Sailing the Sweet Seas
Charlie had no idea what direction they were supposed to go in. He kept examining the map.but it wasn't helping much.
He glanced up at his two companions. Edward was lazily moving a bladed hand through the water while Ichabod was looking at his compass.
"Edward if you keep doing that, your going to be rusty by morning! Ichabod can I borrow that compass?"
Ichabod's head sprang up, and he looked around wildly, as if just realized he was in a boat sailing across the ocean.
"We don't even know where Sparrow is! What's the point of looking at a compass?" he answered. "This..." he began, holding up the object, hand shaking, "Is junk!"
"But it's magic!" Charlie protested.
"What? Where do you get that f..from?"
Ichabod was trembling now. He looked as if he might faint.
"Oh...I heard it from someone!"
Ichabod glared at Edward.
The trio had taken turns sleeping during their trip. One person would sleep, while the other two minded the boat. Edward had let it slip to Charlie the true nature of the compass when the constable was resting.
"Thought I would let him know!" Edward responded. Ichabod just stared at him with wide eyes. There was silence for a few moments. Finally, Charlie decided to speak.
"Well, since we all know now, we can just use that compass to find Jack!"
Charlie held out a hand.
From a distance, a crack of lightning was heard. Charlie looked in it's general direction.
"Do you want to get overhauled by the coming storm, or will you give me the compass Mr. Crane?"
Ichabod sighed heavily. Finally, he gave up and gave the object over to the young boy.
A couple of hours later, the storm was coming at full force. Huge waves pounded at the hull of the ship and raindrops fell heavily onto the deck. A crew member slipped and almost fell on his way to the wheel of the boat.
"Captain, no man can see from the crow's nest. We should try waiting out the storm!" he shouted.
"No! Charlie's out there! We have to safe him!" Willy responded.
The crew member threw his hands up in defeat. "Your mad you are!"
"What?"
The sound of the rain was almost deafing.
Mort slided over to the right side the ship. Peering overboard, he could see violent waves churning in the ocean below. And beyond the dense fog he could just make out...
"Land!" Mort bellowed. "Turn the ship around! We're going to hit..."
But it was too late.