Disclaimer: Heya, this is the disclaimer
telling you that Disney owns Pirates of the Caribbean and the author
of this story doesn't. So any complaints you've got with those
swashbuckling pirates stealing your ride, take it up with Disney.
They know what Jack is really up to. I know you wanted to go but
there's nothing we can do about that either. Relax, and ask Disney
if he's going to pick up Will Turner. Then maybe you can find out where
they're going and meet up with them. Maybe you'll just get your ride
back. Maybe they're come and pick you up. We don't really know.
Oh, and no, we don't know how Captain Jack
Sparrow learned how to drive.
A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was slightly distracted/busy since I was graduating from college. Yes, sirrr. I now have my Associates in Humanities. Hurrah. Now, just to figure out where I'm going next..
Chapter 19
As Captain White had expected, they came upon the island midmorning of the next day. From the large rocks that were in plain view around the island, it seemed as if it could have been any other island in the Caribbean besides the Island of Lost Souls. Nothing made it stand out and perhaps that had been why Henry White had chosen that island to be his "Isle de Murte". Unfortunately, it was now named for the failed journey there.
From Morgan's map, she had known that half of the island was covered in caves but there was no path for her to take. Finding whatever it was she was looking for would be a food's errand and yet it seemed not to matter. As Henry White had planned, all the pieces had come back to his own daughter. No matter the amount of time it had taken, White had known that his future was already written. He had left the mystery to the few people he had known and left behind. Together, those three pieces would bring together what he had hoped for.
"Well, father, this is it," Morgan said as she entered her quarters. "I'm feeling that you wanted this to happen. Never could leave me be, could ye?" she asked as she unfolded a canvas sack in her hands. "Apparently the last time you were here ye had quite an adventure. Course I know ye'll be wanting to come back," Morgan told it softly before stuffing it into the sack.
"Captain," a voice said from the other side of the door. "The boat's ready."
Have Philip bring out Jack," Morgan replied as she hunted her quarters for weapons to bring along.
Already there were two knifes in her boots along with the special knife she had ordered that rested in her belt. She wore her usual battle attire of weaponry of a cutlass and a various sized pistols but for not knowing what dangers she would be entering, Morgan White wanted to be prepared. Opening the drawer of her desk, she pulled out another medium sized knife which she stuck in her belt as well. Grabbing a few more things from her desk, Morgan placed them in the sack where her father's skull lay. Blowing out the light in her quarters, she exited back to the deck.
Finding Jack already waiting there with Philip, she found they were ready to leave. "Give Jack his weapons," Morgan told him as she checked the boat below had the supplies she needed.
"Aye, Captain," Philip replied as he retrieved Jack's gun and cutlass from her quarters. As he returned them to their owner he gave Jack a careful look. Moore whispered to Morgan's prison went unnoticed to nearly everyone but Morgan and yet, she said nothing. Fortunately, no one had heard the words of wisdom that Philip Moore, a member of a piratical crew, had imparted.
Morgan made her way down the rope that led down to the row boat she would be taking with Jack. Not knowing how long they would be gone, the crew had supplied the small boat with enough food for a few days. Although she thought it wouldn't have been much help, Morgan had the map tucked carefully inside of her coat. It might have been a fool's errand she was going on but something had brought her there and she intended that something to end that day.
Settling her canvas bag next to the others, she waited as Jack climbed down the rope. His coat fluttered behind him in the gentle breeze that picked up and also filled the sails of Cicatriz with its warm air. He landed down in front of her a moment later as Tuck pulled the rope in after him.
Tossing an oar at him, Morgan gave him a short order. "Row."
A/N2: Wow. I'm still impressed with how fast two reviews come. And..considering the fact that I actually don't have the last few chapters typed up, I'm gonna have to ask for four reviews this time. Is it possible? I don't know. But hopefully it will give me time to type up the rest of this. Like I said before, you don't even have to like this ..and you can tell me that in your review. All I ask is that you just tell me what it is you don't like. If you do like it, great. What do you like? What needs work? I'd like to know! Hope you're enjoying it so far! Sorry this chapter was so short.
