Disclaimer: I do not in any Way, Shape, or Form own Pirates of the Caribbean . If I did, I would have a Jack Sparrow at my side, and I wouldn't at all complain .
Ch.10
I knew then that this journey was going to be a lot harder than I originally thought.
Jack then became very possessive of his jar of dirt, which was quite funny in my mind. Will soon turned back to Dalma, getting back to business, saying that we were in need to find the Flying Dutchman. Dalma nodded and sat back down in her chair, picking up some crab arms, she shook them in her hands as she talked. "A torch... a destiny." She then let the arms fall onto the table, marking where we needed to go. Once she told us where the Flying Dutchman was located, she looked at the males and told them to go out, and that she needed to speak to me alone. Both Jack and Will were about to protest but I told them, that it was fine. Once they left I turned back to Dalma, curious as to what she wanted to talk to me about. She motioned for me to sit down as she lead me back to her table.
"Gabriella Turner...." she said leaning back against her chair. "You are not what I expected when yer name came up." I leaned forward against the table with leaning my head in one of my hands. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked curiously. "A good thing." She stated. I just nodded, waiting for her to continue on. "You have chosen a path, as you probably already know." When she didn't continue, I nodded. "Yes, I figured that." I said. Sitting up straighter Dalma gave me a serious look. "Then you know that a path with Jack Sparrow, is a path one that can cause you death." She stated. I just raised my eyebrow at her and nodded. "I was aware of that. I'm not here for a luxury cruise." I told her seriously. She smiled then, and leaned back against her chair once more. "Then you should follow what's right fer yer heart." She said placing her hand over her own. I nodded and gave a small smiling before standing up. I moved away from my chair and walked towards the door. But before I exited I turned back to Dalma. "Do you still love him?" I asked quietly watching her closely. "Fer all e'ernity." Was her reply before I left the house, the small smile still playing on my lips.
When I came down to the docks, Will was the first one to come to me. "What did she want?" he asked curiously. I just smirked and tapped the side of my nose. "Mum's the word Willy." I said simply then turned to face Jack. "We have our heading Cap'ain." I noted with an incline of my head. Jack nodded. "Aye, that we do Gab." He said, holding onto his jar of dirt. "We be going then?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest with a raised eyebrow. Smirking Jack locked eyes with me. "Aye." He said then turned to the others. "We set back fer the Pearl, then make our way to the Flying Dutchman." He said, and got into one of the rowboats, everyone followed after that. I was in the second boat, at the back since Will and Gibbs decided to talk to Jack about something and were in the front boat. I looked back at the hut, and saw Dalma standing outside of it. We weren't too far still from her place and she threw something at me. I caught it before it hit the water. I saw her smile a bit before going back into her hut. I looked down at what I grabbed furrowed by brow a bit. I slipped the thin chain around my neck, looking at the small dream catcher in my hand. Before I could ponder about it, we had reached the Pearl and we started to make our way to the Dutchman.
I don't know how long it took us to get to the wreckage site. I mainly kept myself preoccupied with talking to Will and doing work around the Pearl. I didn't talk to Jack much though since basically asking if we could go. I didn't have time to look and figure out why Dalma gave me the dream catcher yet, but I planned on doing it soon. It was currently sitting in the valley between my breasts, under my wraps. I was leaning against the railing looking out into the stormy sea, I had another bad feeling as I looked at the Dutchman, laying in its ruin glory. 'This is where father is...' was the only thing that seemed to go through my mind, and that chilled me to the bones. A sudden hand laid itself on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly and tense as a warm breath hit the side of my ear.
"Don't let this appearance fool you luv. You know what it holds already." Jack's voice followed the warm air that brushed against my skin.
"I know Cap'ain..."I said quietly, not taking my eyes off of the ship. "You're not really going to make Will go on there are you?" I whispered quietly. Jack didn't answer me, but he did pull me towards my brother and Gibbs, who were both looking at the Dutchman as well. I clutched onto my brother, hugging him suddenly. It wasn't often I did this, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon, and I wanted to remember. Will hugged me back tightly and laid his chin on the top of my head. I listened to Will tell us what his plan was to get the key, saying that he'd row over, search for the key and bring it back and if there are any crew member's that he would cut them down.
"Stay safe Willy." I whispered to him, tightening the hug a bit. Will just nodded and kissed my forehead lightly. "You too Gabby." He whispered to me. He then let me go and pushed me towards Jack with ease. "You better take care of my sister." He threatened before leaving to go get ready. I felt Jacks hands on my shoulders and the tree of us walked over to the side where Will was getting off to leave. I looked down at him, my wet matted hair sticking to my face, and blurring my site. Will looked up at us when Jack called to him.
"If you do happened to get captured... Just say that Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt. Might save yer life." Jack yelled over to him. I looked at Jack frowning, not liking that he was using my brother as an excuse, to not settle his own debt. I left the side and headed down to my cabin, making sure to lock the latch on the door. I didn't want to see my brother row away, to what was probably his doom. I sat against the wall, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I took out the dream catcher and held in my hands. 'Will... stay alive..' I thought, finally feeling exhaustion, from over stress hit me like a ton of bricks, and I blackout, in the same position that I was sitting in.
I woke up when someone was banging on the door. I cracked my eyes open and rubbed my head a bit. I felt like it was going to split in two. I stood up and tucked the dream catcher back to where it was before and walked over to the latch, opening it, then opening the door, catching a hand at the same time. I looked at Jack blandly.
"Do you need me fer somethin Cap'ain?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with the hand that wasn't preoccupied. Jack didn't answer me right away, instead he watched with a tilted head. "We're heading to Tortuga." He said, easily pulling his hand away from my own. "Okay." I replied quietly, dropping my hand, but not before Jack grabbed it with his own. I looked at him curiously and tilted me head slightly.
"I know you probably don wanta speak with me luv. Afta all, I pretty much sent yer brother to his doom." Jack started then paused a bit, thinking of what else to say. I shook my head at him, giving his hand a small squeeze. "Jack, I wouldn't have been able to stop you anyways. You know he'd do anythin for Elizabeth. You knew it and you used it to convince him to what you wanted him to do." I said and chuckled a bit. "Though, thanks fer tryin ta cheer me up." I gave him a small smile before releasing our hands. I walked pasted Jack and went up deck, not saying anything else to him.
It took about a day for us to reach Tortuga, I hadn't spoken to Jack since he came down to the cabin. I asked Gibbs what had happened and why we were going to Tortuga and he filled me in thankfully. I set out to do my normal work around the Pearl, but I couldn't help but not feel the usual happiness that I did when I worked. I just shrugged it off that it was just me missing my brother, and knowing that there was a slim chance that I'd be able to see him again. I winced internally at that, then grumbled myself to stop being so negative. If I knew my brother, which I did, I knew that he would be able to handle himself well enough. But that didn't stop me from worrying still.
I had to shake my head, to clear out my thoughts before we reached port. I couldn't be distracted there, it could cost me my life. We soon came to port and most of the crew went off on their own, knowing that they would be returning the next day. I left with Jack and Gibbs to the bar with nothing else to really do, but I figured that I'd sneak away once things start getting out of hand, like always and go to the weapon smith. I wanted to work on a different weapon besides the usual, sword, gun, dagger bit. Besides, it would keep me busy, and away from Jack, until I knew and figured out exactly what was going on with me.
Once we entered the tavern Gibbs sat down at a table while Jack and I ordered some rum, and sat a little ways away. I was watching who came up and couldn't help but shake my head at the people. 'They're really desperate to just die aren't they?' I thought bitterly and took a swig of rum. Across from me Jack was playing with his compass and from what I could tell was getting fairly irritated with it. I shook my head once more and tilted my head back, closing my eyes slightly. It was then, that I felt Jack's gaze on me. It was strange, how I just knew it was him watching me, especially when we were in a crowded area like this. "See somethin' you like Cap'ain?" I asked, not moving my head, or opening my eyes. I knew that the pendant that I wore had slipped out from my shirt and lightly glittering in the dull light of the candles around us. "Yes." He said simply. I thought he was looking at the pendant, but when I opened my eyes, to see that he was looking straight into them, causing me to almost tip back in surprise.
Jack then asked Gibbs how we were doing, ignoring my surprised look. We had four people join us out of the ninety-nine that we needed. It was when a familiar voice pierced my ears that I snapped out of my light daze and looked over to the table. I had to look twice at the person, just to be certain, it was who I thought it was. 'It couldn't be... Commodore?' I thought surprised. I looked over at Jack, seeing that he recognized him too. He got off his chair and beckoned me to join him, so we didn't get caught. He passed me leaf and we snuck away, though, I found that we more so stuck out then blended in. I thought right when Norrington cocked his gun in our direction, causing us to pause. He was obviously drunk mad....
"Oh look and if it isn't Gabriella Turner as well. What a pity that I should kill you both now." Norrington said sarcastically. I looked over to Jack with a blank look on my face. "If he shoots, I'm using you as a shield." I told Jack blandly. He gave me a mock hurt look as he and Norrington talked. He was going to shoot us if not for two men stopping him, I guess they were bodyguards of sorts. I almost snorted at that thought. It was while Norrington was distracted that Jack grabbed my hand, and we ducked a bit when Norrington's gun went off, causing the bullet to bounce off and bust someone's bottle of rum, issuing a total bar fight. 'At least it's a nice cover to leave.' I thought chuckling to myself. We ditched the leaves, heading over to Gibbs, so we could leave. We easily walked through the mess of people. Jack stole some hates to wear, but couldn't find one that fit right. It seemed almost too natural to just walk through the fights that the drunks were having, not getting hit at all by the stray rum bottles. I looked back at the main floor seeing a particularly thin male fighting with the Commodore and shook my head, already having a good guess at who it was.
'I was wondering when you'd show up Elizabeth. But I'm afraid, Willy isn't here right now.' I thought sighing mentally.