A private cabin had been made for Sidi and Elizabeth. Neither Will nor Jack believed either would fare well amongst the rest of the crew. Elizabeth's revelation that she'd tricked both her and his father into believing she was with the other didn't sit well with Jack. Proud of herself she was, completely believing that she was now free and clear to roam the sea at will. Jack knew it would be a month perhaps two before they caught on, and not only would the Royal Navy hunt him down but he'd have to take on his father as well. He was beginning to like the lippy little wench less as time went on. Her ignorance was matched only by her arrogance.

"Captain Sparrow, I'm not here!"

Elizabeth's lips pouted as she stuck her nose into the air. "Well I'm not ! For your information, Lord and Lady Blacklick invited me to accompany them to Spain and I so love the romance of the country. It was so kind of them to offer the escort!"

He reassured her that his father wasn't stupid, and being a responsible man would have informed her father of her change of plans.

"O fcourse not! Lord Blacklick is no fool. One can not judge a man on his offspring. My father wrote to him begging apologies for the change in plans. Oh its such a shame!"

The memory angered him as much now as it did then. Was he ever that obnoxious? Will slipped into the room and sat in the chair across from him. They'd been out for hours.

Will leaned back. "How's Adam?"

"Ahh, he's complaining as usual. 'ee thinks 'ee don't belong."

Will shrugged. "I can understand that. Jack he can't walk on land let alone get around the ship. We'll be out here a long time. He can't move freely about the ship I'm not certain why you forced him to come. Its not likely you'll have trouble finding it, we have the…"

Jack leaned forward on the table. "How much do you know about hostile water spirits boy? Ye an expert now are ye?"

"Well…no but…."

"Ahh. So, because we 'ave the bearings to where Adam thinks the Grip is from his dreams, ye think we'd be able ta find it on our own if maybe ee's wrong?"

"Wrong?"

Jack grinned. "Yeah. Adam's been known ta be wrong a time or two." His chair creaked when he leaned back. His hands clasped behind his head. "When Adam's wrong. ee's VERY wrong."

Will regrouped. "I see well then…I suppose that makes things different. So what are we doing? What is our plan?"

Jack smoothed out a map on the table between them. His finger came down somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, between the Caribbean and the Spanish Colony of Florida.

"Somewhere in here's going to be where ye meet yer Da."

Will didn't know what to say. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Tell me about him Jack. I mean besides that he was a good man and a good pirate."

Jack grinned. 'Yeah well….um about that…I guess truth be told, 'ee weren't really such a good pirate."

Will sat straight up in his chair. "What!"

"Good man but a bloody wretch of a pirate. Couldn't handle a sword ta save 'is life. What do you know of 'im Will?"

Will could not believe Jack spewed such disrespect against his father. He bristled, his voice filled with anger. "He was a good man! A merchant sailor she said but now we know that wasn't true. He went to sea to support my mother and me. She told me he died..." He struggled to think pained that he couldn't remember more.

Jack sat up knowing there would be some sort of temper tantrum or major display of emotion from the young Mr. Turner. "Aye, that he did. Wanted ta earn enough ta make it up to yer mum. No, no not a merchant sailor to be sure. Yer mum was passionate about helpin' the poor. She 'ad him set up on the docks. Well, yer da, once 'ee started something it had to be the best. He was a surgeon, best there was actually. Damn could he take a limb off. "ee was inept as all hell with a sword or gun but damn fine with a saw. Under three minutes I believe he was timed… Your mum and he were engaged to be married. 'ee was forced onto a pirate ship and two years later come home and they got married. Bloody pity he forgot ta tell 'er 'ee was already married."

Will stared gasped. "What? You call that a good man? OH god…that means …that they…that I'm…No wonder she lied. No wonder she hated talking about him."

Jack was surprised by the lack of temper. "I call 'im a very good man. I'd be 'fraid of yer mum too. You've heard…Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?"

"Yes"

"That was written 'bout 'er .."

"You knew my mother?"

"yeah …She made 'im pay all right. Threatened ta tell yer Granda. She wanted him out of her life and sent 'im back to 'is lover at sea ta earn a living. He'd come home an be a fine upstanding surgeon and devoted family man, then when the money ran out, back out 'ee went. He could pick and choose 'is ship being a surgeon and all. Why aren't ye yelling and throwin' things an callin' me a liar?"

Will sat quietly. Uncharacteristically, he absorbed everything Jack said and seemed to be reflecting on it. He shrugged.

"As a child, even I could see it wasn't right. She never spoke badly of him and always said he was a good man, but I think everyone knew. When they said he died she …I don't know, I think she felt guilty and had regrets."

Jack wisely remained silent. "'ee is a good man Will. Bit on the odd side but a good man none the less."

"Why did they call him Bootstrap?"

"Bootstrap. Making money one place to use in a business somewhere else. Gods 'ee'd tell everyone who'd listen that 'ee wasn't a pirate. Nooo, he was a surgeon and piratin' was just a temporary means to an end. " Jack chuckled. "God did he hate bein' called Bootstrap."