Chapter 10: We're Really A Fright
"Jack, where's the island?"
"I don' understand it." Jack rapped his compass. "It should be right here."
"Well, the passage is still here, clogged with ships, there are still outcroppings of rock...so where's the Isla de Muerta?" Gibbs asked.
Jack stared ahead, realizing what must have occurred. The island had been claimed by the sea. So much for the riches there.
"Governor, I heard something of the Black Pearl having raided Jamestown."
"Yes, Commodore," Weatherby gestured to a chair, which Norrington took. "Not only Jamestown, but also New York. He was just recently seen in Tortuga."
"No doubt restocking his precious rum."
"So, Commodore...since a wee bit more than one day has passed, do you plan to pursue him?"
"I do. The Dauntless was already stocked to go before I came here. I'm merely seeking your permission to depart Port Royal."
"Granted, Commodore. Do come back with Sparrow." Swann stood, nodding to Norrington, who did the same.
"I plan to, Governor Swann."
"So now what, Jack?"
Jack Sparrow was deep in thought. He had an idea, but there was no way it could possibly work. The last time he'd tried it...
FLASHBACK
"So, Captain Sparrow, we have an accord?"
"We do, Mr. Jones. You raise the Black Pearl from the depths, and I'm captain fer thirteen years. Then you have my services aboard the Flying Dutchman." Of course, Jack had no such plans in mind. "Agreed." He offered his hand.
"Agreed." Davy Jones took Sparrow's hand.
END FLASHBACK
Urrgh, Jack shivered at the memory. Clammy hands, that one. Really a fright the first time ye see 'im, too. "Mr. Gibbs, set course fer Isla Infierna."
Gibbs paled. "Not the..."
"Yes, Mr. Gibbs; the prison island."