Disclaimer: see first drabble.
Home Is
It was over. All the waiting and planning of the ten years past had paid off, brought to fruition by his own brilliant self. Captain Jack Sparrow had been reunited with the Black Pearl.
The crew - his new, trustworthy crew, not like those accursed mutineers - had all scrambled to follow his orders. Every so often he noticed one or another of them casting an amused sidelong look at him as he hummed and manipulated the wheel almost with caresses. He didn't care. He had his dark lady back. All was well with the world.
Eventually night fell and Marty called to him to join them in breaking open some celebratory casks of rum. Jack stepped away from the helm, but did not want to leave it completely unattended by him just yet.
What was that saying about where home was?
Jack removed his hat and hung it on one of the wheel's handles.
Tilting his head and pursing his lips, he admired his handiwork. It was as good a symbol as any of his possession of the ship. One of the best, in fact. That hat had been with him throughout his decade-long search for the Pearl.
He walked away to join his crew and smiled broadly as they held their tankards up to toast him. Captain Sparrow had his crew and his ship back.