'Me own crew has decided to let me rot in Port Royal?' Jack thought to himself. He was alone in the room now, but he knew that someone was at the other side of the door.
He was the captain of this ship! He should be the one making decisions and such! Jack hoped that this wouldn't be a repeat of his first crew.
He shook his head. "Mister Gibbs is an able minded man. He wouldn't do that," he told himself.
"So was Barbossa," a familiar voice said in northern British accent.
Jack looked around wildly and saw no one. He stood up and started to unsheathe his sword. "Who's there?"
"No need for you to sound so surprised. I've been here all along, but since the whole Davy Jones destroying us fiasco," the voice said. Jack couldn't be sure where exactly it was coming from.
"Us? What is this about "us"?" Jack asked. He used his sword to lift up the bed sheets from under the cot.
"Tsk. Don't tell me you've forgotten? It's always been us even before all of this pirate nonsense," the crisp voice said with a small chuckle.
"'Pirate nonsense?' I 'ave you know that I am Captain Jack Sparrow! Captain of the Black Pearl and 'er crew of …"
"Mutineers," the voice said with venom.
"Aye but no," Jack said. He looked around wildly and still saw no one. Was the fever getting to his brain now?
"No it's not the fever. It's something else," the voice said.
"Then wot is it?" Jack asked started to get frustrated. Was he starting to say things out loud again?
"Time me to go now. Ta ta," the voice said and left the sick man in silence.
"Ta ta?" Jack said just as Ragetti and Pintel came into the room. "Yes?"
"Thought we 'eard voices Cap'n," Ragetti said looking around with Pintel.
"Aye. Just talking to ghosts," Jack said.
Ragetti and Pintel laughed at the small joke. After that, the cabin was filled with an awkward silence between the three men who were once a crew a long time ago, but were opposite sides in the mutiny.
"So…" Jack started to say.
"Ah, sorry Captain but there is work to be done," Ragetti said and dragged Pintel with him out the door.
He was left alone in his room. He remembered when he first entered the captain's cabin since he killed Barbossa. The room was filled with such riches! Fortunately, he spent it on livestock, women for his men, an ample amount of rum, fruits, and supplies for the much-needed repair for his one and only Black Pearl. He loved being back in control of the Black Pearl after so many years only to have it snatched away from him again.
At first he didn't mind the distance his crew put on him, but then it got to the point where it was just uncomfortable. Sure they'll risk their lives for their beloved scoundrel of a captain, but there was just something about Captain Jack Sparrow that was unsettling. It may be the fact that he deals with the supernatural, the way he deals things, his somewhat calmness when it comes face to face with the enemy before he tries to worm his way out, or it might be the fact that no one really knows much about Captain Jack Sparrow before he became captain of the Black Pearl.
Jack settled himself on the bedpost and tried to will his sickness away. Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then he started to feel his head starting to slowly clear itself and he felt better.
"Odd, but good," Jack said and sprung up like a jack-in-a-box and left his cabin to observe his crew.
A year and three months passed and no incident happened until one day.
"What iz this?" one of the crew exclaimed.
"Who could of taken our food from right under me nose?" another said.
"Calm down people!" Gibbs tried to shout over them.
The day had just begun and the crew wanted to eat their morning meal before working, but they were really just lazing about and playing games since there was not much to do in the sea.
"What's all the commotion?" Jack asked Gibbs. He was in the middle of figuring out if he should add another belt before he decided to see what his men were yelling about.
"Morning Jack," Gibbs said first. "We seem to have run out of food and supplies of any kind."
"That's it?" Jack asked with a relived shaky breath. At least I still have my rum.
"No," Gibbs said. He tried not to look at Jack when he told him the bad news.
"WHAT? WHY?" Jack cried out. "WHY IS THE RUM GONE?" Jack had a flashback of asking Miss Elizabeth Swann, now the Mrs. William Turner, the exact same question when they were both stranded on that forsaken island almost three and a half years ago.
"The crew thought it would be fun to uh, mix fire and rum a few nights ago. Don't you remember that? Oh wait no, you were passed out on the floor with a bottle of rum. Sorry Jack," Gibbs said patting his shoulder.
"We need to go now," Jack said with that insane glint in his eye.
"Aye, but how long do you think we can last?" Gibbs asked and walked besides Jack.
"Man can survive three weeks or a month without food," Jack said. He stopped walking and thought about what he just said. Where did he hear that? He continued, "But we're not going to last three days."
"Why's that?"
"Because," Jack said and looked at his rowdy crew. First, he clapped his hands and then yelled to get their attention. "It seems like we need to make port."
The crew stopped and waited to hear more from their captain. Jack looked at them back and he thought he was missing something.
"And?" one of them finally asked.
"And?" Jack repeated. "That's it. So MOVE IT!"
He turned his back to them and looked at his surroundings. Not one spit of land anywhere. He guessed that they were in the corners of No and Where.
"Where we going Captain?" Anamaria asked.
"Anywhere, but Port Royal. Tortuga would be best or Singapore," Jack said. He almost grabbed for the compass that wasn't hanging from his belt anymore. He can't remember if he let Elizabeth keep it or if it's buried with Davy Jones down in the pits of the Caribbean.
Days pass and still no sign of land or birds.
Jack was leaning against the railing above the figurehead. He was watching the faint wind movements going through the sails. He really looked peaceful for a ship that always puts him in danger. Nothing was chasing them; it was just the sea and the Black Pearl's crew.
"The crew is getting restless," Gibbs was telling Jack. He added with an afterthought, "I fear that there might be mutiny Jack."
Jack looked at Mister Gibbs. For a moment terror gripped his heart and made the blood flowing through his veins into ice, but then he barked out a laugh. "As long as it's not that island."
"Jack?" Gibbs asked him.
"Aye?" Jack answered back, looking at his old friend.
"Whatever should happen, you'll still be the captain of the Black Pearl."
"Aye. I was always captain of her even before she was made," Jack said. He looked at this wonderful ship with pride. Before he went back to the helm he said, "Stick to the code."
A couple of hours past before someone in the crows nest noticed the slight movement in the air.
"A bird! It's a bird!" they exclaimed from the top of the crows nest.
It was the first sign of life besides the meager fish that dared go near the ship. Men gathered around the starboard as the bird came closer and closer towards them.
Jack was the first to notice that the bird was a sparrow. It was the first time in a long time since he saw one. Immediately, he was telling the crew not to shoot the petite bird, but the crews' empty stomach ruled out any reason.
"Oi! The lot of you get back here," Jack ordered, but no one listened. He is the captain here! "Don't shoot! She can get us back to shore!"
The next few seconds seemed surreal for Jack and the crew.
He stepped on the platform on the starboard to divert their attention. At that precise moment one of the newer crewmembers pulled out a pistol. Jack saw it but he was more concerned for the welfare of the sparrow and getting to land before this got out of hand.
He saw the man point and put his finger on the trigger. Before he knew it he started to feel the cold seeping inside of him, despite the Caribbean weather, a few seconds before he heard the sound come from the barrel.
Sorry for the lateness in this chapter. It was a very busy month. I thought I should post this up before my last day of high school tomorrow. Congrats and good luck to all the seniors!