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Chapter 12- The Isle de Muerta
"Puts a chill in the bone how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage." Mr. Gibbs commented.
I was standing between him and Will. Mr. Gibbs turned to walk away, and Will and I followed him.
"How was it that Jack came by that compass?" Will asked. He had seen Jack using his broken compass to sail us here.
"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow, for he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isle de Muerta. That were before I met him, back when he was captain of the Black Pearl." Will spun around as Mr. Gibbs said that. My eyes went wide.
"He failed to mention that." I said as Will said "What?"
"Best to place things close to the vest now, a hard learned lesion it was. See, three days out on the venture, the first mate comes out to him and says everything's an equal share, meaning the location of the treasure as well. So Jack gives up the bearings. That night, there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island, and left him to die. But not before he gone mad with the heat." Mr. Gibbs explained.
"So that's the reason for all the…" Will staggered around like a drunk, trying to impersonate Jack.
"Reason's got nothin' ta do with it. Now, when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol, with a single shot. One shot. Well, that won't do much good fer huntin', nor to be rescued. But after three weeks of starvin' and bellyin' thirst, that pistol starts ta look real friendly." Mr. Gibbs mimicked someone shooting themselves in the head. "But Jack, he escaped the island, and he's still got that single shot. Oh he won't use it though, save but one man. His mutinous first mate."
"Barbossa." Will guessed.
"Aye." Mr. Gibbs nodded.
"How did Dad get off the island?" I asked. Will looked at me.
"Dad?"
"Yes." I turned back to Mr. Gibbs. "How did he get off the island?" I repeated.
"Well, I'll tell ye. He waded out into the shallows, and he waited there, fer three days, and three nights, 'til all manners of sea creatures came, acclimated to his presence. Then on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed them together, and made a raft." I raised an eyebrow at Mr. Gibbs story.
"He roped a couple of sea turtles?" Will asked.
"Aye, sea turtles." Gibbs confirmed.
"What did he use for rope?" Will asked. That was a good question. Leave it to Will to pick up details like that. Mr. Gibbs opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, unable to think of anything. He looked up at someone behind me. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I looked up to see Jack.
"Human hair. From my back." He supplied an answer. My face twisted in disgust. "Let go the anchor!" Jack yelled.
"Lower the anchor, aye!" The crew yelled back and went straight to work.
"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore." Jack said.
"Captain," Mr. Gibbs followed Jack as he walked away. "What are we do to should the worst happen?" Jack stopped.
"Keep to the code."
"Aye, the code." Will and I looked at each other, partially confused. I hurried after Jack.
"Can I come too, Dad? Please?"
"No, Saoirse. I want you to stay here. Barbossa isn't the nicest person in the world, and I don't want him to hurt you."
"Alright. I'll stay." I remembered what had happened last time I had wanted to go some where and Jack had said no. I was going to listen to him this time.
"Thank you, darling. Keep the ship in order." He smiled, and tousled my hair.
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