It was sooner than Jack expected when Coldwood sent One-Eyed Rex down to retrieve his crew and bring them up to the deck. When they all arrived above, Jack couldn't help but notice that the sky above them was filled with gray clouds and the ocean was stirring under them. Rain was pouring down onto the deck, drenching the crew.
Rex turned to all of them, shouting over the rain that they needed to join Coldwood's crew in order to regain control of the Pearl. Even Jack wasn't positive that his precious ship would hold much longer against these waves. They crashed against the Black Pearl with such force and rocked it back and forth with no mercy.
The first mate shooed them away to their business, and Jack could see Coldwood holding on to the ship's wheel, and at the same time, staring at the compass with confusion. Jack weaved his way up to him, careful not to touch anyone. Maybe if he could knock out the captain, take away the compass...
"I know you're there, Sparrow." Coldwood said, still staring at the compass. "Anyway, my first order after my death, if that was your intention, is to kill darling Miss Rivera."
Jack was startled, "Why?"
"Simple: She's the only one who knows the way to the Jewels, besides me of course." He glanced at Jack, "No one else besides me should have the Jewels."
Jack sighed, and simply asked as thunder boomed across the sky, "I was just wondering if my compass was 'broken' again."
The other pirate turned the wheel against the large wave and said, "It's not broken...just...acting strange." Jack peered over his shoulder and saw Coldwood was not lying. The arrow on the compass was spinning wildly.
"Let me see." Jack snatched it away quickly. He knew what he wanted most, and expected the arrow to point at it. Instead, it did the same thing and spun around in circles.
Coldwood was focused on trying to maneuver the ship away from the waves that threatened to throw them all out to sea. "I told you, it's not normal. These waters aren't normal."
Jack couldn't disagree on that. He hid the compass in his pocket while Coldwood was distracted and said, "Where's that niece of yours, anyway?"
"In the captain's cabin. She's safer there than here." As if on cue, a wave came onto the deck, forcing everyone backwards. Jack could see Angelica clutching onto one of the ropes, drenched from head to toe.
He quickly ran down to her, stepping over many fallen crew members. He helped her to her feet, but she shook him off, "I'm fine, Jack-!" Then another wave came and washed them down on the deck again. Mr. Cotton's parrot squawked somewhere in the distance.
Jack gasped as he stood up. Angelica got up by herself, pushing some of her wet hair aside. Rain still poured down as they grabbed some ropes again, trying to control the sails. "We're never going to make it out of here alive!" Angelica shouted over more thunder. "I don't even see any land nearby!"
"That's because of the fog, love!" Jack pointed out, yanking the rope.
"Don't call me that!" She growled at him, "I am not your 'love', Jack!" He couldn't answer, because another wave drenched the crew again.
Jack turned back to Coldwood, who was now just turned the wheel at random, looking at one of his ripped maps. That bastard, Jack thought to himself, Does he not even care about our lives? He knew the answer, but just couldn't believe it.
"Jack!" Angelica screamed. He turned quickly, just in time to see her be swept away by another wave to the opposite side of the deck. He rushed to her, tripping over a soggy Marty.
He scrambled to his feet and found his way to Angelica, who was slipping on the deck. He took her hands and brought her up to her feet again. She tried to shake him off yet again, but the ship rocked them unexpectedly. She tripped into Jack's arms, and he held her for a split second before she pushed away, her cheeks pink.
After an awkward silence and more thunder, he saw that Coldwood was steering them right into where the swirling clouds were. Right into a forming whirlpool.
"I'll be right back." He told her, about to leave.
Angelica caught his wrist, "Jack. I…" She cleared her throat, "Thank you." Those last words were barely a whisper.
Jack grinned at her, and took her hand, "You are most welcome, my ángel." He then brought her close and did something neither expected him to do. He kissed her.
It may have been short, but it was enough that both could feel the sparks flying through their bodies. Angelica heart must have stopped for a second. She had forgotten how gentle he could be, and Jack remembered how soft her lips were.
It was too soon when Jack pulled away. He winked at Angelica's startled expression, said, "Wish me luck!" and ran to the ship's wheel, being careful to jump over any pirates who lost their footing.
Jason was doing his best to keep the rope from the sail from flying out of his grasp again as a wave knocked him off his feet. This journey would defiantly sweep away half the crew if they didn't get away from this storm soon, but Coldwood was too busy with his maps to notice where they were heading to.
He brushed some of his dark hair out of his eyes and sighed. He glanced around for his mother, and saw she was being helped to her feet by Captain Sparrow. He couldn't help feel that they must have known each other at some other time in their lives, since the way they acted around each other.
And before you knew it, another wave came and drenched him yet again.
A parrot squawked somewhere, and Jason turned his head towards the sound. It was Mr. Cotton's parrot, under some steps, shivering from the rain. Beside him, was Jack the monkey. He too was trembling from his wet fur.
Pity went over Jason. He couldn't leave those helpless animals in this type of weather. After a second's hesitation, he abandoned his rope and ran towards them, only skidding once on the soaked deck.
When he was only a few feet away, Jason reached his arms out to them. Frightened, they scrambled away from him and went towards the door to the captain's cabin. He sighed impatiently and went after them, thunder booming overhead.
The two animals found a way to open the door and Jason wasn't far behind. He slammed the door open and looked around the room. Jack the monkey and the parrot ran under a desk covered with charts and ink bottles. He let his soggy boots stomp on the floorboards as he walked over to them.
"What are you doing here?" A voice asked sharply. Jason jumped and turned, his hand reaching for his sword. But he forgot it wasn't there. Coldwood's niece, Anya, was sitting on the captain's bed, one hand on the sword she had. She sat with perfect posture, as well as holding her weapon out with her steady arm.
"I..." Jason began, embarrassed. He couldn't help but blush a little as he noticed how pretty she was. Not a drop of water sat upon her auburn head, and her clothes were as dry as can be. The exact opposite of Jason, who looked like he just took a swim.
"Answer me!" She demanded, not taking her green eyes off of him.
"The monkey and bird..." He tried to explain, pointing at the animals under the desk. Jack the monkey screeched at him before he continued, "I was trying to get them away from the-"
He didn't finish because the ship took an unexpected jolt, causing everything in the room to fall over and crash to the ground. Jason fell on his arm as water broke into the windows and filled inside the cabin.
A/N: I know, I know. I left like, two cliffhangers. But your questions shall be answered in time!
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