Disclaimer: POTC isn't mine
A/N: I would just like to remind my readers that I wrote this fic based on my first impressions of the characters and the plot. I'd only seen the movie twice by this stage, so, obviously, I know things now that I didn't before. Ergo, some things may be inaccurate. I apologise.
As it turns out, however, Jack is sober well before the sun rises. The entire crew also want to know about the map, and crowd around to get a glimpse at the tattered piece of paper which Miss Grey guards with her life. It very reluctantly passes from her hands to Jack's.
He glares at her slightly. "This is the real one this time, right?" She nods, smiling gently.
In the starlight, the crew of the Pearl read the map, and by the time the sun rises, a small island is in sight.
"Bit of a barren rock, 'in it?" Jack comments, swaggering up the deck. Squirrel frowns at the approaching island, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles turn white. Jack places a hand on her shoulder, frowning.
"You okay?" He asks. Squirrel jumps.
"What?" She realises Jack has asked her a question. "Mmm. I'm f-fine."
Jack gives her a sideways glance. "You don't look fine."
"There's something familiar…" Squirrel shakes her head. "But it can't be. I've never left Tortuga in my life. There's no way that I…" Squirrel bites her lip, frowning.
Jack leans on the railing next to her, and lowers his voice. "I don't really know 'ow to say this, luv, but what that girl… wossername… Dawn… What she said last night…"
Squirrel swallows, pinking again. "What about it?"
Jack seems equally uncomfortable. "Eh… Dammit, Squirrel, I've never talked to someone like this before…" He takes a deep breath and straightens up. "Was what she said, about you in love with me and all, was that true?"
Squirrel swallows again. "Yes. Yes it is."
Jack nods, and turns to go. Squirrel sighs. Jack comes back. Squirrel holds her breath again.
"So… umm…"
"Y-y-yes?"
Silence.
"Why do you think the island looks familiar? I mean, if you've never left Tortuga…"
Squirrel shrugs, turning her attention back to the island. "I h-have no id-d-dea." She frowns again, trying to remember, then shakes her head. "M-maybe once w-we land, I might b-be able to…" Squirrel bites her lip again.
"Ok. Fine. Jus' checking." As Jack ambles away, Squirrel catches sight of Jack's face. She grins despite herself.
He wanders back again a few seconds later. "Want to play a quick game of War before we begin our treasure hunt?" Jack holds up a pack of cards.
"Sure." Squirrel smiles, and sits down on the deck opposite Jack. Squirrel and Jack play until Anamaria calls out from the helm that the Pearl is as close as she can go. With a slight smile, Jack scoops all the cards into a pile and tucks them into his belt.
"Another game when we come back?" He asks hopefully. Squirrel nods, her heart thundering. But this time it isn't Jack that's the cause of it. She looks over at the tiny island, wondering why she feels like she's been there before.