Jack's lungs burnt as he swam deeper but he refused to give up. He swam aimlessly until his arm caught hold of material. Jack beamed as he realised it was dress material. He grabbed and pulled and Tiffany was suddenly in his arms. He had a terrible feeling in his stomach. She was deathly pale with blue lips and her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful but seeing as she may never wake up from the slumber Jack dragged her to the surface. He gasped for breath and grabbed hold of a rope that had been dropped down.
"Haul 'em up!" Grey shouted. Jack and Tiffany were pulled to the deck and landed with a thud. Jack cut open the back of Tiffany's corset dress with the hope she would splutter and wake up. She did. He quickly cut the bindings on her ankles and wrists.
"Jack? Jack!" She threw her arms around his neck. He held her tight as if he was never going to let go.
"I'm here, love. I've got you." He whispered into her hair. Grey half chuckled half scoffed.
"I hate t' break up this touchin' momen' but I wan' ye both back in the brig!" Jack glared at Grey.
"She'll die of the cold! At least give the lass a blanket!" Grey shrugged.
"Get a blanket t' the girl when she's backing the brig. So get movin'." Grey snarled. Jack picked up Tiffany, who was incredibly drowsy, and walked back down to the brig. The cell was unlocked for them and Jack carried in Tiffany. He sat down and laid her on his lap. Thomas Devrell rushed to his daughter, ignoring Jack.
"What happened to you, Tiffany, sweetheart?" Tiffany murmured but made no sense.
"She got dropped overboard." Jack said. Thomas eyed Jack wearily.
"And you? You saved her?" Jack nodded, Tiffany was shivering violently.
"Aye that I did." Thomas tried to smile at Jack but it was a worried smile.
"Thank you, Captain Sparrow."
"No problem, mate." Jack said, his gaze still on Tiffany. Grey later came down and asked Jack for the heading to the Isla de Muerta. Jack, much to the surprise of everyone, gave it up without a fight. Grey had left the brig in complete silence.
"What just happened?" Will asked. Jack sighed.
"I've just tightened a noose around my neck and he is going to pull the lever." Tiffany looked up at Jack from his lap.
"I'm sorry. You only had to tell him that to save me." She said, tears falling from her eyes. He stroked her hair.
"Wasn't yer fault, love. In fact twas my fault for takin' ye in the first place. It wasn't yer fault." She nodded but still cried. Jack put his arms around her and cradled her like he was comforting a child who had just lost their favourite teddy bear. The sudden show of affection shocked everyone in the brig, including Tiffany. Sir Thomas sat and watched in silence. Something about this seemed so wrong to him yet when he looked at his daughter and the pirate it just…clicked. And as awful as it was he, Sir Thomas Devrell, actually believed that the pirate captain was a good man.
A good man who Tiffany was very fond of.
She would never be happy to be caged in a marriage to a commodore. She would have all the money and riches and fine dress handed to her on a silver platter but she would still never be happy. He saw the look in her eyes at those fancy dinner parties and the fact that his daughter felt that way had weighed down on him for years. She felt trapped.
Sir Thomas also noticed that when she saw the pirate her eyes lit up. They danced with hope and enthusiasm he had never seen before. The way the pirate had dived in and given up secrets he had never wanted to share for the innocent child that lay in his arms astounded everyone. He had not thought for himself, but for another. Tiffany clung to the captain like he was the very thing keeping her alive.
"Captain Sparrow, I believe I owe you thanks and my apologies. What could I ever do to repay you?" Jack looked at Sir Thomas and shrugged.
"What did I do that I need repaying for?"
"You came after my daughter and you saved her without thought for yourself, Captain Sparrow." Jack smiled and looked at Tiffany. She was half asleep.
"What more thanks could I want than to be called by my proper title?" Jack said. Sir Thomas nodded.
"You're a good man, Captain Sparrow." Jack smirked.
"So I've heard." Will watched Jack stroke the hair away from Tiffany's face. He hated to ruin the moment but he had to say it.
"Jack, why are we going to the Isla de Muerta?" Jack looked up to Will and then around the cell. Tiffany was still asleep on his lap. He let out a sigh.
"Well, it seems Grey has a certain stone and a certain concoction made by a certain gypsy who has a certain grudge against me." He said nonchalantly.
"So?" Elizabeth pressed.
"So we go to the Isla de Muerta, he takes a few drops of me blood mixes it in the stone with the concoction and Robert's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt, guess whose back." He looked around the cells for a flicker of understanding but everyone seemed bewildered.
"Barbossa." Jack said, putting his head in his hands. Will and Elizabeth frowned.
"That can't be good."
"Thank you for stating the obvious." Jack said, leaning back. Gibbs was in the cell across from him.
"And when ye say a few drops o' blood what do ye mean?" Jack shrugged.
"All of it. They will bleed me dry." He said, dismissing the information with a flick of the wrist.
"Perfect." Said Elizabeth, sarcastically. She leaned against Will.
"What about a plan?" Will asked. Jack tipped his hat over his eyes.
"When you've got one, eunuch, I'd like t' hear it."
"So we just give up?" Jack looked down. Tiffany was looking up at him. Jack searched for the words.
"The Captain Sparrow I know wouldn't just give up." She said taking his hat from his head. He didn't even try and get it back.
"So we just sit here and wait?" Jack shrugged.
"Has anyone got a better idea?" He asked. Tiffany stared at him wide eyed before slapping him incredibly hard.
"Snap out of it! You're Captain Jack Sparrow! You disappeared under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Trading Company! You sacked Nassau Port without firing a single shot! You've escaped the noose countless times! You've fought undead pirates! And now you're giving up? I am not just going to sit back and let this happen." She stood up and walked to the cell bars.
"Grey!" She screamed. In a flash Grey was standing in front of Tiffany. He smirked at her before speaking.
"I've got a proposition for you."
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