Savannah opened the door that has swung shut behind Jack and closed it gently behind her. Jack was sat in his arm chair, and Savannah realised that was the only place to sit in the entire cabin. Or at least, that section of it.
"You want to tell me exactly what's goin' on lass?" Jack asked her plainly. Savannah avoided his eyes,
"We just survived quite a large storm, and acquired a new crew member." She said, innocently. Jack raised his eyebrows.
"I'm takin' a little trip back in time luv. Let's discuss some things from a bit further back eh?"
"Like what?"
"Like how did I know Bill was alive before every one? How did I know where to go? And how did you get your mits on that map?" Savannah swallowed,
"You've er… asked a lot of questions there Jack," She said,
"Aye lass, that I have. And I be wantin' some answers." Savannah sighed.
"Alright, so maybe I did a bit of sneaking around to get the map, but what makes you think I had anything to do with your knowing about Bill Turner?"
"Because, luv, every time something strange goes on, you're usually at the bottom of it." Jack's eyes bored into hers and she looked directly into his. "Look at me and tell me you had nothing to do wi'it, and I'll believe you." Savannah held his gaze for what seemed like an age. Then she gave in.
"Alright," She sighed, and launched into the story of how she got the map. The ball, the chase, the hunt, and Jack listened to everything, not taking his eyes off hers the entire time.
"And what about the rest?" He said, when she had reached the end of her tale. Savannah shrugged,
"Okay, so maybe I did a bit of… dabbling…"
"I knew it, you've been pullin' your bloody witch stunt again." Savannah's eyes grew wide and she hissed,
"Sshh! Don't say that word! I am not a witch. Witches end up getting' hanged. I just happen to do a bit of 'fortune telling' every now and again. Perfectly legal. A profession, some might say."
"And all your bloody hoo doo whatcha ma callits?"
"A-ro-ma-thera-pee," Savannah said, "It's all the rage in London."
"You have an excuse for everything."
"Aye, that I do."
"So it was you who set off that… dream I had."
"You been dreaming about me again, Captain Sparrow."
"You know what I mean."
"Aye, that were me." She admitted, "It were all me." Jack sighed and shook his head,
"I supposed there's no hope in tellin' ye never to lie to me again, is there lass?" He asked her, knowing the answer. "Thought as much. But listen to this. You be on my ship now, and sailin' under my rules. And ye might lie to me in future, ye might skip around the truth in the present, but for the remainder o' this voyage, I don't want you to lie to me, got that?" Savannah knew how he was feeling. He had the safety of the crew on his shoulders, and he had been asking them to trust the word of a complete stranger without question, when she was lying to him, and he knew it.
"Alright Jack," She said, "You have me word on that." Jack smiled and nodded, knowing that she meant it.
"Right then," He said, "Now what do you supposed I should do about that pain in the- that woman?"
Elizabeth stood outside the door of the cabin they had locked their new passenger in and leant against the door.
"You wouldn't think someone so small would have such a set of lungs on her," Marti said, "And I resent being called a 'disgusting disgrace to my gender and an abomination to the human race'."
"I think she just knows how to fight in a corner," Elizabeth said,
"Remind you of anyone?" Jack asked demurely as he joined them. "You warmed up slightly since our first meeting didn't you lass?"
"I don't know what you mean," Elizabeth said, innocently,
"I think I was somewhere in the region of 'despicable', yes, that was the word you used, I think."
"Only after you tried to choke me with your chains," Elizabeth protested,
"I may be a pirate, but far be it from me to rid the world of a girl as pretty as you luv," He slid the bolt on the door. "Now let's see what happens with this one." He jolted back as a vase smashed against the doorframe, narrowly missing his head. "Nice to see you chose a room with no dangerous objects then."
"This is so typical," Marti said, when Jack closed the door.
"What?" Will asked her, confused, "What's typical?"
"Oh, not that," Marti saw Will glance at the door to the cabin, "It's that bloody storm. My hair's been wrecked." Elizabeth glanced at her husband, who's eyes caught hers. She rolled hers and Will shook his head. Elizabeth turned to Marti,
"Marti, I have to say you are the most unusual pirate I have ever met."
"Why thank ye," Marti said, bowing graciously, "And now, I be hungry. How about we leave the Captain to go about his… duties and we go get some eats?"
Jack stepped into the room and closed the door lightly behind him. He saw his rescuee in the corner of the room, her hands loaded with an empty bottle.
"Easy lass, that be no way to treat your rescuer." He said, a smile creeping to his mouth. By the look on this girl's face, he could tell he liked her already. Her eyes were filled with fire, and they were glaring right at him. She looked a lot taller than she was at first glance. She was actually tiny. Marti was a small person, but this girl could be called scrawny. She looked so young, and Jack wondered how some one so young could yell so loud, and throw so hard. "How old are you luv?"
The girl looked at him in disgust,
"If you think I would devouch that information to any one, let alone a pirate, you are sadly mistaken." Jack grinned,
"Alright then lass, how do you feel about givin' me your name?"
"Not particularly positive."
"Well then, I can think of plenty of other things to call you luv, if you'd rather that?"
"I want to get off this sorry excuse for a ship! Now!" Jack folded his arms across his chest.
"Now then luv, that might not be entirely possible. You see, we happen to be in the middle of the ocean."
"I'll take my chances."
"You're either still in shock, or very, very stupid." Jack told her plainly.
"How dare you?"
"Oh I dare luv," Jack said, "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a pirate. I dare. Now are ye going to be tellin' me yer name?" The girl glared at him,
"Rosaline Meredith-Jones. Lady, Rosaline Meredith-Jones." Jack fought the urge to comment.
"Well miss Jones," He said, catching Rosaline jolt when he said her name, "I be Jack Sparrow, Captain, Jack Sparrow. And this sorry excuse for a ship be called the Black Pearl. And I have absolutely no intention of throwing you overboard, no matter how strong the temptation gets."
"Then I request that you leave me in peace, until some one rescues me."
"Rescues you? Who do you expect will come to rescue you luv? In case you didn't notice, yer ship ain't exactly floatin' the right side of the ocean. More like, under it." Rosaline's expression was unreadable, but she was not glaring at Jack any longer. In fact, she was doing everything to avoid looking at him.
"Just leave me alone," She said quietly, "Please." Jack was not used to some one asking him to leave. Telling him to get out her could deal with, swords, guns he could deal with, but this? He looked down and considered this, before leaving the room silently. Rosaline waited until she was sure he was gone and then collapsed on the floor, flooding it with silent tears.