I felt bad for writing such a poor piece of work last update, I wrote another brief chapter to try to make amends.
"Oi; wake-y wake-y!" Came the call that echoed through Jack Sparrow's mind, rattling against his brain and grating on his nerves. Peevishly he cocked open his dark-ringed eyes, only to find he was once again in an all-too familiar gaol cell; the grid-lined metal bars hampering his view of an extremely ugly face. "That's right; I'm talkin' 'o you!" Spoke the rough voice. Jack glared at the pug-faced man contemptuously.
"All right, all right; what do you want?" Jack finally groaned, shifting his weight around on the cold, hard floor to a more comfortable position after he realised the man was not going to disappear quickly. The Captain of the Black Pearl was surprised to see he was not shackled, and was even more surprised to notice Will was in the cell next to him, looking more awake and alive than he was, albeit sporting one very bruised and blackened eye. Jack felt around his lip with his tongue, not surprised to experience the eye-watering sting that one feels when they wet a spilt-lip. The pug-faced man regarded them both for a minute, leering and smirking in his supremacy over the two captives. It was then that Jack realised they weren't detained in the Vice-Admiral's ship's brig as he originally assumed they would be; they were in a common local gaol. It seemed Lady Luck was once more smiling on him.
Jack climbed to his feet and glanced around for a few moments, observing the setting and making definitely sure they were on solid ground, not in a Navy vessel getting shipped back to England to be executed. The pug-faced man finally gave in to his curiosity and asked offhandedly, "Wot 'chu lookin' for?"
Satisfied they were not being transported back to the motherland, Jack settled himself back onto the floor. "I take it we've missed the boat, then."
"Aye, it appears the good Vice-Admiral has taken off wit'out ye. No matter, to keep yer spirits up, I've got a present for ye both, straight from the Vice Admiral he-self."
Jack mentally winced. 'A present' in pirate speak was more often than not synonymous with pain, often given by either lashes or a bullet.
Grinning at some unseen joke, the puggy man handed a piece of parchment to Will through the bars with a flourish. "Compliments of Vice Admiral Stone," he sniggered.
With trembling hands, Will turned over the parchment. It was thin, almost translucent, and held printing on both sides. It was marred with a blot of dark ink exactly in the middle of the page.
"The Black Spot?" Jack said scornfully from his cell, barely suppressing a laugh. Will looked absolutely horrified. "He gave you the Black Spot?" Pug-Face frowned in annoyance; Jack's reaction was meant to be fear and horror, not scorn and sarcasm. Incensed, he turned to Jack and pushed another piece of parchment through the bars and stormed back up the stairs, after telling Jack, "Enjoy."
Disney so stole the idea of the Black Spot off me – I had it written down before the POTC 2 movie – mind you, I 'borrowed' (without permission) the initial concept from Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island" anyway. Their word against mine.