Chapter 5
Thank you Libby
Jack and I share a look before I dive to the middle of the floor and lie down. Jack has the same idea and we end up lying side by side on the floor. He takes advantage of this and wraps his arm around my shoulders, kissing my head. Once the footsteps are at our cell, it turns out to be the blacksmiths apprentice and not one of Norrington's men.
"You Sparrow and Pearl?" he says.
"Aye" we reply.
"Are you familiar with the Black Pearl?" he asks.
"Yup, it's my mark," I finish while lifting up my sleeve.
Jack laughs and the apprentice looks angry.
"The ship," he snarls.
"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" I complain.
"We've heard of it," Jack mutters before sitting up and bringing me with him.
"Where does it make berth?" he wonders.
"Where does it make berth?" Jack says," haven't you heard the stories? Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants set forth for Isla de Muerta-"
"-which can only be found by those who know where it is," I add. "Why do you care anyway?"
"They took Miss Swann," he admits.
"So it is that! You've found a girl," I exclaim.
"Well, we see nothing in it for us," Jack announces what I'm thinking.
"I can get you out," the apprentice says.
"How's that? The key's run off," Jack says.
"More like been insulted off." I mumble he pushes me away lightly. I glare and he just smirks.
"I helped build these cells. These are half pin barrel hinges- with the right leverage and the right application of force the door will lift free," he says.
Me and Jack share a look of confusion.
"What's your name?" I ask, generally interested.
"Will Turner." I brighten up.
"Short for William, I imagine. A good strong name. No doubt the name of your father?" Jack says. I elbow him.
"Yes," he says, confused.
"Well Mr Turner, do we have an agreement?" I ask.
We shake hands and I watch as Jack does the same.
"Great! Now, get us out," I call.
He quickly grabs a bench, flipping it over and putting pressure on it before pulling it away. The door comes away with it, making a massive clang.
"Quick! Someone will have heard that," Will says.
"Not without our affects," we call, grabbing them and strapping them on.
"Why bother? I mean, if you wanted to kill me or use them, you could have," he says and both me and Jack instantly flare with anger. Jack has to grab my wrist as I go to raise the pistol in my hand.
"Are you saying that's a mistake?" I snarl.
"Jasmine," Jack says, warning me.
"Alright Turner. When you only have one shot, you save it for the right moment, and the right moment is not yet, "Jack snaps and directs most of the last part to me.
"He unfortunately is right. We have revenge to think about," I say quietly.
Jack chuckles, knowing how much I would love a chance at revenge.
"Who on?" Will says, shocked.
We don't answer, deciding to get out of the fort whilst we still can.
Once in town we run toward the docks, both Jack and I ducking into alleys or into darkened doorsteps if the navy or villagers pass. When we come to a bridge, we go to cross before Jack and I duck under, seeing the navy cross. We exchange gazes as I look at the Interceptor and he looks at the Dauntless. We switch sides before looking at each other, nodding and smirking. Will follows one of our gazes.
"We're going to steal a ship. That ship," Will says, looking toward the Interceptor.
"No, we're going to commandeer that ship," Jack says, pointing at the Interceptor.
"Nautical term," I add when he looks confused at the word commandeer. He nods.
"How far are you willing to go for this girl?" Jack asks.
"Think very hard. This is a big decision," I say to him as he looks ready to give an answer straight away.
"I'd die for her."
"Oh good. No worries, then," Jack chirps happily.
I clap my hands silently as I murmur, "Well done, whelp. You give the worst possible answer to Jack. How foolish!"
Jack chuckles, obviously hearing me. He turns to look for me, only to curse when I'm not there, following Will's eyes and watching me curse then dive for a longboat. He and Will shrink into the dark as the navy pass. Jack and Will follow my example as Jack catches my plan. Lifting the boat, all three of us make our way down underwater walking along the sea floor. Jack is in the front, I'm in the middle and Will is at the back.
"This is either madness or brilliance," Will says.
"Remarkable how often two traits coincide," Jack says from the front.
"Crab trap," he whispers to me. I step over it and Jack does the same.
"Crab trap," I mutter to Will.
We keep walking and both me and Jack hear a crunch. I turn back and snigger as I look at Will's foot in the crab trap.
"I warned you there was a crab trap," I murmur to him.
"Oh shut up," he mumbles, hitting my back slightly. His worst mistake.
"Don't touch my back. No one touches my back," I hiss at him in anger. He looks shocked.
"Jaz" Jack says in warning.
"He touched my back! No one touches it!" I snap at Jack.
"Jaz, he doesn't know. Let it go!" Jack snaps back.
"Er, Jasmine, I'm sorry I touched your back. I didn't know you hate your back being touched. Sorry," he apologizes, sounding confused yet truly sorry.
"Look, it's fine. Just don't touch my back ever again!" I say.
We carry on walking and Will tries to shake off the crab trap
"Wait, does it have a rope?" Jack asks as he sees Will shaking it off.
"Yes," he replies, looking even more confused.
"Good. Leave it. That will make our job easier," Jack says.
Jack stops and I walk into him. The boat hits something. Jack glares at me as I go, "oh."
"We're here," I say.
Jack looks at me.
"Ready?" he asks.
I nod. I look at Will, who also nods. We take 3 big gulps of air, then let go of the boat. It rises to the top and we all swim to the surface - each taking in air - before me and Jack dive back down to work the trap off Will's ankle. We swim up to the Dauntless with the trap before swinging the rope and throwing it up to the top of the boat, watching as it catches on something. We begin to climb up. As we get to the top, Jack goes over first, grabbing my hand and pulling me over, before he moves off, pulling out his pistol. I grab Will's wrist as his foot slips on the finely polished wood and begin pulling him up. Once he gets both hands on the ship I let him go, and he pulls himself up. I grab a low sail, swinging myself up, and begin to walk carefully along it, above the navy who are preparing the ship for setting sail.
"Don't panic. We are taking over the ship!" Jack yells.
"Aye! Avast!" Will shouts, jumping over the rail in front of the upper deck.
Jack gives him a look that says, never do that again, and he stares innocently back as the navy laugh.
"This ship cannot be crewed by two men alone. You'll never make it out of the bay," one man comments arrogantly.
"That's why I'm here," I say, landing silently behind him.
The crew gasp and back away, presumably thinking this is witchcraft. Will looks confused at how I got there and jack just smirks.
Jack cocks the gun he pulled out at the navy guy named Gillette.
"We're Captains Jack Sparrow and Jasmine Pearl, savvy?" he says.
"Move," I snap, pulling out my own pistol.
They all go to a longboat and lower it into the water, before beginning to go in very slowly.
"Take your time, by all means," I snap before raising my pistol too Gillette's head. "Move faster or I blow his head off."
"What can a WHORE like you do to me?" he says arrogantly.
"I am not a whore!" I say.
The other soldiers take to diving into the water or jumping into the boat as they see my face, and Gillette, noticing how fearful his men seem, begins to move toward the boat. I help him by giving him a push.
Jack and Will are making a mess with the sails, drawing attention. As Gillette yells to Norrington, I walk toward the helm before looking at the rudder chain, fiddling around with it before Jack ushers me over. All three of us hide behind the barrels of water.
Norrington and his men board the ship. While Norrington is shouting orders, Jack, Will and I swing over to the Interceptor. Jack rushes to the helm as Will cuts the rope joining the Dauntless and the Interceptor together. Norrington notices and begins to make orders to the navy.
"Thank you, commodore, for getting us ready to make way. We'd have had a hard time by ourselves," Jack shouts.
"Bye commodore!" I shout.
"How long will it take for them to realise I disabled the rudder chain?" I ask, lowering my voice so only Jack can hear it.
"Not long," Jack replies.
Leaving me to steer us to Tortuga, Jack comes back ten minutes later. What he was doing is beyond me. I walk off to tie some ropes when Will comes and sits down, then starts talking about his family. I scoff quietly. Family, family is nothing.
"When my mother died, I came out here looking for my father," he says.
"Is that so?" I comment lightly.
"It was only after you found out my name that you agreed to help me. I'm not a simpleton. Jack, Jasmine, you knew my father!" Will accuses.
"We knew him," I say.
"Only ones to know him as William Turner. The others knew him as Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill. Good man - good pirate. I swear you look just like him," Jack says.
I wince as Will doesn't seem happy at our answer.
"That's not true! He was a merchant sailor, a good respectable man who obeyed the law!" Will yells.
"He was a bloody pirate! A scallywag!" I say. Will draws his sword.
"Put it away son. It's not worth you getting beat again," Jack says.
"You didn't beat me! You ignored the rules of a fair fight. I'd have killed you," he says arrogantly.
I cough in disagreement.
"Well then. It's not much incentive for me to fight fair, now, is it?" Jack says.
He moves the wheel, pulling me to his chest as the sail's boom hits Will in the stomach, sending him over to the sea.
"Now, so long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that matter are these: what a man or woman can do and what a man or woman can't do," Jack explains and I take over.
"For instance, you can accept your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirates are in your blood boy, and you're going to have to square with that someday. Now, us, we could let you drown, but we can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by our onesies, savvy?"
He spins the wheel back around and Will drops to the deck.
Jack finishes. "So can you sail under the command of pirates, or can you not?"
He swings a sword round to Will, who takes it.
"Tortuga?" he asks, confused.
"Tortuga," we say in unison, whilst smirking.
I move from my position of being pinned to Jack's chest and sit down on the steps to the upper deck, whilst Will stands.
"So, what about your families?" Will asks.
I freeze and look to Jack pleading him to go first. He sighs before considering it and then begins to tell.
"My mother died when I was young and my father disappeared when I was fifteen. I stayed at home 'til I was sixteen and left home with Jasmine when I was sixteen," he says and I look shocked at how simply he described it.
I think about doing the same as Will looks at me expectantly, but then looks at Jack again.
"Where did he go?" Will questions.
"Dunno, just went. Both me and Jasmine know he's around, we just don't know where," Jack replies and, satisfied, turns to me.
"Jaz," he says, smirking as he wonders how I will explain this. I glare at him.
"The East India Trading Company got my mum and burnt her at stake, and I killed my father - a fate he deserved. I killed him when I was fifteen and then left with jack only moments after," I say, before walking away into the Captain's cabin and closing the door.
I hear Will comment, "what?"
"Aye, it's true. She killed him and he definitely deserved it," Jack replies lightly.
"Jack, why doesn't Jaz like her back being touched?" Will asks and I tense. If Jack tells him...
"That's not mine to tell, whelp, and I suggest you don't ask her or anyone. Only six people know that information. Three of them are dead, one of them we don't know where he is, and the other two are me and Jaz, so leave it, whelp, if you want to keep your life," Jack replies, his voice edgy. If you listen hard enough, you would detect anger in it.
I give a sigh of relief before starting to rummage through the drawers in the Captain's cabin.
"On to Tortuga," I hear Will mumble as he passes the cabin door, before going below deck.
