Jack stood on the Black Pearl looking out into the busy docks of Montego
Bay.
It was home, a sight he'd seen day in and day out as he grew up as a lad.
His father owned half the ships and young Jonathan was pretty much given
free reign to roam amongst them. Jack was taken back to a very comfortable
childhood state of mind. His awareness took on almost in a dream-like
quality as he looked over the shipping vessels lined up and waiting to be
of use. He could almost see Charles bounding in and out of the boats as
they played pirates and Adam sitting in his chair on the dock as governor
of Jamaica waiting to hang them. He begrudgingly removed himself from the
memory when. Will appeared at his side, shading his eyes and scanning the
docks for a woman he'd never seen before in his life.
"I don't think she's coming, Jonathan." He sniggered.
Will was having a good time learning and using Jack's past against him. Not that Jack had a bad past, actually it was idyllic...
Will continued to scan the dock fully aware that he didn't know what he was looking for. What does a Gypsy look like? He imagined a dark haired, dark eyed woman of mystery. She would be a tall and voluptuous woman who jingled when she walked. Her white muslin blouse would be pulled down, exposing tan and well-toned shoulders. Large hoop earrings would almost brush the curve of her neck and multiple pendants would cascade into the ample cleavage, exposed just enough too.... Will shook himself free of the daydream pulled himself together. She would be one of Jack Sparrow's women!
He looked from side to side as if to make sure no one saw the magnificent daydream gone havoc. Will shook his head in dismay. What was he thinking? What was this madness that he'd suddenly found himself smack in the middle of? The fact that he was going to sea on the ramblings of a crippled soothsayer and a drunken pirate's gypsy harlot should make him doubt his sanity. The fact that they would be going in search of a goblin treasure temple probably confirmed that his sanity was long gone. Gone on a goose-chase led by one of Jack Sparrow's strumpets! How mad was he?
His loud exhale announced his frustration. Will started tapping his foot then shifting his weight and sniffing loudly. Jack's vigil continued. His hand slammed down on the annoying fingers that were drumming on the railing beside him. He turned to Will with a frustrated huff of his own. With effort Will removed his hand from its prison under Jack's. He rubbed it like an offended child.
"Try to remember.. I ain't the one who asked you here. You asked me."
His index fingers snapped up to shoulder level, punctuating his words as they jerked back and forth in small movements. "Sayin' ya asked me don't really paint the picture does it? How about, cornered me like a trapped rat!"
Will was instantly defensive.
"My father was your friend! He was loyal to you! He is where he is now because of you!"
He was inches away from the pirate captain, his face contorted in anger. Jack leaned back against the rail of the Pearl, about to give the "done what's right by them" speech when Will's arm jutted out, finger pointing.
"Look!"
A carriage pulled up in the street outside the dock. Bags and a trunk were unloaded. Within minutes the carriage pulled away leaving a tiny raven- haired beauty alone and with no one to help her.
Sidi yelled after the carriage driver.
"Wait! Please, please wait!" She threw her hands down to her sides in resignation then tried to pull the luggage into the dock. She struggled with the trunk and bags to no avail. Will was amused. How on earth did that little woman think she'd be able to move all that...what was all that!? Even Elizabeth didn't have that much luggage!
Jack spun around then scampered down the ramp followed by crewmembers to help him with the mountain of personal effects.
The Gypsy continued to struggle then gave up. She looked around almost panic-stricken. She hugged herself and seemed ready to pass out. No one offered to help her. Timidly, she asked a couple for help. They declined. People continued pass her by. Most of them just whispered and walked around her, not even having the dignity to speak to her. With no success and what seemed to be more than her share of rudeness bestowed on her by the people around her, she sat on a trunk, covered her head with a scarf and started to cry.
Elizabeth walked up behind Will and put her arms around his waist. "What are you looking at?"
She rested a cheek against his back. Will smiled he loved the feel of Elizabeth against him. He loved the sound of her voice. He loved that she had written to him from Montego Bay to tell him about the possibility of his father being alive. She had thought of him! Miles and miles away and she was thinking of him. Will knew Governor Swann did not approve of their relationship. He would probably be angry if he knew they were together.
For the second time Will had to push his diversion away and concentrate on the matter at hand.
He focused again on the scenario below. Jack finally arrived to help his Gypsy. "I'm not sure," he answered hesitantly. "Jack's Gypsy."
He pointed. "Over there."
Elizabeth jumped and almost threw herself onto the railing.
"Where, Where? THAT little thing is our savior?
"SHE is going to lead us into Navishi's Grip? Oh Will, I do believe we're in trouble. She's crying! How powerful can she be if she cries about luggage!? "
"I don't think she's coming, Jonathan." He sniggered.
Will was having a good time learning and using Jack's past against him. Not that Jack had a bad past, actually it was idyllic...
Will continued to scan the dock fully aware that he didn't know what he was looking for. What does a Gypsy look like? He imagined a dark haired, dark eyed woman of mystery. She would be a tall and voluptuous woman who jingled when she walked. Her white muslin blouse would be pulled down, exposing tan and well-toned shoulders. Large hoop earrings would almost brush the curve of her neck and multiple pendants would cascade into the ample cleavage, exposed just enough too.... Will shook himself free of the daydream pulled himself together. She would be one of Jack Sparrow's women!
He looked from side to side as if to make sure no one saw the magnificent daydream gone havoc. Will shook his head in dismay. What was he thinking? What was this madness that he'd suddenly found himself smack in the middle of? The fact that he was going to sea on the ramblings of a crippled soothsayer and a drunken pirate's gypsy harlot should make him doubt his sanity. The fact that they would be going in search of a goblin treasure temple probably confirmed that his sanity was long gone. Gone on a goose-chase led by one of Jack Sparrow's strumpets! How mad was he?
His loud exhale announced his frustration. Will started tapping his foot then shifting his weight and sniffing loudly. Jack's vigil continued. His hand slammed down on the annoying fingers that were drumming on the railing beside him. He turned to Will with a frustrated huff of his own. With effort Will removed his hand from its prison under Jack's. He rubbed it like an offended child.
"Try to remember.. I ain't the one who asked you here. You asked me."
His index fingers snapped up to shoulder level, punctuating his words as they jerked back and forth in small movements. "Sayin' ya asked me don't really paint the picture does it? How about, cornered me like a trapped rat!"
Will was instantly defensive.
"My father was your friend! He was loyal to you! He is where he is now because of you!"
He was inches away from the pirate captain, his face contorted in anger. Jack leaned back against the rail of the Pearl, about to give the "done what's right by them" speech when Will's arm jutted out, finger pointing.
"Look!"
A carriage pulled up in the street outside the dock. Bags and a trunk were unloaded. Within minutes the carriage pulled away leaving a tiny raven- haired beauty alone and with no one to help her.
Sidi yelled after the carriage driver.
"Wait! Please, please wait!" She threw her hands down to her sides in resignation then tried to pull the luggage into the dock. She struggled with the trunk and bags to no avail. Will was amused. How on earth did that little woman think she'd be able to move all that...what was all that!? Even Elizabeth didn't have that much luggage!
Jack spun around then scampered down the ramp followed by crewmembers to help him with the mountain of personal effects.
The Gypsy continued to struggle then gave up. She looked around almost panic-stricken. She hugged herself and seemed ready to pass out. No one offered to help her. Timidly, she asked a couple for help. They declined. People continued pass her by. Most of them just whispered and walked around her, not even having the dignity to speak to her. With no success and what seemed to be more than her share of rudeness bestowed on her by the people around her, she sat on a trunk, covered her head with a scarf and started to cry.
Elizabeth walked up behind Will and put her arms around his waist. "What are you looking at?"
She rested a cheek against his back. Will smiled he loved the feel of Elizabeth against him. He loved the sound of her voice. He loved that she had written to him from Montego Bay to tell him about the possibility of his father being alive. She had thought of him! Miles and miles away and she was thinking of him. Will knew Governor Swann did not approve of their relationship. He would probably be angry if he knew they were together.
For the second time Will had to push his diversion away and concentrate on the matter at hand.
He focused again on the scenario below. Jack finally arrived to help his Gypsy. "I'm not sure," he answered hesitantly. "Jack's Gypsy."
He pointed. "Over there."
Elizabeth jumped and almost threw herself onto the railing.
"Where, Where? THAT little thing is our savior?
"SHE is going to lead us into Navishi's Grip? Oh Will, I do believe we're in trouble. She's crying! How powerful can she be if she cries about luggage!? "
