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Jack Sparrow walked up the ladder leading to the quarterdeck with his usual swag. He slowly looked around the main deck where the sailors were busy carrying out their duties. Jack needed a quiet place where he could use his compass away from prying eyes. He lied to Morris when he said he knew where Barbossa was, of course. Well, technically he was telling the truth because as soon as he looked at the compass he'd know where he was. He just needed to take a one quick look. There was no reason to postpone. Jack wished he didn't have to it because he was still unsure it would work…Sighing he walked back down the ladder, but instead of walking over to the main deck he turned 90 degrees to his left and quickly hid himself under the ladder. Slowly, he pulled out the compass from where he kept it -under his shirt tied around his britches. Taking a deep breath he turned away from the compass and opened it. He felt his hand shaking slightly. Bloody hell, Jack, you are afraid of your own thoughts now. Just look. And he did. Jack stared at the tiny arrow that was pointing westward. Alright. Jack closed the lid and tied it around his belt covering it with his shirt. He left his hiding place and walked over to the main deck. Then, he turned westward and cursed under his breath. There was Angelica leaning over the rails and watching the sea. Jack took his compass out again, too anxious to hide it, and opened it.

"Bugger. Bugger," Jack muttered. "Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!" The arrow was pointing straight at Angelica. Jack took a step to the right and the arrow moved a lightest bit to the left. "Damn!" he exclaimed and added a few other curses under his breath. Jack slammed the compass shut and shook it violently. "I know what I want. I know what I want. I want my ship, the Pearl…I want my bloody ship back! And I can only get by finding Barbossa. I need to find Barbossa. I want to find Barbossa!" he whispered clenching the compass in his hand. "Please…" Jack shook it one last time and opened the compass again. The arrow began to spin very fast. Jack stared at it intently. "Come on." The arrow was slowing down now. Jack shook it again, and it continued to spin, not stopping. "Bloody hell!" He put the compass away and marched up the ladder to the quarterdeck.

Jack cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "All hands!" Crewmen began to lazily assemble themselves on the main deck. "Lively now!" Jack bellowed. "Scurry, you filthy rats!" When most of the crew was gathered on the deck, Jack declared. "We've change in course! Ye are to make sail to Tortuga. And I'm not taking any objections!" Jack declared when he saw a sailor open his mouth. "You are to get the most speed of these sails. Oh, and…" Jack paused for effect. "We may be staying there for quite a few days."

"Aye, sir!" The crew shouted excitedly as they literally ran back to the stations. The thought of spending time in Tortuga, sharing a drink and a salty wench seemed to cause them to move twice as fast as they did before.

Distressed, Jack watched them take on their duties once again as he tried to come up with a plan concerning his location of Barbossa and getting his ship back without any knowledge of where said subjects might be. It was a full week 'till Tortuga, so he decided he might as well drown his thoughts in some rum since he was sure the crew didn't need much supervision now that they had such motivation. A plan was already forming in Jack's mind that included locking himself in his cabin and having a bottle or two of the finest rum to be found on the ship. He was already walking down the deck to his cabin, when he heard a female voice calling him from behind.

"Jack!" Damn and blast. Not now. "Jack Sparrow!" Unwillingly, Jack turned around to find himself face to face with Angelica.

"Jack, wait!"

"I'm terribly sorry, love, but I've no time to wait now. I must attend to…a necessary matter concerning…my health," Jack told her and turned to leave.

"Jack," Angelica said again. "We need to talk. Please."

"Urgh, very well, but I only have a moment," Jack grumbled. What can she possibly want from me? Silently, he followed her to the back of the ship where she positioned herself on the stairs leading to the room where the cargo was held. Jack, however, didn't sit, but stood, waiting for her to speak.

"Jack, why are we going to Tortuga?" she asked straightforward.

"Why ask me?" Jack replied, irritated. "Ask Captain Morris that when you visit him tonight."

"Jack," Angelica began softly.

"Would stop with the name-calling already?" Jack exploded. "If you have any comments or concerns, Morris, I'm sure, would be happy to attend to you. Surely, you don't expect me to fill you in with every little detail after you've been so carefully avoiding me?"

"Jack, let me explain," Angelica pleaded.

"There's nothing to explain, darling. Don't you think your little trips to captain's cabin every night have come unnoticed to me? You don't think me stupid enough to believe you are having nice little chats there, do you?" Jack exhaled loudly and then added in a normal voice. "I really must be going, now. My regards to Captain Morris." He turned on his heels and started towards his cabin.

"In fact, we were having nice little chats," Angelica called after him. "And then I had him dead-drunk and asleep within a few hours."

"What?" Jack stopped and cocked his head to the side. "You mean you weren't…?"

"No," Angelica replied sternly. "Well, he tried the first night after we've boarded the ship, but I told him that I am a lady, and lady's attention must be earned. That's when he started with his stories." Jack frowned, but returned to where Angelica was seated.

"Then why did you go every night?"

"Well, at first, he insisted I join him for dinner, because 'lady shouldn't be tasting what sea rats are eating', then I decided I might as well make some use of it."

"Use?"

"I was telling him stories my father told me before…about the battles won by the Queen (Blackbeard's ship) and other stories concerning its magnificence. I was hoping this may lead him to accept your offer faster, and I believe I have succeeded."

"Oh," Jack managed to say at last. "But this doesn't excuse you from avoiding me for so long, love."

"My plan wouldn't have worked with you around," Angelica chuckled.
"He's jealous of you, Jack. He thinks that I could turn my attention to you, as you are much younger…As if I could ever fancy him under different circumstances. Old fool."

"Do you fancy me, dearest?" Jack whispered, back to his usual charming self, but also willing to get away from the fact that he was wrong about her.

"In your dreams, Jack," Angelica allowed herself to smile at him. "But, tell me, how did you know I was visiting him?"

"Well, I…" Jack paused.

"You didn't spy on me, did you, Jack?" Angelica smiled sweetly. "If I didn't know you, I could as well think that you were jealous of Morris."

"I wasn't!" Jack exclaimed immediately. "I was simply making sure you didn't do anything stupid and betray our plans in the inappropriate time."

"Admit it, Jack," Angelica laughed softly. "You are still jealous."

"Where did you get that dress?" Jack asked pointing at the dress he had just noticed she was wearing. "Where are all your effects?"

"Morris requested I wear this for the dinner," Angelica smoothed the fabric. "I didn't have time to change. I must admit Morris has a good taste."

"Well, it would look much better if you took it off," Jack grinned.

"Why are we going to Tortuga, Jack?" Angelica ignored his seductive tone.

"Because this is where Barbossa's going to be," Jack tried to make it sound like he knew what he was saying.

"Tortuga?" Angelica laughed. "He's not a fool, Jack."

"Well, he's going to turn up there sooner or later," Jack said defensively. "Every sailor needs a drink and a wench. Besides, he'd need a crew to crew the Pearl. We're just going to have to wait for a while for him to show up."

"Jack," Angelica interrupted. "You don't know where to find him, do you?"

"Complications arouse, love…" Jack muttered, but suddenly his features brightened. "But, I think I've got a way of resolving this. Here," he took out the compass.

"A compass?" Angelica stared at it, puzzled.

"Not just any compass, love," Jack grinned. "This compass is unique. It points to…" he paused thinking. "If you concentrate very hard it will to point to whatever you envision in your mind." That was half-truth, of course. Jack didn't want Angelica knowing that however hard you try, you wouldn't be able to push whatever you want most out of your mind, and therefore be unable to find anything but that.

"You mean Barbossa?" Angelica asked curiously.

"And the Pearl. Here," Jack put the compass into Angelica's hands. "Just think about Barbossa. You must envision him in detail, though. To be sure."

"Why don't you do it, Jack?" Angelica studied him as he attempted to come up with an excuse.

"Well, I don't exactly recall Barbossa's features, love."

"What about the Pearl? You know her better than anyone."

"It's easier to look for a person that to look for a ship," Jack quickly replied. "More exact, you know."

"Very well, Sparrow," Angelica closed her eyes and inhaled. "But this better work."

Jack drowned a second bottle of rum and sat back in his chair. His head was spinning, but not from all the rum he'd had. Angelica had knocked on his door four times already, but he made no effort to get up and open the door…or respond for that matter. He had to think over what had happened…

When Angelica opened the lid of the compass, Jack had said a silent prayer to every god he'd ever heard about that it works. He didn't realize that he held his breath until the arrow stopped. He was about to exhale in relief, only to choke on the air that was coming out of his nostrils. Jack stared at the arrow in disbelief, then turned around and searched the surroundings for any possible distraction that could cause the compass to point where it did. Not able to find anything, he turned back to Angelica who was staring at him questioningly. Slowly, he took a tentative step to the side. Then he circled Angelica and peered at the compass from behind her back.

"Bugger," he whispered. The arrow was pointing at him.

"Jack?" Angelica called. "What's happened? Why is it not working?"

"Oh, it's working perfectly fine, sweetheart," Jack replied bitterly.

"Then why is it changing direction?" Angelica was confused.

"Because whatever you wished for is changing direction…" Jack said not even realizing what he was saying and how it could affect Angelica.

"You mean Barbossa is?" Angelica started to get unnerved.

"No, love, Barbossa is not going anywhere…I am."

"Bloody hell, Sparrow! Could you please explain what's going on?"

"You…I…we're going to Tortuga, love. I just hope Barbossa sees fit to visit the place before I die from intoxication," Jack flashed her a weak grin. "I need to think it over, love…" Swaying, Jack started towards his cabin.

"Think what over? Sparrow! Come back here! I don't bloody understand!" Angelica shouted from behind. "Sparrow!" When Jack slammed the door to his cabin shut he could still hear her curse loudly in Spanish.

P.S. Don't worry, they'll find Barbossa :)