-11. Better Than Gold
"So, was it worth it, Jack?" the pirate captain grumbled to himself, gazing out the small window of his dingy cell. He'd cheated death too many times to count. Outsmarting the authorities just seemed like child's play next to that little triviality. Perhaps escaping the reaper made him careless, or perhaps his all consuming thoughts of the treasure he desired most.
"Jack, why we be going back to Port Royale?" Gibbs had asked. "It will surely be crawlin' with the Navy, especially since now that the East India Trading Company has taken up quarters there."
"You be sounding a bit yella-bellied, Gibbs. You think we can't handle the ladies protectin' Port Royale?"
"It's just the crew, Capt'n. They be anxious, with you not tellin' them why they be riskin' their lives an' all. We'll be there by midnight."
"Why does a pirate go anywhere, mate?"
"Adventure?"
"And what does a good adventure end in?"
"Treasure?"
"Aye. Treasure."
"What treasure be there, then, Capt'n?"
A Treasure better than gold, had thought Jack. "A good one. Savvy?"
But now, here he sat in his little cell on one of the most carefully hidden prison islands in the Carribean, and the rest of the crew in jail back at Port Royale. The last he'd seen her, the Pearl sat anchored in the harbor, a captured ship, sails drawn up dejectedly. And of course, he mused bitterly, no treasure. Not meant to be, it seemed. But arguing with what fate decreed was something Captain Sparrow did best, and relished in.
"I'll get my bloody treasure," he grumbled. "As soon as I get out of this bloody cell."