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"Jaz, I can explain," she says.
"Can you really? What is it, because I would so love to hear it?" I snap advancing toward where she is standing.
A hand curls onto my shoulder, and I pull myself away.
"Do you not understand the meaning of don't touch me? It means you make no physical contact with the person." I snap at him before turning back to Tia. "Well?" I hiss.
"Your mother gave this to me the last time you stayed here. She said to give it to you when you either asked about it or when you needed it most," she explains.
"So I didn't need it when I came here last time? Didn't need it when you warned me about my past? Did I not need it then?" I cry.
"I felt you did not need it. You still had someone's protection, and I needed to teach you how to use it, and there was not enough time," she says.
"I know exactly how to use it, and whose protection did I have? Jack? Well, he isn't exactly protection considering it's him that is in trouble!"
"You know how to use it? How?" she asks.
"It's traditional Pearl magic; I know how it works because it's been passed down the family line for centuries. Each Pearl female is taught how to use it before the mother takes it away until the mother knows her fate. She then hands the necklace over, but my mother never knew her fate and so never taught me. I may not have magic, but when in the presence of something so magically strong, as I frequently was, the magic begins speaking to you. I was taught how to use it; you click the two together, and you wear the necklace when the problem comes and you can't get out. Then, you rip the necklace off and throw it down, before stepping on it. And then the magic happens. You watch as the three different fires spread from the necklace, and you run. First the orange fire, the warning - it gives burns like any normal fire would - and then the blue fire - it destroys and blackens human flesh. Then, the final fire, emerald green - the one where you need to run as fast as possible and get away from any area in a 2.2 mile range. The green fire is the most dangerous as it destroys anything in its path and the only one safe from it all is the user, though they usually end up with a few burns too. Now, give me the second half," I demand.
"Be careful how you use it," she tells me, and turns away before leaving the cabin.
I take both pieces in my hands and click the two together. A glow erupts through the gem, and it begins to shine like it used to when my mother had it. I wrap it around my neck and let it hang, feeling the magic hum through the room. The crew open the door and file in one by one.
"Captain, what's the plan?" Gibbs asks.
"Well…" Barbossa begins, stepping forward.
"Who is the captain here? Because I don't remember this crew ever following one of your orders. As far as I'm aware, you are not a captain," I snap. He steps back, hands raised in surrender, and I step forward.
"Apologies," he grumbles to my smirk.
"Right, the plan. I think we need to head straight to the locker, but unfortunately we need a map, and the only place I believe would know where it is is Tortuga, which is currently full of spies for Beckett, so that's out of the question," I say thoughtfully. "Another problem is we have no way there. One longboat was packed full of just us, and we have supplies to think about, as well as two other people. We have no way there."
"There's no need to travel to Tortuga. I know where we need to go for a way to the locker," Barbossa boasts.
"Oh, do you now? Care to share?" I snap, annoyed I need his help.
"Asking for help from me, Jasmine? I never expected that to happen," he says, smirking.
I clench my fists. Will seems to understand and rolls his eyes at me. I smile softly; he always seems to know
"The only map that runs to the locker is in Singapore, in one of Sao Feng's temples. We need to head down there if we're going to get anywhere. I will make sure we get there," he speaks, taking on the role of captain.
"I am not going to Singapore. There has to be another way!" I say.
"No other way, Jasmine, but, if I remember rightly, Sao Feng quite likes you," Barbossa smirks.
I shudder. That man had cornered me in a room and had been telling me I should have someone better than Jack, someone more like him. When I refused, he tried to take me by force, so I shot him in the arm and ran. Jack attacked him later and scarred his face, and he's never liked us since. Only he liked me more than Jack, something I wasn't happy with, so going to Singapore was something I'm not keen on.
"Fine, we go to Singapore and steal the charts," I sigh.
"Jaz, we don't have a ship, we have no way to get to Singapore! The only thing we have to benefit us is a map room," Will says.
"Map room?" I perk up.
"Aye, Jaz it has building plans in it also," Gibbs explains.
"Right, new plan: take me to it," I order.
Each of us files out. Gibbs and Will lead the way to the bottom of the island. A small hut surrounded by mangroves lies in the middle of nowhere. Opening the door, we all file into the small, round room with a wide table in the middle. Surrounding it are shelves which hold many, many maps, leaving us a small ring between the table and shelves to stand in. I'm between Will and Barbossa, and I turn to face the shelves, ordering my crew to do the same.
"Right, look for maps of Singapore. Check, everyone, and any you find place on the table. Go," I say. They begin reading the maps.
"Do I have to follow that order as well, or am I not included?" Barbossa asks smugly.
"You are not my crew, nor are you welcome among me or them. You can do as you please," I hiss. Why does he make me so infuriated?
"Very well," he smirks, leaning down toward my ear, "I will help you; after all, you are clearly desperate for it."
I flinch away from him and glare at him. He looks at me with smugness in return. I hate that man! He always knows how to frustrate me.
"Do you want to switch places with me?" Will asks.
"No," I grind out, quickly unraveling a map of Africa and rolling it back up.
Eventually, when darkness has fallen and we're looking with the help of candle light, we find the last map from the last pile, and everyone turns the walk out the door. Will is supporting Elizabeth, as she is practically asleep. The rest of the crew stumble over their own feet, each going separate ways to their cabins.
"Be at the map room around midday!" I call my order.
Me and Barbossa wander up to Tia's, with him in front of me. We walk in, and she has two cups out on the table. We sit, and Barbossa takes his mug. I glance at the drink inside and my face turns to one of annoyance.
"Why can't I have any rum?" I moan.
"You are with child, Jasmine Pearl. You do not have any rum," she says sternly.
I huff, and Barbossa smirks, taking a long drink and humming his content at the taste. I glare, and his smirk increases.
"Enough!" Tia snaps. Standing, she places a mug in front of me. "Drink," she orders.
I take a sip and spit it right back into the mug. "Not that shit stuff!" I groan.
"Drink, or don't drink," Tia says.
"I'd rather have rum," I mutter.
"No," she says.
"Fine!" I growl.
Standing, I head up the stairs and to my room. I enter and immediately head for the bed, not caring to change as working all day had taken any energy I had left. I collapse onto it and sigh. This would be the first time I hadn't had Jack sleeping beside me in a long time. I turn and face the wall and, for a while, I lie there in silence. The door creaks open and footfalls go toward the other bed. I tense almost immediately, before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. I can't sleep now, not with him here.
"You're still up then, I see," Barbossa growls.
I don't answer, instead turning to the window and looking out as bats fly past hunting for moths and other creepy crawlies.
"Sleep, Jaz," he murmurs.
"How can I? How can you think I would sleep with you here?" I snap.
"Then don't," he snaps.
I stay up the whole night making sure Barbossa doesn't try anything, and he doesn't.
4 months later
"No, we need to go this way, through the city. But we need multiple distractions so none of us get caught," I say, disagreeing with Barbossa's statement
The door to the map shack swings open, and Tia walks in with a tray of mugs. She lets everyone but me pick their own and then hands one to me.
"I hate this shit," I sigh.
"I know, but it's good for the baby," she tells me for maybe the 100th time.
I look down to my swollen stomach and place a hand over it. Only a week ago had I felt my first kick, and I was positive the child would be female.
"We need to do it this way. Trust me, Jaz," Barbossa argues.
"Trust you? Not likely," I snap.
"Wait, what if we go about it this way?" Will says, taking a look before showing us
"It would need something more, but it could work, Will," I agree.
"Will, break's over," Gibbs yells.
2month later
We pull away from Tia's shack with me at the helm. It isn't a ship and it isn't a longboat. It is something in between, something that will get us to Singapore, where we could get a proper ship and travel to the locker. But first we needed the charts.
"Won't be long now, Jack, just hold on," I whisper.
"Trim that sail!" Barbossa yells.
"Stop ordering my crew around!" I scream at him.
He approaches me and I him, leaving Gibbs at the helm. Tia approaches us as she normally does when we are about to argue, when all three of us gasp.
"Hoist the colours high," we all mumble together.
I look at them both.
"The song has been sung, the brethren is called," I whisper.