A/N - Back by popular demand, here's another chapter for you patient few. I honestly wasn't expecting to continue this story, but so many people liked the first chapter that I decided to bring it back. I hope you continue to show your support for me and my work by commenting with your thoughts and opinions. Enjoy!
After a week's worth of sailing, a result of Sparrow's ship in tow, they arrived at their destination.
"Here we are," Kenway announced as he and Sparrow met on the port of Inagua, "We should have all the supplies necessary for you to make repairs and gather men.
"What an interesting port you have here," Jack observed, nearly oblivious to Kenway's comment, "Where can I get something to drink?"
"Just up ahead," Kenway pointed, "Perhaps we can—"
"Edward!" Anne shouted from near the Jackdaw.
"Give me one second please," he told Sparrow before running towards Anne, "What is it?"
"You're offering free supplies?" she asked in disbelief.
"Just enough to fix his ship," Edward retaliated.
"We can't part with that much. We'll be set back for weeks!"
"His men died because of me. Those hunters," Edward explained while pointing at the open water, "were looking for me… not him." Anne's eyes shifted to look at the deck they stood on.
"Listen, it'll be fine. I'll make sure he takes no more than he needs and keep a close eye on," he promised while turning to face Jack, who had disappeared, "him."
Meanwhile, captain Jack Sparrow, with rum in hand, began to explore the island. He made his way through the busiest part, the market. He stared all around him at the various stands and traders, all the while taking gulps from the bottle in his hand every thirty seconds. As he walked down crowded streets, he would spot the occasional gold or silver coin and slip it into his pocket. After a few minutes, his pockets not even halfway filled, he pulled out his compass with his free hand and threw the top open. The compass arm spun rapidly in circles for a few seconds before settling on a destination. He looked in that general direction to find a group of woman dressed in colonial attire. One looked up at him and winked while bringing out a fan. A smile grew on his face as he put away his compass and walked towards them.
Back at the port, Kenway asked Sparrow's men if they had seen him recently. They either laughed or gave a satisfied shake of the head. He eventually ran into, who he assumed to be, Sparrow's first mate.
"Gibbs… correct?" he asked.
"Aye? What is it?" Gibbs asked.
"Have you seen Sparrow?"
"No, but I would assume he fancies a drink right about now."
"As do I, but we have business to attend to."
"Business?" Gibbs confirmed with a slight chuckle, "If it be business ye seek, Sparrow's not your man. I, on the other hand, will be more than happy to oblige."
"Very well then, might you join me in my cabin?" Kenway offered.
"That I can do," Gibbs replied while tucking away a crate of supplies he was tending to. Seconds later, the two found themselves off the pier and once again aboard Kenway's ship. Though it may be slightly smaller than Sparrow's, it was truly a beautiful ship to behold, and Gibbs had witnessed first-hand some of her capabilities. As they entered Kenway's cabin, he got to witness some of the captain's garments and equipment; he began to assume there was something more to this man than meets the eye.
"So, I understand those hunters have been pursuing you for quite some time," Kenway began.
"Aye, ever since we left port," Gibbs answered, "We kept an eye on them for close to a week before they attacked."
"I see, were you by any chance carrying unusual cargo? Or perhaps harbored a person of interest?" Kenway asked.
"Only Jack can tell you of our crew and cargo," Gibbs responded, "Why the sudden interest in these hunters?"
"I believe they're organizing," Kenway answered, lying to the pirate.
"Organizing?" Gibbs said out of disbelief.
"Did you spy anything peculiar before you departed?"
"Come to think of it, I did see something… odd," Gibbs replied.
"Aye? What was it?"
"We were getting drinks at our usual spot when I saw several red-coated figures gathered at a table," Gibbs recollected.
"The Royal Navy?" Kenway asked.
"No… at least, they didn't seem the part."
"The part?"
"These lads were heavily armed, had knives and pistols on evr'y inch of em'."
"Were they discussing something?"
"No idea, didn't hear a word what they were saying."
"Hmm, that's troubling," Kenway thought aloud as Gibbs continued his observation of the cabin.
"You're rather armed extensively as well I see."
"I like to think of it as 'prepared for every occasion'."
"That would explain your ability to destroy two man'o'wars single-handedly."
"But that's where you're wrong. For behind every successful captain is a successful crew."
"If only Jack shared that view," Biggs replied with a chuckle.
"Speaking of, who was that older gentleman in your crew? Who took the one hunter's life?" Kenway asked.
"Ah, that be Hector Barbossa. He's an angry man who fancies himself captain more than Jack."
"How has Sparrow responded?" Kenway asked.
"He hasn't, Barbossa is a man of words, not of action. Besides, he's a bloodthirsty brute who's invaluable to Sparrow. We've won many battles thanks to him," Gibbs explained.
"Even so, rage can only take one so far," Kenway argued.
"That we can agree on. So tell me, is there a specific reason you brought me here?"
"Yes, I need your help," Kenway answered.
"How so?"
"I wish to accompany you to your next destination."
"Might I ask why?"
"These hunters are a group that I have tangled with before. They never fight alone. I can provide protection if you grant me permission to stay," Kenway explained. As he finished his statement, a knock was heard on the door leading to his cabin.
"Come in," Kenway called out. Anne erupted from the doorway, "What is it Anne?"
"I found Sparrow," She answered shallowly.
