4. Do We Have An Accord?
"Well let's not waste time, dahling," Jack says finally as he reaches into his belt and removed the leather pouch of powder. I look at it for a moment and put my hand over his, stopping him from removing any powder.
"Jack I can't just up and leave my life tonight, this very second," I say softly, shaking my head.
"Why not? Ye finished what ye came 'ere to do and now we can get back to the Pearl," his voice is low and concentrated and his eyes stare into mine, heavy and deep.
"We're gonna go back to the Pearl—I just can't leave tonight, Jack…" I say hurriedly.
"And why not?" he persists.
"Because I told Matt we'd take him with us," I say quickly.
"Ah! Well why didn't ye say so right away?" he asks, no longer looking nervous.
"Well for starters, are we going back for the wedding? When's that happening?" I ask.
"It's soon, luv, which is why we do 'ave t' get back. The Pearl is docking in Nassau Port for us when we return and from there, we'll sail on to Port Royal," he explains. His apparent nautical skills make me smile. I love the witty and intelligent Jack Sparrow.
"Okay, so how many days do we have?" I ask.
"We 'ave four days," he replies.
"Perfect! We can spend the next two and half here and then get back to the Pearl just in time," I say with a smile.
"Um, luv, in case ye 'aven't noticed, I can't stay 'ere," he says with wide eyes.
"And why is that, Captain Sparrow?" I ask with a grin.
"Like I said…in case ye 'aven't notices—I'm a bloody pirate! I can't stay 'ere!" He exclaims as his hand fly about as he gestures to his appearance.
"Well, I like you as a pirate and it doesn't matter to me how you look when you're in my century, Jack," I say as I remove his tri-corner hat and place it upon my head.
"Ye look good in that, dahling," he says as a smirk crosses his lips.
"I'll wear the hat for the next two days if you agree to stay here for that time," I try to bargain.
"Luv, look who yer tryin' t' bargain with! Ye gotta be a little more creative than that," he laughs.
"Alright, if you agree to staying here for the next two and a half days, I will wear your hat at every moment I can so to take public attention from you. I will also wear the hat when we're together at night—if you get my drift," I wink at him, "AND I will…do whatever else you want me to do," I say running out of ideas.
"Now yer talkin'," Jack laughs. "I like especially like that last part," he replies, taking the hat from my head and placing on his.
"So we have an accord?" I ask holding out my hand for him to shake.
"Aye—we 'ave an accord," he says dodging my hand, "that's not how I was plannin' on sealin' the deal," he says as he pushes me onto my back on the bed, climbs on top of me and begins kissing me.
"I knew it!" I laugh as I remove his hat and place it on my head.
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The next day Jack and I wake up to find my room completely engulfed in sunlight. There is a warm breeze coming through my window and I climb out of bed without waking Jack. I open the door and close is gently behind me.
"Matt? You up yet?" I ask from outside his bedroom door.
"I'm over here, you pirate bitch," he replies from the kitchen at the table. He is eating a plate of eggs and toast. My stomach grumbles at the sight of food.
"There you are," I laugh as I walk over the table and sit down across from him. "I'm so sorry about last night,"
"It's fine. I just nearly died, that's all!" Matt exclaims as he takes a sip of juice.
"I can imagine! I was scared too when I heard you screaming!" I laugh.
"So that's your Captain Jack Sparrow," he says as he looks up and behind me. I turn around and see Jack standing in the doorway of my room grinning at the two of us.
"Yes, that's Captain Jack Sparrow," I reply with a smile, looking back at Jack. He swaggers over to the table with us and takes a seat.
"So ye want t' venture into the Caribbean with us," Jack says as he sits down. Matt and I just look at him. I look over and Matt and Matt looks at Jack nervously.
"Well not right now," Matt says with a chuckle.
"Did you make any more of that?" I ask randomly, pointing to the plate of eggs and toast.
"Yeah, it's over on the stove," Matt says.
"Jack, want some?" I ask from the stove as I grab some plates.
"Aye, thank ye dahling," he replies.
"Yes, I would really like to come and just see what your century is like," Matt says to Jack.
"Join me crew?" Jack asks, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"I don't know! I wanna see what it's like first!" Matt exclaims.
"Well we're goin' t' be sailin' on me ship, the Black Pearl and if ye come with us, yer gonna be on me ship, which means I'll need t' make we a part o' me crew—even if it be temporary," Jack explains, laying down the guidelines.
"Don't worry, Matt—it's fun. It really is—the open seas, the smell of the ocean, getting drunk every night," I say as I sit back down at the table and give Jack a plate of breakfast.
"I'll think about it," Matt says with a smile.
"Tell me, Matthew, is there anything ye want most in life? Money? Love? Immortality?" Jack asks, tilting his head upward a bit and narrowing his eyes more.
"Well I don't know about immortality—I'm not like this one over here," he chuckles, pointing at me. I smile and continue eating my eggs. "But yeah, I wanna be famous and rich,"
"Ah, I see. Well what if I could promise those things t' ye? Ye wish t' be rich and famous here, in this life, aye?" Jack asks.
"Jack, what are you talking about?" I ask, putting my fork down.
"I am talking about the Jade Flute," Jack says finally, a grin spreading across his face.
"The Jade Flute?" I ask incredulously.
"Aye, dahling," he replies.
"Haven't we been through enough journeying for a while with the song and all?" I ask with tired eyes.
"Luv, the Jade Flute is hiding somewhere out in Singapore. Lore tells that whoever posses the Jade Flute shall be showered in riches," Jack states with widening eyes.
"And what on Earth could you possibly want with the Jade Flute?" I ask.
"Well, the obvious, dahling. Riches," he replies.
"Jack, no. No, we cannot go after the Jade Flute!" I exclaim, "besides, we have a wedding to go to,"
"I want the Jade Flute!" Matt exclaims suddenly. We both look over at Matt. Jack smiles and then looks over at me.
"Here we go again," I say, slamming my head down on the table.
"So if we go and find the Jade Flute, will I get to bring it back here and become rich and famous?" Matt asks eagerly.
"Aye, Matthew, that be the plan," Jack replies.
"I'm in," Matt says.
"Do we have an accord?" Jack asks.
"No don't do it!" I exclaim, "he's gonna wanna seal the deal with you!"
"Jack shakes Matt's hand, sealing the accord between them.
"I only seal deals with you in that way, dahling," Jack replies rolling his eyes.
"I knew that," I laugh, thinking about the amazing sex we had the night before, and continuing eating my breakfast.
"So Jack, is this quest for the Jade Flute coming before or after the Turner/Swann wedding?" I ask, raising a quizzical eyebrow.
"After, dahling. That way we get the pleasure of sailing with the newly weds," Jack smirks and finally forks through his eggs.
"Jack, they're not gonna wanna sail after the Jade Flute after they've just been married! You can't rob Elizabeth of her wedding night!" I exclaim.
"Aye—and I'm not going to. We'll sail a few days after the wedding," he replies, taking a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
"And what makes you think either of them will even wanna join us on this quest?" I ask.
"Because I'm goin' t' tell them I've found a way of bringin' back our good ole friend Norrington," Jack replies.
"WHAT?! HOW?!" I exclaim in disbelief.
"The Jade Flute, luv!" Jack replies raising his eyebrows.
"How many things can this thing do?" Matt asks.
"So it brings about fame and fortune and brings people back from the dead?" I ask, not believing this thing.
"Norrington isn't dead, dahling," he replies with a low voice.
"He isn't!? Jack, I was there! I saw him die aboard the Dutchman!" I exclaim.
"Bloody Norrington is alive—and happens to know where the Jade Flute is located," Jack explains.
"How does he know where it's located?! Where is James?!" I ask in astonishment.
"James Norrington was revived courtesy of Calypso herself after Barbossa so naively set her free," Jack explains.
"That doesn't make any sense to me, Jack. And besides, how do you know this?" I ask.
"Because I saw bloody Norrington when I was sailing all by me onesies—when I was sailing after the Pearl and retrieved it back from Barbossa. This all happened after ye left," Jack says.
"You failed to tell me all this last night when I asked what you've been up to these past couple months!" I exclaim, a bit agitated with him.
"Like I said last night, there's a lot ye don't know 'bout me, luv," Jack replies with a grin.
"Anything else I should know?!" I ask angrily.
"Norrington told me where he is staying out in Singapore. And it was with Norrington's help that I got the Pearl back. He made me promise t' sail back to Singapore with Elizabeth and Will, and at some point while there, find the Jade Flute, bring him back to the Caribbean and let him set sail for England where he hopes t' spend the rest of his days in an early retirement. Barbossa agreed t' sail under me colors until I found him a new ship—which I did. I then took me ship back and now 'ave the other part of the agreement t' fulfill," Jack explains.
"Some agreement," I say.
"Now all that's left is ye, milady," Jack says.
"We already have an accord, Jack," I reply.
"I need ye t' help me sail me ship t' Singapore, luv—be me first mate," Jack urges me. "The Pearl just isn't the same without ye and I know ye luv a life at sea,"
"I do love the Pearl—and the sea," I reply thoughtfully remembering my time at sea.
"Then will ye come with me?" he asks.
"Yeah. I will," I respond with a smile.
"Do we have an accord?" he asks, his dark eyes gazing into mine.
"On one condition," I say with a sly grin.
"I'm not your first mate. You make me co-captain. I mean, this IS only fair, considering I'm your lover and all," I reply wittily.
"Done," he replies with no hesitation.
"Then we have an accord, Captain Sparrow," I say, standing up from my chair and dragging him into my bedroom.
"I'll just sit here till you're done!" Matt calls to us from the table.
"We're just sealing the deal!" I call back as the door shuts.