, and outside to the verandah. Louisa was changed from the light dress she'd worn when they'd been exploring, to a heavier dress, including corset. Isabelle mouthed, "What's happening?" to Louisa, who merely shrugged. Elizabeth said something quietly to Anamaria, who nodded, and turned back to Isabelle, who stood up straight, letting her hands sit behind her back. "Elizabeth and I have spoken, Bella, an' we've decided that ye need t' be taught t' be a lady, savvy?" Isabelle looked as though someone had forced her to eat lemons.
"What? No, I... ye can't... what would Da say?" she managed to stammer. Even Louisa looked shocked, "That's why I have t' wear this heavy thing? This is the *Caribbean*! It's too hot t' be wearin' heavy dresses!" Elizabeth sent her daughter a warning glance, and Louisa stopped talking. Isabelle, on the other hand, looked nauseated. "I have t' wear a heavy dress, an' a shift, an' a corset, and ev'rything?" Anamaria nodded, and turned back to Elizabeth. "Have ye got the dress wi' ye, or shall I go an' find one of Louisa's?" Elizabeth smiled, and walked back inside the house, Louisa followed her, protesting quietly the entire way. Anamaria sat down on the swinging seat, and looked at her daughter. Isabelle crossed her arms, and glared at her mother. "Ye didnae answer me, ma'ma - what will Da say when he finds out?"
Anamaria laughed, "Your father will be gone for a few months at least yet, Louisa, and if ye're ever t' be left t' fend for yeself, ye must be able t' act like a lady, or else ye'll be treated as a servant!" Isabelle looked at the ground, before glancing up sharply. "I'll be treated as a servant no matter how much ye try t' make me a lady, ma'ma. In case ye forgot, *you* are the daughter of a slave, an' ye have the colour of a slave. Unless I'm blind, ma'ma, I have half that colour - jus' because my father is white doesnae make me white too!"
Anamaria looked shocked, almost embarrassed, and Isabelle suddenly realised what she'd done. "Ma'ma, I'm sorry, I didnae mean it like that! But no matter how much ye try t' make me into a lady, it willnae work... noblewomen are as white as the sand in the Triangle!" Anamaria's face closed up, revealing no expression. "Isabelle, as my daughter, I am doing only what's best for ye, an' I think ye deserve t' get some o' the skills I ne'er had a chance to, savvy?"
Isabelle dropped her gaze, "Savvy, ma'ma." At that moment, Louisa returned, still wearing her corset, but not the heavy dress. Instead, she'd donned a simple, white cotton dress. It looked a lot lighter than the other dress she'd had on, but she still looked uncomfortable. "Isabelle, mother wants ye... I mean, you, to go into the bathroom. She'll help you put the corset on - trust me, you won't like it, but it's not quite as bad once you've had it on for a while...." The two girls walked inside the house, leaving Anamaria to lean back against the backrest of the chair, and wonder exactly how much of her daughter's insults were meant.
*****
"Land ho!" came the call from the crow's nest, and Jamie looked up from where he was retying ropes for the sails. Ahead of them was a small island, completely covered by buildings. He looked at his father, who was standing at the helm with a grin on his face. "Tortuga approaches, gents!" he yelled, and Will (Sr.) turned around from where he'd been leaning against a pile of barrels, staring out at the sea they'd traveled over already. "Tortuga?" he asked, and Jack grinned, "Aye, Tortuga."
Tortuga was as rowdy and unkempt as it had always been. Walking through a narrow alleyway, the house railings above them were littered with drunks, and prostitutes, drinking, laughing, and having a general good time. The crew had been told they were staying for two days, no longer, and any man not at the dock by the time they were to leave was to be left behind. In the town center, the crew split up, leaving Jack, Jamie, and the two Will's standing, looking slightly bewildered.
Out of nowhere, a young girl, around Jamie's age, stalked up, and stopped in front of the younger Will. Jack rubbed the side of his face absently, and watched as the girl glared at Will. "And where've you been?" she asked, suspicion etched into every word. Will looked at his father, who was trying to keep from laughing. "Ah, Cherie, I've been around. On th' Dauntless, th' Black Pearl..." he didn't have a chance to finish, her hand snaked out of nowhere, and caught the side of his face, swinging him around. Jack tried not to laugh, and Will glared at him before turning back to Cherie. "Not so sure I deserved that. Why did I deserve that?" he asked the furious Cherie. "Ye ain't nothin' but a liar, Mr. Turner! Th' Black Pearl sunk a long time ago, afore our time!"
This was something Jack couldn't stand, he stepped forwards, interrupting Will's explanation. "The Pearl? Sunk? I don't be thinkin' so, dearie. If the Black Pearl had sunken, I'd have gone down with me ship, an' I'm still around, ain't I?" Cherie looked at Jack, disbelief etched into every pore on her face, "And you're Jack Sparrow?" Jack sighed, "*Captain* Jack Sparrow, dearie, and you are...?"
Cherie grinned smugly, "Me ma's gonna be happy t' hear your back in the Caribbean - she owes you a slap - I'm Scarlet's daughter, Cherie." Jack flinched, "P'raps ye'd best keep the fact that I'm back to yeself..." Jack didn't have a chance to finish, as an older Scarlet walked out the the alleyway beside them. "Scarlet! Long time...." Jack suddenly found himself spinning around to face an amused Cherie. Scarlet was still waiting when he turned back, "Now, I know I didn't deserve that...."
Scarlet, hands on hips, raised her eyebrows. "Ye left withou' payin' yer bill, Jack! The Tavern nearly went outa business cause o' you!" She flounced away, leaving Jack to rub his face in disbelief. "It were twenty years ago, Scarlet!" he called after her, and turned around to find himseld face-to-face with another familiar face. "Gisele!" he said, feigning happiness. Gisele's eyes narrowed, and Jack barely had time to brace himself for the slap. "Now, I do believe there was somethin' I was meant t' do afore I left, an' forgot t', so p'raps I did deserve that...but maybe not." He didn't have a chance to ask her what his slap was for, as she was already walking away.
Will Jr. wasn't faring much better. After Cherie had left, in a slightly better mood, Rachael had come up, and also slapped him without warning. She hadn't given him time to explain, simply stalked off angrily, giving Will an excuse to leave the small group, and go after her. That left Jamie, Will, and Jack in the circle. "Well," stated Jack matter-of-factly. "We need to find Gibbs!"
Will looked at Jack astounded, "Gibbs? He hasn't been seen for years, Jack - he took a ship and crew to Italy, and the last news we heard was that it'd sunken...." Jack didn't say anything, just walked towards the old pig-coop in his usual hypnotic way.
Upon arrival at the coop, Will had looked around, and saw no sign that anyone had been living there for some years, at least. Even the pigs were gone. Jack didn't seem to notice any of this, just sauntered past a ladder, and reached up the floor of the loft. He grinned when he found a catch, and pulled, stepping back as he did so, letting piles of straw fall out onto the floor. Amidst the sound of straw falling to the floor, there was a large 'thump', and the shape of a man was visible. Pushing the straw out of the way, Jack helped a shaken-looking Gibbs to his feet.
He looked much older than he had the last time Will had seen him, but he was still the loyal, good-natured crew-finding helper Will remembered him to be. "Jack? What the hell are ye doin' back in the Caribbean? It don't matter - but it's bad luck t' wake a man, Jack, an' unless ye remember the counter for it, we'll both be in fer it!" Jack laughed, and knelt beside his old friend, "Aye, I remember the counter, an' this time I'm *not* in need o' a crew, so ye can thank yer lucky stars fer that!"
Helping the older man to his feet, Jack stepped back, and almost tripped over his son, who was staring at Gibbs like he'd seen a ghost. "You? I know you... you tried to kill me at Port Royal!" he blurted out quite suddenly, and Jack looked from his son, to Gibbs, who looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, lad, if I'da known ye were with Jack, an' Will, I would ne'er have." Jamie still stared at Gibbs as though he was going to suddenly come for him with a sword, but he didn't say anything. Jack, on the other hand, held his hand poised over his sword. "Ye tried t' kill me *son*?" he sounded offended, and caused Gibbs to double-take. "Your... son? I never... I didn't know, Jack. If I had, I'da helped the lad, and given 'im some of my stuff, instead of chasin' 'im after he stole me gear!" Jack looked momentarily confused, but shrugged, and led the rest of the group to the tavern.
Scarlet pounced on him as soon as he walked through the door. "Ye can't stay in 'ere 'til ye pay yer bill, *Captain*," she said right into his ear, so he couldn't feign deafness. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two shillings, "There ye go, Scarlet. Now, if ye don' mind, we'd like some drinks - ale all round, t' start with. An' some rooms, too. Be a good lass, and settle us in, savvy?"
Moving in his regular way, and flirting with both his eyes and hands, he soon had Scarlet fulfilling his every request with a smile. It did wonders for the girl's face, and she looked years younger.
The table chosen by Will and Jack for the conversation was close enough to the action that no one could overhear, but far enough away so that Gibbs could hear what was being said. Will let Jack do all the speaking, but refused to let Jamie listen in, telling him to keep an eye out. For what, Jamie didn't know, but he figured it was a miracle his father hadn't tried to lose him in the crowd so far.
Jack waited until Scarlet brought over their drinks, whispering in her ear that she'd better be waiting for him after work, before he got on with his conversation with Gibbs. Will, he explained, was only there to fill in the bits that were missing. "It's risky business, what ye plannin' t' do, Jack. But how d'ye know ye ain't gonna end up cursed?"
Jack grinned, "There is a curse, but I happen to know the cure...." That caught Will's attenion, and he stopped looking around the bar for people he knew, and turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. Gibbs looked surprised, "No one's ever known the cure, 'cept fer ol' Grey himself! How can ye know all this 'bout the Hand, an' still be alive, Jack? The men who knew that died soon after they found it - all accidents at sea, they said, but I don't reckon it were...."
Jack looked interested, "What kind of accidents?" Gibbs had to think before he answered, "Mostly big storms at sea, they were washed o'erboard, an' the crew could ne'er get a rope to 'em in time. But they weren't accidents, no sir, ol' Grey don't want anyone else findin' his treasure, an' he's makin' sure that ev'ryone who knows is dead - ye'd best watch the weather, Jack."
As the only person, besides Will Jr, who actually knew about the man on board wasn't in hearing range, Jack listened intently to the stories the few survivors had told before their deaths at a later date. Gibbs was as superstitious as they came, and every little thing that was related to bad luck he knew about. This was one of those things - but he had been proved wrong several times over. He only hoped he was wrong about his one as well.
Chapter 13: The truth comes out
Louisa didn't mention the second room to her mother, or anyone. Even Isabelle didn't mention it, as much as she wanted to. All she said was that Louisa had taken her through the caves, and no one questioned it any further.
But the papers still weighed heavily on her mind. Things that were written shouldn't have been read by anyone - let alone two girls exploring. She knew she should have told Louisa that she'd taken them, but in doing so, she'd have had to admit that she knew about them. What it explained was gruesome, but not unfamiliar to a survivor of the Bermuda Triangle....
Elizabeth had prepared rooms for Anamaria, and Isabelle, until it was arranged that a house be built for them - there were pirates with woodworking and building skills who were paid to do most of the house building, and they usually put their land-skills in front of their sea-skills. Isabelle sat on the bed in her room, spreading the papers out in front of her. It was an easy way to look at all things at once - something her father had taught her.
Footsteps passed her door, and she was glad she'd remembered to lock it. If anyone saw the papers, including her father when he returned, she would have a lot of explaining to do, something she wasn't sure she had to courage for. Explanations were something Jack Sparrow liked to have as downpat with his family as could be - including when, where, why, how, and everything else that went along with it. Explaining things were not Isabelle's forte. Which was why the papers were going to be hidden until she could figure out what they had to do with the Triangle, and why they were in the real world.
"Bella! Where are you?" Anamaria had never lost her loud voice, and Isabelle hurriedly shoved the papers under her pillow before opening the door. Anamaria had been about to knock, and was slightly surprised that her daughter beat her to the door. "Did ye hear my call?" she asked, crossing her arms, and Isabelle dropped her head, "Aye, I did, but I didn't know if ye wanted me to go down to ye or if ye'd come lookin' for me...." Anamaria sighed, "Ye have to remember ye ain't onboard a ship at the moment, Bella! If ye're called on a ship, someone can point out where ye be, but on land, an' in a house so grand as this, I don't know if ye even be *in* the house... savvy?"
Isabelle nodded, and followed her mother down the stairs, and outside to the verandah. Louisa was changed from the light dress she'd worn when they'd been exploring, to a heavier dress, including corset. Isabelle mouthed, "What's happening?" to Louisa, who merely shrugged. Elizabeth said something quietly to Anamaria, who nodded, and turned back to Isabelle, who stood up straight, letting her hands sit behind her back. "Elizabeth and I have spoken, Bella, an' we've decided that ye need t' be taught t' be a lady, savvy?" Isabelle looked as though someone had forced her to eat lemons.
"What? No, I... ye can't... what would Da say?" she managed to stammer. Even Louisa looked shocked, "That's why I have t' wear this heavy thing? This is the *Caribbean*! It's too hot t' be wearin' heavy dresses!" Elizabeth sent her daughter a warning glance, and Louisa stopped talking. Isabelle, on the other hand, looked nauseated. "I have t' wear a heavy dress, an' a shift, an' a corset, and ev'rything?" Anamaria nodded, and turned back to Elizabeth. "Have ye got the dress wi' ye, or shall I go an' find one of Louisa's?" Elizabeth smiled, and walked back inside the house, Louisa followed her, protesting quietly the entire way. Anamaria sat down on the swinging seat, and looked at her daughter. Isabelle crossed her arms, and glared at her mother. "Ye didnae answer me, ma'ma - what will Da say when he finds out?"
Anamaria laughed, "Your father will be gone for a few months at least yet, Louisa, and if ye're ever t' be left t' fend for yeself, ye must be able t' act like a lady, or else ye'll be treated as a servant!" Isabelle looked at the ground, before glancing up sharply. "I'll be treated as a servant no matter how much ye try t' make me a lady, ma'ma. In case ye forgot, *you* are the daughter of a slave, an' ye have the colour of a slave. Unless I'm blind, ma'ma, I have half that colour - jus' because my father is white doesnae make me white too!"
Anamaria looked shocked, almost embarrassed, and Isabelle suddenly realised what she'd done. "Ma'ma, I'm sorry, I didnae mean it like that! But no matter how much ye try t' make me into a lady, it willnae work... noblewomen are as white as the sand in the Triangle!" Anamaria's face closed up, revealing no expression. "Isabelle, as my daughter, I am doing only what's best for ye, an' I think ye deserve t' get some o' the skills I ne'er had a chance to, savvy?"
Isabelle dropped her gaze, "Savvy, ma'ma." At that moment, Louisa returned, still wearing her corset, but not the heavy dress. Instead, she'd donned a simple, white cotton dress. It looked a lot lighter than the other dress she'd had on, but she still looked uncomfortable. "Isabelle, mother wants ye... I mean, you, to go into the bathroom. She'll help you put the corset on - trust me, you won't like it, but it's not quite as bad once you've had it on for a while...." The two girls walked inside the house, leaving Anamaria to lean back against the backrest of the chair, and wonder exactly how much of her daughter's insults were meant.
*****
"Land ho!" came the call from the crow's nest, and Jamie looked up from where he was retying ropes for the sails. Ahead of them was a small island, completely covered by buildings. He looked at his father, who was standing at the helm with a grin on his face. "Tortuga approaches, gents!" he yelled, and Will (Sr.) turned around from where he'd been leaning against a pile of barrels, staring out at the sea they'd traveled over already. "Tortuga?" he asked, and Jack grinned, "Aye, Tortuga."
Tortuga was as rowdy and unkempt as it had always been. Walking through a narrow alleyway, the house railings above them were littered with drunks, and prostitutes, drinking, laughing, and having a general good time. The crew had been told they were staying for two days, no longer, and any man not at the dock by the time they were to leave was to be left behind. In the town center, the crew split up, leaving Jack, Jamie, and the two Will's standing, looking slightly bewildered.
Out of nowhere, a young girl, around Jamie's age, stalked up, and stopped in front of the younger Will. Jack rubbed the side of his face absently, and watched as the girl glared at Will. "And where've you been?" she asked, suspicion etched into every word. Will looked at his father, who was trying to keep from laughing. "Ah, Cherie, I've been around. On th' Dauntless, th' Black Pearl..." he didn't have a chance to finish, her hand snaked out of nowhere, and caught the side of his face, swinging him around. Jack tried not to laugh, and Will glared at him before turning back to Cherie. "Not so sure I deserved that. Why did I deserve that?" he asked the furious Cherie. "Ye ain't nothin' but a liar, Mr. Turner! Th' Black Pearl sunk a long time ago, afore our time!"
This was something Jack couldn't stand, he stepped forwards, interrupting Will's explanation. "The Pearl? Sunk? I don't be thinkin' so, dearie. If the Black Pearl had sunken, I'd have gone down with me ship, an' I'm still around, ain't I?" Cherie looked at Jack, disbelief etched into every pore on her face, "And you're Jack Sparrow?" Jack sighed, "*Captain* Jack Sparrow, dearie, and you are...?"
Cherie grinned smugly, "Me ma's gonna be happy t' hear your back in the Caribbean - she owes you a slap - I'm Scarlet's daughter, Cherie." Jack flinched, "P'raps ye'd best keep the fact that I'm back to yeself..." Jack didn't have a chance to finish, as an older Scarlet walked out the the alleyway beside them. "Scarlet! Long time...." Jack suddenly found himself spinning around to face an amused Cherie. Scarlet was still waiting when he turned back, "Now, I know I didn't deserve that...."
Scarlet, hands on hips, raised her eyebrows. "Ye left withou' payin' yer bill, Jack! The Tavern nearly went outa business cause o' you!" She flounced away, leaving Jack to rub his face in disbelief. "It were twenty years ago, Scarlet!" he called after her, and turned around to find himseld face-to-face with another familiar face. "Gisele!" he said, feigning happiness. Gisele's eyes narrowed, and Jack barely had time to brace himself for the slap. "Now, I do believe there was somethin' I was meant t' do afore I left, an' forgot t', so p'raps I did deserve that...but maybe not." He didn't have a chance to ask her what his slap was for, as she was already walking away.
Will Jr. wasn't faring much better. After Cherie had left, in a slightly better mood, Rachael had come up, and also slapped him without warning. She hadn't given him time to explain, simply stalked off angrily, giving Will an excuse to leave the small group, and go after her. That left Jamie, Will, and Jack in the circle. "Well," stated Jack matter-of-factly. "We need to find Gibbs!"
Will looked at Jack astounded, "Gibbs? He hasn't been seen for years, Jack - he took a ship and crew to Italy, and the last news we heard was that it'd sunken...." Jack didn't say anything, just walked towards the old pig-coop in his usual hypnotic way.
Upon arrival at the coop, Will had looked around, and saw no sign that anyone had been living there for some years, at least. Even the pigs were gone. Jack didn't seem to notice any of this, just sauntered past a ladder, and reached up the floor of the loft. He grinned when he found a catch, and pulled, stepping back as he did so, letting piles of straw fall out onto the floor. Amidst the sound of straw falling to the floor, there was a large 'thump', and the shape of a man was visible. Pushing the straw out of the way, Jack helped a shaken-looking Gibbs to his feet.
He looked much older than he had the last time Will had seen him, but he was still the loyal, good-natured crew-finding helper Will remembered him to be. "Jack? What the hell are ye doin' back in the Caribbean? It don't matter - but it's bad luck t' wake a man, Jack, an' unless ye remember the counter for it, we'll both be in fer it!" Jack laughed, and knelt beside his old friend, "Aye, I remember the counter, an' this time I'm *not* in need o' a crew, so ye can thank yer lucky stars fer that!"
Helping the older man to his feet, Jack stepped back, and almost tripped over his son, who was staring at Gibbs like he'd seen a ghost. "You? I know you... you tried to kill me at Port Royal!" he blurted out quite suddenly, and Jack looked from his son, to Gibbs, who looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, lad, if I'da known ye were with Jack, an' Will, I would ne'er have." Jamie still stared at Gibbs as though he was going to suddenly come for him with a sword, but he didn't say anything. Jack, on the other hand, held his hand poised over his sword. "Ye tried t' kill me *son*?" he sounded offended, and caused Gibbs to double-take. "Your... son? I never... I didn't know, Jack. If I had, I'da helped the lad, and given 'im some of my stuff, instead of chasin' 'im after he stole me gear!" Jack looked momentarily confused, but shrugged, and led the rest of the group to the tavern.
Scarlet pounced on him as soon as he walked through the door. "Ye can't stay in 'ere 'til ye pay yer bill, *Captain*," she said right into his ear, so he couldn't feign deafness. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two shillings, "There ye go, Scarlet. Now, if ye don' mind, we'd like some drinks - ale all round, t' start with. An' some rooms, too. Be a good lass, and settle us in, savvy?"
Moving in his regular way, and flirting with both his eyes and hands, he soon had Scarlet fulfilling his every request with a smile. It did wonders for the girl's face, and she looked years younger.
The table chosen by Will and Jack for the conversation was close enough to the action that no one could overhear, but far enough away so that Gibbs could hear what was being said. Will let Jack do all the speaking, but refused to let Jamie listen in, telling him to keep an eye out. For what, Jamie didn't know, but he figured it was a miracle his father hadn't tried to lose him in the crowd so far.
Jack waited until Scarlet brought over their drinks, whispering in her ear that she'd better be waiting for him after work, before he got on with his conversation with Gibbs. Will, he explained, was only there to fill in the bits that were missing. "It's risky business, what ye plannin' t' do, Jack. But how d'ye know ye ain't gonna end up cursed?"
Jack grinned, "There is a curse, but I happen to know the cure...." That caught Will's attenion, and he stopped looking around the bar for people he knew, and turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. Gibbs looked surprised, "No one's ever known the cure, 'cept fer ol' Grey himself! How can ye know all this 'bout the Hand, an' still be alive, Jack? The men who knew that died soon after they found it - all accidents at sea, they said, but I don't reckon it were...."
Jack looked interested, "What kind of accidents?" Gibbs had to think before he answered, "Mostly big storms at sea, they were washed o'erboard, an' the crew could ne'er get a rope to 'em in time. But they weren't accidents, no sir, ol' Grey don't want anyone else findin' his treasure, an' he's makin' sure that ev'ryone who knows is dead - ye'd best watch the weather, Jack."
As the only person, besides Will Jr, who actually knew about the man on board wasn't in hearing range, Jack listened intently to the stories the few survivors had told before their deaths at a later date. Gibbs was as superstitious as they came, and every little thing that was related to bad luck he knew about. This was one of those things - but he had been proved wrong several times over. He only hoped he was wrong about his one as well.
