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Chapter Eight – Lost

Jack Sparrow had always been a tough nut to crack in Will Turner's books. Very rarely had he ever been able to predict or explain the pirate's actions. Why Jack didn't just bring his daughter with him to the Turners' house was beyond Will's understanding. Perhaps he wanted to surprise the unsuspecting couple, or maybe he didn't want her to get in the way of any plans he had, whatever they were.

But whatever the reason why Jack preferred to drag his friends all the way across town to the docks where the Pearl was waiting, Will and his wife found themselves waiting on the slippery boards, breathing in salt water and fish perfumes, and ready to start impatient foot tapping at any given moment.

"I shan't be gone long," Jack said before he disappeared onboard the Pearl.

Will and Elizabeth had been close to speechless ever since Jack had mentioned his daughter. They stared at each other silently as they waited, but read each other's expressions. They were both quite unable to find the right thoughts. What was the right way to react when they weren't even sure what to think?

And still no sign of Jack Sparrow. They waited on him for several minutes. Irritation was beginning to overtake their moods.

Currently, rain clouds were hung out to drip dry in front of the sun. Rain drizzled all around. "Oh dear," Elizabeth sighed, "my hair is going to frizzle."

Finally the sea captain decided to grace them with his presence. After jumping down onto the dock in front of the couple (slipping a little on the wet), he grinned anxiously. "There is a slight problem. But it will be fixed in no time. Nothing too serious," Jack said with clasped hands.

"What's wrong now Jack?" Elizabeth forced a smile.

"Well, you see… my daughter has decided to lose herself."

"You lost your daughter?!" Will said with popping eyes.

"Now, see, I didn't lose her, because she was in the care of Mr. Gibbs. Who, in fact, decided to get drunk and not care for her."

"Then why in heaven did you come to our house and leave her on board your ship?" Elizabeth said in a very exasperated tone.

"Excuse me, Elizabeth darling, but number one: my business is my own, therefore all things to do with me is my business, therefore my daughter is my own business!"

"Well what is number two?" Elizabeth said with an arch of her eyebrow.

Jack sniffed impatiently. "Keep up, dear, because number two was in there with number one."

"But… what?" She appeared to be highly confused.

"Never mind!" Jack said with intolerance, "right now, the important thing is at hand. We must organize a search party."

"And why are we responsible to help you with this?" Elizabeth's eyes were now flashing.

Will put a hand on her shoulder. "Darling, I believe we should help him out in this particular situation."

"Are you mad, Will? Do so easily forget how often he used us to acquire what he wanted?"

"Yes, but at the same time, you forget how many times he has helped us when he needed not."

Elizabeth nodded slowly in consent. "Alright, dear."

Jack appeared to be impressed. "Nice restraining order," he said to Will. This comment made Elizabeth look as though she could slap him silly. After flinching, Jack smiled and stalked off down the dock.