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A/N: I've noticed sometimes when they're speaking, I drop letters in words and sometimes I don't. I can't really make up my mind if I want to keep them though so I guess I'll just leave it as it is.
Chapter 14
"Lovely evening, Captain," Jack said as he walked up behind Morgan silently. He had watched her stare silently towards the town of Allenport with unreadable eyes. He knew something was going on in that mind of hers but he didn't know exactly what.
She didn't even flinch at his approach. "Still out of your cell, Sparrow?" she asked him calmly.
"Oh, I'll be back where you want me, Morgan. There's just a tiny bit of information I have that you might be interested in knowing..," he trailed off, waiting for her to ask for it.
Morgan turned towards him, noticing the setting sun gave him an orange glow. "And what would that be? Why someone didn't want to kill aboard my ship tonight?"
"If you mean before," Jack replied slowly as he turned to look towards the town covered in the glare of the setting sun. "Jonathan wanted the please of watching me suffer and if your implying why it was so easy for me to walk up on you, you have your cook to thank for that."
She studied him silently, trying to see what he was getting at. "Good man, Philip Moore," Jack continued. "Served as a cook on a ship I was on before he met up with a man named Henry, Henry White, that is." He turned towards her. "Although if you're implying that I snuck up on you tonight without your knowing, well, I'd say that you were lost in thought. Possibly you were thinking about those British troops who tried to ambush you."
Morgan narrowed her eyes. "What is it you want, Jack?" she hissed at him in annoyance.
"You didn't know there were British soldiers on this island when you arrived, did ye?" Jack asked, ignoring Morgan's anger towards him.
"'Course not. I'm not foolish enough to do something as stupid as risk the lives on my own crew members," she snapped back.
"Ah," Jack replied with a knowing smirk. "That's all," he told her before walking to where Philip was waiting to take him back to his cell.
Morgan watched him go with a curious look. She didn't know what Jack Sparrow was up to and wasn't quite sure she could trust him either. In her book, he was as sneaky as they came.
"Now, what good did that do ye, Jack?" Philip asked curiously as he followed Jack down the steps to the brig.
"It'll do enough, Philip," Jack replied. "From what I remember of Morgan, it'll do enough to make her re-think her steps."
He was smart enough to know that he couldn't break the bond that had been made between Jonathan and Morgan's friendship throughout the years but he knew he could place the slightest doubt in her mind about Meade's real intentions. Jack knew he could break her trust down in Jonathan if he just place the slightest bit of doubt in her mind about him.
"I don't understand you, Captain Sparrow," Philip said with a shake of his head as he stepped down into the brig. "But I'll be the first to thank you if it comes out alright for Morgan."
Jack turned towards him, a tight smile on his face as he placed a hand on the man's big shoulder. "And if it doesn't, ye'll be welcome on my crew anytime."
"Very kind of ye, Jack but I'll be staying with Morgan until the end, out of regards to Captain Henry White, bless his soul," Philip replied.
Jack nodded. "I understand, mate," he replied before turning towards his cell. "Any possible way to get some of those apples down here?"
"Aye, I'll see what I can do about it," Philip replied before opening the door and locking Jack in his cell with Gibbs.
Jack's men watched patiently as Philip slowly made his way back up the stairs. When they noticed that Philip had disappeared, they looked towards their Captain curiously. "Well, Jack. What did ye learn?" Gibbs asked first.
"Not much," Jack replied as he rubbed his newly bandaged wrist. "We're in Allenport under the command of Captain Morgan White and a man named Jonathan Meade. They didn't make plain their venture."
"And who was that?" Annamaria asked curiously as she leaned up against the bars in her cage.
"That, luv, might be our only hope," Jack said with a faint smile before he settled down on the hard bench of his cell.
As a few of his crew members began to talk amongst themselves, Jack frowned. Something wasn't right. Taking out the compass, he flipped it open and peered at it carefully. It didn't seem that different when he looked at it from this angle but he still felt that there was something wrong.
Closing the lid, he examined it again. Jack remembered the other way to open it. He hadn't used it since he had been marooned on that island with nothing to do. It was then that he had taken the compass out and wandered around until he had found himself standing directly inline with Isle de Murte. He knew at that time that Barbossa and his crew were on their way to helping themselves to the rich wealth that was stored there. Henry White had been there first, though.
It was then that Jack had taken the compass, closed it and flipped it so the top was now the bottom. He inspected it carefully in the darkness of the brig and found the small hidden compartment that lay in the side. Sliding the piece over, Jack dumped the contents of another small compass into his hand. It had been Henry White who had created both those compasses and who somehow knew how to make them both work. If Jack had lost the compass to the Isle de Murte, he would have also lost the compass to where Henry White's men were waiting to be saved. Moving it in his hand, he realized that needed to sail more southeast to reach it. He had forgotten about it since then and had only put Morgan and Henry together as the father and daughter he had once met when he was just a young man.
Putting the compass back inside its case, Jack began to remember that day. He had gone to the dock with Henry White. Morgan had gone with them as only a girl in a tattered dress that was too short on her and was climbing the rigging of the ship that Henry was a pirate under.
"Jack, I want you to keep something for me. Someday I might need it again and if I do, I need to you have it for me," Henry had told him, producing the compass that Jack had worn since that day.
He was only nearing twenty-five at the time and was sailing under a pirate captain's name who he had long forgotten. Jack had met Henry one evening in the bar when he had saved his life during a brawl a few nights before. Although they hardly knew each other, the two had become fast friends with Jack learning much knowledge from the older pirate, including some of the knowledge he had of the ways of the British soldiers.
Jack looked down at the compass in his hand. "Why, Henry? Why me?" he whispered but couldn't remember the answer he was given. It was a question that he had always had since then. He knew the reason why now. It would be him who would have to repay the debt to the man who saved his life. He would need to go into the Island of Lost Souls.
