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A/N: Err..I'm sorry. These chapters keep being short. I know. I have a problem with that. I really need to work on that. Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. College, ya know? Anyways, feedback would be nice.
I also changed the rating of this fic. I figured if LotR could get away with that much violence and still have it be PG-13, then so can I. Besides, most of the violence is over now anyways.
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Chapter 4
As Annamaria set the naval ship on course to Port Royal, Jack quickly re-boarded it. He had a small piece of parchment paper rolled up in one hand and the dagger he had removed from the dead body still sticking out of his belt. While the rest of the crew boarded back onto the Black Pearl, Jack set the paper up on the mast of the British ship.
Removing the dagger from his belt, he stabbed it through his letter in one quick motion. The letter stayed, blowing a bit in the breeze but it wasn't going anywhere. Jack had solved his problem of telling the Commodore without even seeing him. He wasn't sure what James Norrington would do the next time they met and he'd rather not find out.
The ship was ghostly quiet while Jack made a quick inspection of it. Everything seemed to be in condition but the way to attract his attention, he still wasn't sure how to do this. Looking about him, his eyes finally settled on the British Flag flying high in the breeze. He began to smile slowly as a plan formed in his head.
After ten minutes, Jack was back on the Pearl. He looked over at the ghostly ship sailing into the harbor with an amused smile. That certainly would catch Norrington's attention. His bloody British flag was flying with a pair of men's trousers above them. There was no way he would miss that sign.
Gibbs chuckled as he watched the ship sail off, unmanned. "That'll get his attention, Jack. It's a good thing you're not a member of the Royal Navy. You'd be hanged for that."
"They already tried that once," Jack mumbled under his breath, steering his ship out of the bay. No, there would be no visit Will and his lovely Elizabeth on this trip. That would have to wait until next time.
"Kind of ironic, isn't it?" Gibbs said more to himself than anyone else but never the less, it intervened into Jack's thoughts.
"What's that?" Jack asked him nonchalantly.
"Captain White. Her 'art seems blacker than night."
Jack grunted at that. There was no real response he could give. "Never met her," he lied.
"Aye and it's a good thing ye haven't. Ye perhaps wouldn't be around to tell about it. Mean as a rattlesnake, that one."
Jack gave the wheel a slight turn as he listened to Gibbs. "What else do ye know?" he asked curiously.
"Only that she took over from 'er father, good man 'e was. Met him on a navel ship years ago. Back then Morgan was just a wee child and was sweeter than sugar. Don't know what rightly happened to her. Seems like she went crazy after her father died. Poor man. Heard she keeps his skull for good luck. 'course don't know if that's so since there are plenty o' tales that spin about that blood lass."
"Bloody Morgan," Jack responded gruffly. "What is it that her ship is called?"
This is where Gibbs stumbled to tell him the information he
needed. "Ah..err..It's a
Spanish named. It was called the White Sparrow for years. Henry
White's name for it. After his death, it was changed."
Jack gave him a look. " 'Course I don't know that much
about her."
"Well then. I suppose we had better find somebody who does then. Savvy?" Captain Jack told him before giving the Pearl his full attention.
Mr. Gibbs looked on with wide eyes. "Jack, you don't mean to be telling me that we'll be looking for.."
"Do you have a better plan?" Jack asked coolly. His eyes never leaving the horizon in which they were heading towards.
Gibbs opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find anything to say to change Jack's mind. He knew Captain Jack Sparrow well enough to know that it would be impossible for him to change his mind.
