AN: Sorry for delay, I have started new fan fiction called Every Man for Himself and this has been taking up my creativity. Please Review, all will be cherished.

Chapter 6

After his little discussion with Captain Raebeth, Jack retired to his cabin. He began to pace the room as he thought over the situation.

The Red Diamond had disappeared of the horizon, unless it was another curse or some such thing, unlikely, it meant that the Red Diamond had changed its bearing during the night or that they had made berth in a nearby land. Staring at Norrington's meticulously drawn maps there were no islands marked this far out and Jack trusted this judgement because he knew this area to be constantly patrolled by the royal Navy as it was a common trade route that merchants took. So that meant that the Red Diamond had changed course.

On Board the Red Diamond.

Captains Cabin

"Sir the Dauntless has disappeared from behind us."

Captain Grivas nodded; during the night he had ordered the Helmsman to turn west a few notches, not enough to turn them dramatically and be noticed by the crew on the Dauntless but enough that over time their ship would lead the Dauntless off into a completely different direction while The Red Diamond continued on its course.

The plan had thankfully worked; they needed to get rid of the Dauntless so that the Black Pearl would follow them instead.

Bringing with it, Captain Jack Sparrow who would finally fall into their grasp and there wouldn't be any redemption this time. This was the end for Captain Sparrow.

Red Diamond's Brig

Norrington was starring out of a gap in the planking watching the water rush past, he had heard that the Dauntless had disappeared shortly after dawn and he found that his heart was heavy in his chest. As he stared at the sea he noticed that the sun wasn't in the same position it had been yesterday at this time, they had turned slightly not a lot but enough to get rid of the Dauntless.

He sighed and turned around to face his fellow captives. Turner was pacing the room, occasionally stopping to look at the bars obviously hoping that his expertise would be able to get them out. Elizabeth, Norrington's heart softened, was lying on the solitary bench apparently asleep, but Norrington could see a tiny gap where her eye shone through that proved that theory wrong.

They had been here for a week know and Norrington had to say it was getting to him, not only was he filthy and unkempt (much to his disgust), he was also underfed and completely bored. There was honestly nothing to do except watch his fellow cell mates, who probably looked as bad as he felt, and the way they looked was probably the same for him. Norrington sighed turned back around and continue watching the great blue expanse that was the ocean, rush by.

The Dauntless

Jack was still puzzling over the maps. He decided to ask the navigator for his expertise.

The navigator, by the name of Joseph Longley, was experienced in the navigation of the Caribbean. Well he had been doing it for twenty years. Know he had had many commanding officers but none as strange as Jonathan Crane. The replacement Commodore had called him into his cabin and had asked Longley seriously as to what way he believed the Red Diamond to be heading. He dutifully pointed to the East; 172 degrees from their current bearing, the Commodore had nodded then with Longley accompanying him to the helm, had ordered the helmsman not to turn 7 notches to the East but 8 notches to the West. Joseph Longley felt scandalised, not in 15 years had he been treated in this matter and he didn't appreciate it now.

Jack knew that the navigator was extremely annoyed and angry over his decision to ignore his advice. But he hadn't really ignored it; see he knew the Navy didn't know pirates as well as they thought they did. So Jack heeded their advice and did exactly opposite to what he was supposed to be doing.