Chapter 3
Lost
"Something isn't right, something isn't right at all."
Jack looked trough the glass of his sextant to the sun. Then again at the maps on the table next to him.
"Hhhmmm…"
"What isn't right?"
Anamaria came up the stairs to the helm and stood on Jack's side.
"Look: I measured with several sextants and everytime the bearings happen to be 10°18'20" East longitude and 21°32'01"."
The female pirate looked at the maps and her eyes widened.
"But that's in the middle of… of…"
"The Sahara desert, I know."
"And we're supposed to be…"
"In the Caribbean Sea, I know."
"Something is very wrong!"
"I've noticed that."
"What did you do?"
"Me? It isn't my fault!"
"Then perhaps it's just those stuff."
"Those stuff as you call them are the best navigation instruments known. And I checked them all a dozen of times and they should work smoothly."
"Which they don't."
"Well actually they do, they just don't indicate the proper place."
"Jack, those instrument are made to indicate the proper place. When they don't, they're broken."
"I know, but I can't find what's wrong. And by the way, isn't it a bit coincidence that they are all six broken at the same time?"
"Euh…"
"No matter what, it is my duty to inform you that we are lost."
"It's also your duty as a captain to find a solution."
sigh "I want every second two awake and fully sober men in the crows nest to look out for passing ships."
"Aye, captain."
"And when they spot one, inform me immediately."
"Aye, captain."
"You can go."
Anamaria ran of to do as she was told and left Jack alone at the helm. He sat down on the railing and looked out over the water. Even when they were lost, he adored to be at sea. It was his elvenblood, his sea-longing. Although Jack wasn't going to Valinor, it was the same feeling. He couldn't hear the sounds of the waves without wanting to go sailing on the never-ending ocean.
And Jack didn't knew why, but he began thinking of his little brother, Legolas. He should be almost 3000 now, a full-grown ellon. He was the only thing the captain regretted to have left.
Jack startled and got his full senses back. Why was he thinking this? As if the dreams weren't enough already. For so much time he hadn't thought of it and now he was openly daydreaming. It had to stop.
The great pirate-captain was so lost in thoughts that when Gibbs came running up to him, yelling, he scared himself to death and fell over the railing into the sea.
A couple of minute later Jack was back on deck, dripping and glaring daggers at Gibbs, who was trying to look innocent.
"What is it, mr. Gibbs?"
"A ship, captain, on the starboard side."
"A ship?"
"Aye, captain, a grey ship!"