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Anamaria was only given a few moments to reunite with Will and Elizabeth before they were off into the night again. She went along, but not without some vocal protest.
"Would you mind explaining to me why I just left my job to run of into the night with a man that, as you pointed out, is supposed to be dead?" She asked as she caught up to Jack.
"Afraid I can only give you the abbreviated version."
"Well, out with it!"
"Found a ship. Ship went into future. Discovered Gillette found the ship before me and jeopardized future. Need to fix future."
"And just how are we going to go about doing do that?"
"An excellent question, and one I assure you, I do plan on answering. Just as soon as I figure it out."
Anamaria could only roll her eyes and sigh. " I should have figured as much. And just what exactly are we doing running all over the town in the dead of night?"
"Looking for Gibbs. You wouldn't happen to know where he is would you?"
"'Course not! He could be anywhere! He may have left Port Royal years ago! Why, he could be anywh-" Anamaria wasn't able to finish her sentence however, as she went head over heels, flipping into a tangle of bodies.
As Anamaria tried to take a quick survey of her body for broken bones, she heard a moan emanate from the pile she had tripped over. She gingerly rose up from the street to see what had caused Jack to fall over, and consequently caused her to trip, as she was right behind him at the time.
"Found 'im." she heard what she was fairly certain was Jack's muffled voice. She now heard another, gruffer voice from somewhere in the pile.
"Why don't you look where yer going, you damned fool! If I was feelin' like myself, I'd cut you to ribbons!" Jack finally managed to pull himself away from the talking pile of what appeared to be garbage, but upon closer examination turned out to be a very drunk, very smelly man.
"Pleasure to see you again too, Gibbs." said Jack, as he attempted to brush the smell off himself. The filthy man stared up at the pirate captain for a moment then back at the half empty bottle of rum in his hand, and the back up at the pirate once more before smashing the bottle on the ground and mumbling something about hallucinations and needing stronger rum.
After a few dunks in a nearby water barrel courtesy of Will and Jack, Gibbs was finally sober enough to have a proper panic attack at seeing Jack. They once again told the abbreviated story of Jack and the ship, though this time they spoke a bit slower and used small words, as Gibbs was still far from himself.
" S'now what are ya gonna do?" asked Gibbs, still slurring his words slightly.
"Now we simply find a crew, go back in time, find Gillette before he completely destroys our future, and stop him." said Jack.
"Oh is that all?" Gibbs grumbled sarcastically.
"You wouldn't happen to know where we could find a crew, would you?"
"Er, what exactly would ya be meanin' by 'crew'?"
Jack paused a moment in thought. "A group of people either drunk, desperate, stupid or foolhardy enough to actually want to follow whatever plan it si that I manage to come up with within the next ten minutes."
Gillette's whiskery face broke into a wide grin. "Ah, well I think I can find a few of those around here."
"Perfect. Meet us down in the harbor in a half hours time and have a longboat waiting."
"Aye, Capn'!" Gibbs said, obviously relishing being able to say it again. He turned on his heels and lumbered off toward the taverns.
Jack watched him a moment, then leaned over to Anamaria and said quietly, "Anamaria, go with him. See that he doesn't get...distracted in the taverns."
Anamaria nodded and took off after the inebriated sailor, clearly as happy as Gibbs to be under Jack's command again, though she would surely be much more reluctant to admit it.
Will sidled up to Jack as he watched the two depart, and gave him a start when he asked. "So Jack, about that plan..."
"Oh yes!" He said brightly. "Would you like to hear what I have so far?"
"Uh, yes. Very much."
"We stop Gillette before this whole mess happens."
There was an awkward silence as Will waited for the rest of the plan. Realizing his waiting appeared to be in vain, he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. "Well, um, that sounds good so far. Could you possibly elaborate on how you plan to do that?"
"You know," Jack said delicately holding up a finger and starting to swagger down toward the water. "I discovered an interesting tidbit during my little conversation with our friend Gillette. The ship doesn't need lightning to travel back to a place it has already been. All we have to do is make sure we have the right date and we're more or less off."
Will considered the information Jack had just told him for a moment before realizing that it didn't really answer his question. "So, if we know what we need to do and how we need to do it, why exactly don't we have a plan yet?"
"Because," said Jack, turning toward Will and, as he did so, flashing one of his most maddening grins. "there are so many possibilities to choose from."
"What?" Will stopped in his tracks, causing Elizabeth, who had been following closely behind and listening to the conversation intently, to run right into his back. After a moment of awkward mumbled apologies, they both turned back to Jack and asked him to kindly elaborate.
"Well, we could either stop Gillette right when he first discovers the ship, though I personally find that would be rather dull, then of course there's when he kidnaped you, which would be a bit better..." Jack began to tick off the options on his fingers as he named them off. "And then of course, there's when he catches the both of us when I brought you back to Port Royal, which I think would be far more interesting." Jack finished with what almost sounded like a evil little giggle.
Will, after moving his jaw up and down for a good minute or so, finally managed to find his voice. "More interesting!" he spluttered hoarsely. "Jack, this isn't a game! This is our lives we're talking about!"
Jack whirled around so his face was only inches from Will's. "Firstly, I am fully aware of the seriousness of our situation Mister Turner. I believe I was the one who saw my own grave, so I'll thank you kindly to spare me of any lecture you had prepared."Jack said in a dangerous tone. "Secondly, I am the one with the time-traveling ship, so I'll be the one who makes the decision. Agreed?"
Will could only nod meekly.
"Splendid!" Jack said, clapping his hands together and looking completely cheerful once again. "Well then, we can worry about that a bit later, we have a ship to commandeer!"
Occasionally, Will just needs to be taken down a peg. And I think I'd like to hear Jack giggle evily.