AN/ An extra paragraph has been added acknowledging Lady Shadiait's angel character guiding Will from her fic "Of Angels and Pirates." Just returning the favor.
When Jack woke up the next morning I gave him the bone pick I had made. The sun was up, but only just. I told the pirate that he should try to pick the lock on the door to our cell.
"Why can't you do it?" he asked me.
"Because people are going to be coming soon and it wouldn't make much sense for them to see a bone moving all by its self," I responded. There was the sound of footsteps approaching. Some navy men came down the stairs. They didn't say much to Jack, but they did register that he was still there and picked up their fallen companion. After they left, Jack set to work picking the lock.
He had been working at it for quite a long time, and I think he almost got it before once again we heard a sound at the door above the stairs. When the door opened, Jack abandoned his task, afraid of being caught in the act. Leaving the bone sticking out of the lock, he leapt back and quickly lay down, pretending to be innocently asleep. Will Turner came down the stairs. I glared at him for a second, but my expression softened when I remembered how he wasn't deliberately trying to hurt me and that he had had a rough night. All he wanted now was to save Elizabeth, and you can't really be angary at him for that.
I suddenly realised that there was someone else there with us. I sensed another presence moving with Will. "It must be his spirit guide," I assumed to myself. But then, if it was another spirit guide, why couldn't I see him or her? I searched my memory of the battle between Jack and Will the previous day, but I couldn't particularly recall sensing another spirit guide there. Then again I was caught up in the action of the moment and there was the small issue of being impaled to a door. I stared hard at the space where the presence seemed to be the strongest, as if my staring could make them become visible. After a few moments, I gave up. It wasn't an evil presence, far from it. It seemed…divine, angelic. Whoever it was, they didn't mean Will or Jack any harm and they probably wouldn't stop me from doing my job, so I ignored it.
Will ran up to the cell door. "You! Sparrow!"
Jack looked up. "Aye?"
"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"
Jack rested his head down again. "I've heard of it." I smiled the smile of a hidden joke.
"Where does it make berth?" Will asked. My cell mate looked up again.
"Where does it make berth?" he repeated. "Have you not heard the stories?" Will's silence signified that he hadn't. Jack lay his head down and gestured with one hand as he spoke. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants," he spoke of his old crew like one would speak of the plague, "sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found, except," he looked at Will, "by those who already know where it is." Jack hinted to the young blacksmith that he did know the location of the island. Will picked up on the hint.
"The ship's real enough," he said. "Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
Jack studied his nails. "Why ask me?"
"Because you're a pirate." Will looked down, almost as if he were ashamed of asking a pirate for help.
"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack half-jokingly asked.
Will grabbed the door in anger. "Never!" Jack went back to his nails. I shifted my weight so I was leaning more on one leg then the other. Realising that the pirate wasn't going to help him without more reason, Will moved about, frustrated. "They took Miss Swann," he admitted at last.
"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl!" Jack sat up, crossing his legs and resting on his elbows. "I see! Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
"I can get you out of here," Will said.
"How's that? The key's run off." Jack nodded towards the direction the dog went.
"I helped build these cells," the blacksmith explained. He touched one of the metal hinges. "These are half-pin barrel hinges." He turned and picked up a bench, resting its legs against the door, making a lever. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."
There was that word. 'Leverage.' Jack looked at the blacksmith with new interest. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Will Turner." Now THAT was a name that rang bells in Jack's head. He sat up more.
"That would be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name." Sparrow looked down, thinking. "Do doubt named for your father, eh?"
Will looked at the pirate. "Yes." He sounded slightly amazed Jack had guessed that correctly.
"Uh huh," Jack said quietly. I knew he had a plan. He had the leverage, the bargaining tool to get his ship back. Not that he was going to let Will in on this though. "Well, Mr Turner, I've changed me mind." Jack stood up. "If you spring me from this cell, I swear, on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" He stuck his hand through the bars. Will hesitated only a moment before shaking the pirate's hand. I smiled.
"Agreed," Will said.
"Agreed," Jack repeated. He gestured upwards with both hands. "Get me out!"
Will pulled down on the bench, kicked it where it met the door, and lifted. The door heaved out of its metal hinges and clattered to the stone floor. Will stepped back. "Hurry! Someone will have heard that."
Jack wasted no time in escaping. I was right behind him. Jack darted over to where his belongings were hanging. "Not without my effects," he said as he snatched them up. Then the three of us headed for the exit, taking care not to be seen as we left the fort.