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A/N: It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I've been kinda busy. I'm just finishing up my second year of college now so everything is kinda rushed. I'm just taking a break right now and updating this. I probably won't update it too often since it doesn't seem there's much interest so maybe once and a while you'll see a new chapter. Right now, I'm just trying to finish up school without losing my mind. It should be fun.
Oh, I just realized I forgot to tell you what Cicatriz means. It's Spanish for scar. Why scar? Well, I think I'll get into that later. Enjoy.
Chapter 16
Jonathan grasped the hand of one of his men as he was pulled aboard the Black Pearl. He had ordered Morgan's men to stay in the boat below which they had finally agreed to distrustfully. He knew they wanted to see why he had need of the Black Pearl but he wanted no one but himself to know where he had hidden that map that he had received as a boy. As he new stood on the deck of the colors he once sailed under, he felt very powerful. The Black Pearl was under his rule. It had been Jack Sparrow's and for ten years the ship that was used by undead pirates was now his. All he needed was the map.
As some of his own crewmen stared at him curiously, he wandered off below deck. Jonathan counted the steps silently to himself before he stopped on the eighth step which had just squeaked under the pressure of his feet. Moving down a few steps, he knelt down and grasped it in his hands. He pulled at the old piece of board until he wiggled it free from the nails that held it together.
Underneath the step was a hollow that Jonathan had created years before. Reaching his hand into it, Mead felt around until he found the piece of parchment among the other objects he had put down there years before. Taking out the rolled paper, he opened it slowly to reveal the map that Henry White had created years ago - the map to the Island of Lost Souls.
Jonathan rolled it back up carefully and tucked it into his shirt. He replaced the step then and wiggling the board back into its place. No one would ever be the wiser of what it contained. Jonathan felt proud of himself as he went back up to the deck. Things were going just as he had planned. He couldn't help but smile at how neatly things were falling into place.
"Lucas," Jonathan said to a muscular African whom he had left in charge of his crew on the Pearl. "May I have a word with you?"
"Yes, sir," the strongman responded as he followed Jonathan to the seclusion of the captain's quarters. They spoke a few words in private before Lucas returned to the deck and began to shout orders to Jonathan's men. They were setting sail again. Meade followed him slowly, a look of content upon his face.
Not another word was spoken to him aboard that ship as the men hurried to set sail towards the destination Jonathan had given them. Meade, himself, had begun to climb back down to the boat awaiting him. As the boat of Morgan's men and Jonathan began their journey back towards Allentown, Jonathan looked down at the cracked glass of the pocket watch that he had stolen from a man on shore. He had half an hour before he had to meet with the blacksmith again.
"Bloody hell," Morgan said, snapping down her spyglass as she watched the Black Pearl ready itself for another destination.
She was livid at Jonathan's decision. The Pearl would be out of her sights once again. He had not told her of his decision to do this and Jonathan Meade had just ordered a ship that was still in her command to leave. Morgan watched as her men rowed him back to Allenport, a decision slowly arising concerning her so-called brother as he sat calmly aboard the boat.
"Tuck," she said addressing the pirate next to her. "When Mr. Meade returns, shackle him," she ordered tossing the spyglass at him before going to her quarters. Jonathan would soon learn that even her half brother could not cross her and get away with it.
Back in Allenport, Norrington looked over at a clock he passed in a store window. Only fifteen minutes to go before he met with his informant. He walked back towards the old man's doorstep. James had walked nearly half the town in this short time and it would not be long before he would soon receive information on the whereabouts of Morgan White.
