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Jack stared over the deck of his ship feeling as though he wasn't really there, his mind wandered like a leaf in the wind, never stopping for long to ponder a single thought. In the distance he could see Port Royal beginning to peek against the pastel blue sky, it made him sigh, he had business with Will and Elizabeth true enough but his real business lay with Tattogyn. Jack turned to catch sight of Devon, she sat alone at the stern squinting out to sea chewing thoughtfully on an apple. Naïve she was yet she worked hard and fought as hard as any man. He features were quite fine, dark hair pulled back into a tight pony tail high at the back of her head and her eyes, Jack squinted at her thoughtfully, she had the eyes of her mother alright. Crystal clear grey, like the sea itself on a heavy day. She wasn't a tall girl, she took that from Tarrogyn, he'd always been on the small side of everything, Jack sighed and laughed to himself, how in blazes James Tarrogyn had managed to court and marry a woman like Sierra he would never know.

"Where you at Jack?" Mr Gibbs said exasperated, Jack half turned.

"Huh?"

"I've been callin' at you for damn near ten minutes and you aint blinked once," the first mate gushed swigging on his leather pouch for some much needed rum. Jack narrowed his eyes and near snatched the flask of the older man.

"Thinking mate," he muttered turning his attention now to the land looming at the horizon. Gibbs stifled a laugh and Jack eyed him swaying back to get a better look at his first mate and probably best friend

"Aye sir but best be start thinkin' on where we need to dock the ship rather on where your needing to dock your nether regions." Gibbs nodded over at Devon and Jack snorted.

"I'd split her in half." he mumbled into the flask as he raised to his lips. Gibbs grinned snatching it back of Jack before he drained the lot.

"I'm thinking' Jack,"

"What with?" Mr Gibbs gave him a dubious look and pointed over to Port Royal.

"I'm thinking we cant just sail into Port, Norrington's probably not forgotten bout you yet, Sail north, I'm thinking' to the cove as not to be sighted?" Jack wrinkled his nose and pried the leather flask from Gibb's unwilling fingers.

"I'm not a decoration on this ship mate, I'm not here just to grace your eyes with my ungodly good looks, I can think for me self." he finished the remains in the flask, "I know where we should be heading, north that is, as not to be sighted." Mr Gibbs accepted the empty flask back giving Jack a fractious stare. Jack only flashed him a show of his gold teeth.

"Well get on it then," the first mate motioned towards the wheel, "At this rate we'll be ploughin' right up Norrinton's back side if you don't get that wheel turnin'" Jack nodded settling his hand on the wheel and easing the ship to sail to the rear of the Port.

"I'm sure Norry wouldn't mind a ship full of men invading his rump," he grinned at Gibbs who only shook his empty flask at the captain.

"Bloody thieving gypsy, That's the last of the rum you just sucked down you bloody neck." Jack smiled smugly and licked his lips mocking the older man.

"Tasted sweet as your mother did last time I saw her," Gibbs's face twisted in disgust.

"My mother is dead you fool." he said stalking off towards the lower deck.

"Aye, was wonderin' why she didn't put up much of a fuss when I-" he ducked quickly as Mr Gibbs flask flew over the top of his head, he peeked round the base of the wheel to check there was no other missiles firing his way.

"Shame on you Jack Sparrow, shame that no women want you save the dead ones!" Gibbs snorted with laugher as he sauntered off towards the stern. Jack stood slowly chuckling. Mr Gibbs never failed to lighten his mood, he was a good man riddled with superstitions and vast knowledge's of legends and myths. It was possible that Mr Gibbs was the only person he could trust, even more than he trusted himself perhaps. He pondered this a moment thoughtfully tugging on a braid. His mind wandering back to the girl, she was trouble now and the poor lass didn't even know it, she was still sitting at the stern her hair pulled loose as she began to braid it behind her. He sighed deeply troubled by the scroll that was beautifully tattooed on her back, at this rate nobody was getting any treasure least of all him.

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Port Royal was exactly as he'd left it last time he'd visited, or escaped even. Fairly quiet but generally merry. He made his way to the Galleon Inn and found exactly who he was looking for.

"I took the liberty of buying you a drink." Tarrogyn greeted him pushing a bottle of rum across the table. Jack slumped down and pulled off his hat throwing it carelessly over the back of an empty chair beside him.

"Cheers." he muttered tipping it in the old withered captains direction and swallowing half in one go.

"I'm sensing trouble son," Torrognn asked sipping his own ale and watching Jack all the while.

"Aye James, trouble it is, it would seem the treasure is lost to us all." Tarrogyn sat back his eye twitching as Jack failed to enlighten him further.

"Well spill it son! Did you get a look at her scroll?" Jack stared at his rum bottle feeling oddly like a traitor, the thought made him laugh out loud much to Tarrogyn's displeasure.

"Aye, I got a look, it seems your wife wants no one but her daughter to get a hold of that treasure."

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