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The Chapters do get darker and somewhat harder to write.
As the late Captain Hector Barbossa has said "Here there Be Monsters"
Chapter Eight
It had been nearly a month since Henry and Carina had been kidnapped. Though it seemed longer than that. The Turners were losing hope of seeing them alive.
The gathering wasn't going well and so far two of the Pirate Lords were dead. Death by Will Turner's own hand.
Will was losing his mind. He was frantic that his son and his friend were dead.
His wife had been forced to place her husband in the Brig.
Jack Sparrow knew that Will was close to breaking and it wasn't helping that he had a mental connection to the Dutchman.
She kept crying out to him. The pain of his ship was driving Will mad.
Jack knew it and Elizabeth knew it.
His compass wouldn't work for Will because Will felt that his heart was already broken.
Maybe it would work for Elizabeth.
"Lizzy, maybe my compass might find the Dutchman. Your heart is still whole. It won't work for Will." Jack offered.
"I will give you a heading but I can't go with you so you are going to want to find the Dutchman. I have to stay here and take care of Will" Elizabeth said
She did just that and gave Jack the heading.
Jack Sparrow was sober. He had been sober for nearly a month. He didn't like being sober. Sober made him predictable and the rum made it so his enemies wouldn't guess what he was up to.
He was sober because of his friends. He kept telling himself he was sober for his friends and he was doing it for his sister (why not she might as well be) Elizabeth and his brother (Will was like a little brother to him).
However he wasn't planning on staying sober just until this whole mess was cleaned up and Jones was dead for good.
"Why can't people just stay dead!" Jack shouted. Gibbs looked up at his captain.
"Because its the Caribbean Jack and its cursed" Gibbs said.
Jack gave him a look. "Superstitious freak" Jack muttered.
The day went by slowly.
There was one thought on Jack's mind and it was also the reason why he was sober for nearly a month.
"Why is the Rum always gone?"