Thanks Libby
"I should be saying that to you, Pearl. You look horrendous," he tells me.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"Oh, must we have such a bad conversation now right before I go down below to sleep?" he sneers.
"That bad it gives you nightmares, huh?" I tease.
He just walks away, following after another crew member. A crew member walks up to me and, looking up, I see… Elizabeth.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be locked up?" I ask.
"I escaped," she says arrogantly, "I thought you were with Davy Jones."
"And so I was, but it wouldn't seem like that now," I snap.
Jack walks over. "Elizabeth, I do hope you don't mind, but I will be taking Jasmine with me now. After all, we have a lot of catching up to do," he says slyly.
Not waiting for an answer, he wraps his arms around my waist possessively and walks me over to the cabin, kissing my neck every now and then as he goes.
"Jack," I mumble.
He doesn't answer, instead opening the door and walking us in. Then, he slams the door shut with his foot and, taking a hand off my waist, locks it before wrapping his arms around me again and turns my body so I'm facing him. He places a small kiss on my lips. I pull away to end the kiss. He tightens his arms and kisses me furiously, working me backward as he does so. My feet hit the edge of the bed and I tip backward onto the soft sheets, hissing into Jack as the wounds on my back flare in pain. Jack doesn't stop in favour of running his hands through my hair. As I scrape my nails down his back, he moans into my lips and I chuckle, breaking the kiss for air.
"Jack… Jack," I gasp, "we have to be quiet, the crew - the walls, they're thin."
"I don't care," he says, before kissing me again.
I wake early. The morning light is only just beginning to stream through window of our cabin. I slip quickly from the bed and begin to collect my clothes, which had been tossed around the cabin. The only types of covering I have are the bandages around my waist. Throwing the clothes on, I sneak silently out of the cabin so as not to wake Jack up and wander slowly to the helm, thinking about last night. Granted there wasn't much sleep involved. I smirk to myself and step up to the helm before my smirk slowly falls from my face and I feel myself flush. At the helm stood Gibbs his face, displaying one of disapproval and knowing. My embarrassment increases as Gibbs chuckles knowingly.
"Do you ever listen to my advice because, from what I and most of the crew heard last night, that wasn't taking it easy," he tells me in a tone of a father talking to a child.
I flush bright red. "Shut up, blame Jack."
He just laughs and walks off to tighten some ropes. I grumble to myself in embarrassment and take the helm, sighing. An arm curls around my waist. Looking up, I look into Jack's deep brown eyes and feel myself go red. He kisses me on the lips and we hear cheers. Breaking the kiss, we look down onto the deck, and I see nearly all the crew raising their swords and cheering for us.
"Get back to work!" we both yell.
Elizabeth and Norrington both walk onto deck together. Jack and I hand the helm over to Cotton and walk down the stairs and onto deck. Jack heads over to where Gibbs and Elizabeth are stood, while I walk over to Norrington, who looks quite alone.
"Beckett wants the compass. Only one reason for that!" Gibbs cries out.
"He wants the chest," Jack drawls out darkly.
The conversation moves on slightly, just enough out of reach that I can't hear. Norrington turns to face me as I lean on the side of the ship beside him.
"It's a curious thing. There was a time when I would've given anything for her to look like that when she was thinking of me," Norrington says to me.
I can't help but look at him sharply. I had also seen what had gone on between Jack and Elizabeth and for some reason it bothered me more than Jack flirting with a whore ever had. It hurt a lot to see him looking at another woman the same way he looked at me last night. But I play dumb.
"I don't know what you mean, Norrie," I say.
"Oh, I think you do," he replies.
"Don't be stupid! She… she trusts him, that's all," I reply, but even as I say it I don't believe it.
"So, that explains why they are looking at each other like that."
"Stop," I whisper.
"So you do understand what it explains, then?"
"I said stop," I snarl.
I move away from him, but he pulls me back to him and makes me watch the helm stairs where Elizabeth sits in my spot. He forces me to walk a little further forward.
"Being captain of a ship, I could in fact perform a marriage, right here, right on this deck, right now," he says softly.
I take a sharp intake of breath and pull away from Norrington and stand where we were stood before
"He only just got me back and now… now he's flirting with another woman. How dare he? How dare she?" I rage.
Norrington smirks. "Jealous?"
"No," I snap.
"Oh, I think you are," he whispers, leaning his face close to mine, so I can feel his hot breath, on my face.
"I am not," I snarl.
"Yes, you are. You definitely are."
"No."
Norrington laughs.
"What about you? You're jealous of Will and Jack," I snap. His laughing immediately stops.
We look at each other in surprise that we basically said the same thing to each other. Softly, I begin to chuckle, and not long after Norrington joins in. Someone tugs on my arm, so I am no longer beside Norrington but am facing Jack. Turning to look back at him I notice him sinking off into the crew.
"Why are you laughing with him?" he asks harshly.
"Why shouldn't I?" I snap.
"You're mine; you shouldn't be laughing with him, like your married to him your not. He tried to kill us!" Jack snarls.
"I am not yours. I am a free spirit, and I don't care what he's done. Why don't you go off and marry Elizabeth?" I snarl back.
Jack turns and walks away toward the longboat that had been assembled. Unfortunately, I have to follow, but I notice Norrie and Elizabeth also join the walk. Each of us sits down in the longboat. Jack is at the front, clutching his jar of dirt, and that means one thing: his black spot has returned. I sit next to Norrington as Elizabeth sits on her own. Ragetti and Pintel join us and pick up the oars. The longboat is lowered until it hits the water. They begin rowing toward the island ahead of us.
"You're pulling too fast," Pintel complains.
"You're pulling too slow! We don't want the kraken to catch us," he answers back.
"I'm saving me strength for when it comes, and I don't think it's a kraken anyways. I heard it said kray-kin," he snaps.
"What, with a long A?" Ragetti snaps.
"Aye," Pintel confirms. Both me and Norrie roll our eyes.
"No-no-no-no-no-no-no. Krock-ens how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and krack-ens closer to that," Ragetti says.
"Well, we aren't the original Scandinavian, are we? Kray-ken," he sneers back.
"It's a mythological creature. I can calls it what I want," Ragetti snaps.
"But…" Pintel starts.
"Shut up, you annoying crew members," I snap.
They jump and turn to look at me. Norrington does also. I shrug and whisper to him, "I have a short temper." He just nods in return.
Jack turns and glares at me. I don't even look at him. How dare he tell me I was his? I am not a possession. He's a stupid idiot for thinking he can control me. The longboat hits the beach, and Pintel and Ragetti jump out and begin pulling the longboat ashore. I quickly jump out also and Norrington follows, then Jack, and finally Elizabeth. She immediately starts following my compass, and I follow with Norrington behind me and Jack running to catch Elizabeth up. She begins to walk backward and forward over the same spot, before stopping and looking over to Jack. I feel myself flare with anger.
"What does it point to?" I ask.
She doesn't answer in favour of sitting down on the sand and throwing the compass down.
"Don't throw that compass!" I snap.
"This doesn't work, and it certainly doesn't show you what you want most," she complains and sits down in fury.
Jack walks over. I sit myself down next to Norrie, who has already given up standing. "Yes it does, you're sitting on it."
"Beg your pardon?" she asks.
"Move!" Jack snaps.
He signals for her to get up, and she does. He then signals for Norrington to start digging. The man sighs, giving me a pleading look for help. I raise an eyebrow. He chuckles and seems to understand that it's not going to happen, so he begins to dig and Jack sits on a sand dune. Shutting his eyes, he begins to meditate. I pick up small sand piles and put them into my hand, letting the sand run through my fingers. Norrie stays digging for a while before THUMP! I lift my head, and Jack's eyes snap open. We scramble for Norrington. Reaching into the hole Norrie made, we lift a chest up, and Jack takes a shovel and knocks the lock off, opening the chest. We notice lots and lots of letters. Elizabeth pulls some out and begins to read them. I knock them from her hands.
"They're private," I hiss. She sneers a little in reply.
Jack pulls out a smaller chest and we all lean in, hearing the steady beat of his heart.
"You were actually telling the truth," Norrie says in surprise.
"I do that quite a lot, yet people always seem surprised," Jack says.
"With good reason!" someone yells from behind. Will.
"Will, thank God you're alright! I came to find you!" Elizabeth launches herself at him after they have said their hellos.
"Whelp! You're okay, no more be owed?" I ask.
"Jaz! Glad to see you looking better and no, no more be owed," he tells me.
"Good."
"How did you get here?" Jack interrupts.
"Sea turtles, a pair of them strapped to my feet," Will answers cheekily.
"Not so easy, is it?" I chuckle.
"But I do owe you thanks, Jack," Will says.
"You do?" Jack asks.
"After you tricked me onto that ship to square your debt with Jones," Will starts.
"What?" Elizabeth asks.
"What?" Jack repeats in a high voice.
"I was reunited with my father," Will finishes.
"Oh, you're welcome, then," Jack tells him.
"Everything you said to me, everything you told me was a lie!" Elizabeth snaps.
"You seem so surprised," I hiss.
"Pretty much. Time and tide, love," Jack tells her.
"Oy, what are you doing?" Jack snarls.
"I'm going to kill Jones," Will says.
"I can't let you do that, William, 'cause if Jones is dead, who's going to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now, if you please, the key," Jack says, as he has his sword pointed at Will.
Will backs up slowly and then, grabbing Elizabeth's sword, points it at Jack.
"I keep the promises I make, Jack. I intend to free my father, and I'm glad you're here to see it," Will snaps.
Norrington draws his sword.
"I can't let you do that either, so sorry."
"I knew you'd warm up to me eventually," Jack says happily.
"Lord Beckett desires the content of that chest: I deliver it, I get my life back," he says.
"The dark side of ambition," Jack says.
"Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption," Norrie comments.
I draw my sword and point it at Norrington, who points his at Jack, who points his at Will, who points his at me.
"I made a deal with Jones. Until my father is dead, I cannot allow Jones to die, and I don't care who I kill to get what I want," I snarl.
Everyone stares at me.
"What? Who said this couldn't be a four way fight? Why does it have to be a three way fight? I'm eager to join, after all. You have just heard my reason," I say as if they are all stupid.