Over the next couple of weeks Belle had noticed Jack acting strange, well he acted strange anyway, but he was being stranger than normal. He was being nice too her, but too nice to call him a pirate.
Belle then saw Gibbs at the helm and decided to go and talk to him about Jack. "Hi Gibbs" she said cheerily.
"Why hello there Miss Belle, what can I do for you" said Gibbs.
"Umm, actually I wanted to ask you if you have noticed Jack acting a bit stranger than normal lately?" she asked in hope that he might have an answer.
"Well I can definitely say that I have seen a change in him, but I can't say that I know why though" said Gibbs. He was trying hard to hide the fact that he did know Belle was Jack's daughter, and the fact the entire crew knew as well.
"Well at least I'm not the only one who has noticed then."
"Well how do you mean changed?" asked Gibbs, to give the impression that he didn't know a thing.
"He just seems to be acting nice, but too nice to call him a pirate. For example, he gave me this black dress that I'm wearing and new black boots. He's treating me like I'm his daughter or something." Belle's black dress came down to her knees, had long sleeves and was gathered around the hips with matching black boots.
"Well I wouldn't say that he is 'nice' but he's not nasty or horrible and he wouldn't kill someone unless he had a good reason. But isn't him being nice a good thing?"
"Well yes, but it's like he's treating me differently because I'm more important and more special than everyone else when I'm not, I mean it's not like he's my father or anything."
"Here he comes now," said Gibbs.
Belle looked round and saw Jack walking up the stairs to the helm.
"Mr. Gibbs I believe there is a storm on the way" said Jack indicating the horizon where there were dark clouds and lightning.
"Aye Captain" said Gibbs giving the wheel to Jack and shouting orders to the crew.
"Now Belle I want you to stay below deck, because I don't want you getting hurt" said Jack.
"But-" Belle began.
"No buts. Go," said Jack and he watched Belle walk away and go below deck.
Belle sat on her bed while the storm raged outside, the swaying of the ship making her feel like she was going to throw up at any given moment. She tried lying down but that just made it worse.
She'd been thinking about what had happened over the last couple of weeks, Jack finding her, then saving her, bringing on to the magnificent Black Pearl, she couldn't be more grateful. But she couldn't help but wonder why Jack had been acting so strange since the first night back on the Pearl and why the compass kept on pointing towards him. She decided that once the storm was over she would go and confront him about it all.
A few hours later the storm had died down and everyone had gone below deck to sleep but Belle was to awake to even think about going to bed. She was getting nervous now about confronting Jack and started to have second thoughts about it but she knew she would have to do it at some point so decided to go anyway.
Jack was sitting at his desk pouring over maps, he knew Barbosa would have worked out by now that the ship had gone and was probably coming after him, so he was working out a place where he could go where Barbosa wouldn't be able to find them. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in" he called. He looked up and saw Belle walk into the room.
"Hi" she said, Jack just smiled at her and she smiled back. "What you doing?"
"Well, at the moment I'm just looking at some maps, looking for places to go, because Barbosa has probably noticed that this ship has gone" said Jack.
"Why does he want it so much if it belongs to you?" asked Belle.
"I don't know," said Jack with a quizzical look on his face.
"Maybe he's jealous, that you have grand ship and he doesn't, can't be bothered to get one of his own" she suggested sitting down in one of the chairs on the other side of the table.
"Maybe your right" said Jack.
"After all it has always been your ship."
"Exactly!" said Jack pointing a finger at Belle, making her laugh, "It's my ship!" Jack then went back to looking at his maps.
"Umm. Jack," said Belle, she was getting nervous again now.
"Aye" said Jack still looking at the maps.
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Aye. What about?" He was still looking at the maps.
"Well, it's just that I've noticed, and so have the crew, that you've been acting differently lately."
Jack stopped dead and looked up at Belle, he had a funny feeling what she was talking about. "How do you mean differently?"
"Well, you seem to be acting not like a pirate."
"Not like a pirate?" Jack asked confused.
"You're being nice Jack, too nice for the likes of a pirate, that's all."
"So you want me to stop being nice?"
"No I didn't mean that! You just seem to be treating me differently to everyone else, like I'm special, as if I'm your daughter." Jack just looked at her. Because you are my daughter he thought.
"And why does this bloody compass of yours keep pointing at you?" she said impatiently throwing the compass on to the table, "It doesn't make sense!"
Jack picked up the compass, opened it and saw it point straight towards Belle. "Looks like I have some explaining to do" he said quietly.
"What explaining?" Belle asked confused.
"You know that necklace of yours," said Jack pointing at Belle's necklace.
"Yes" said Belle; she really had no idea where this was going.
"And your mother said that it belonged to your father. Yes?" said Jack standing up and slowly walking around the other side of the table.
"Yeah." Belle was confused like hell now.
"Well that necklace belonged to me," said Jack who was now very tense. Jack saw Belle's face turn into one of disbelief of what he just said.
"But… how… why?" said Belle shocked over what Jack had just said. Jack could tell she was practically speechless.
"Belle, you're my daughter."