( ♞ |  Sparrow )

It had been remarkable, really, that Will had managed to locate 
both him and the Black Pearl on an uncivilised island in the middle of 
the Caribbean, home to a cannibal tribe but little else – even though the 
EITC apparently now traded there, which was a worrying prospect. 
Jack had known immediately that, for the lad to go to such lengths to 
find him meant that there was something serious at play here, but there 
were still gaps in Will’s story that were bothering him. Or they would 
have bothered him, if there hadn’t been more important things on 
Jack’s mind, such as freeing himself from his debt with Davy Jones and 
avoiding an untimely death at the hands of a ravenous monster.

Still, his curiosity was clawing at him for answers and Will’s words 
prompted Jack to stop before he reached his cabin door, turning around 
to face him. It had been a year since he’d nearly swung from the gallows 
of Fort Charles, and before he’d unceremoniously fallen off the fort, it had 
seemed that the Governor, Elizabeth’s father, was going to pardon them 
for such a crime. After all, it was the governor who had jurisdiction of 
colonial outposts, wasn’t it? He could, technically speaking, bend the 
rules for his own benefit as he saw fit.

               “It’s not a trinket, it’s a compass, William. 
                Thing that points north. Or doesn’t, in my 
                case.”

There was a degree of practiced patience in his tone, letting the 
man’s words sink in. That was another thing that didn’t add up: what 
need would anyone have for a compass, his compass, that they would 
offer the liberty of some of their prisoners in exchange for it? Jack had 
owned the contraption for most of his life, given to him by Tia Dalma in 
his adolescence, and even today very few people knew of its supernatural 
capabilities. And that was precisely the reason for his reluctance to hand 
it over – even though he knew that the compass was the only thing inclining 
Will to aid in the search for Jones’ chest at the moment.

               “Strange object to have to hand over for your 
                 freedom though, don’t you think? If, as you 
                 say, they were waiting on my recapture, then 
                 why are you after the compass and not me, hm?”

He wasn’t sure why it really mattered; after all, he had a soul debt to 
worry about, and the compass wasn’t even working for him at the moment 
anyway – for a potential reason that he wasn’t prepared to disclose.

                “If the Royal Navy and the good commodore are 
                  seeking to rectify their error, then surely I’m a 
                  more appealing prospect.”

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The abruptness with which Jack spun pulled Will up short,
and he had to halt himself rather quickly to keep from running into
the man. Jack’s fluid movements still startled Will every now and 
again, serving as a reminder that the pirate was not as scattered as
he often seemed. His expression gave nothing away, leading to a 
flicker of annoyance that flashed briefly across Will’s face. He’d
always admired the way Jack seemed to be able to keep his face
so blank, and yet, now it only served to anger him.

          “ It’s still a frivolous item that can easily be
            replaced. Elizabeth can’t be, a fact I’m
            sure you’re well aware of. ”

Will’s anger flared  despite his best intentions, frustration
and exhaustion making it harder for him to hold on to reason. His
search for Jack had seemed impossible from the beginning, but
he’d let himself hope for a swift bargain once he’d finally caught 
sight of those treacherous black sails he’d become familiar with.
Admittedly, he likely should have been prepared for Jack’s 
reluctance, but another part of him had believed that the sheer 
mention of a life would be enough to persuade Jack. It seemed
he’d been mistaken. 

What sounded like  condescension seeped into Jack’s 
voice, and Will found his eyes ( narrowing ) in  DISTASTE. He
had to admit that the question was sound, but in his haste to do
as asked, Will hadn’t bothered to ask many questions. It wasn’t
as though Lord Beckett had given him chance to, flouncing off 
after his demands had been made like a child would. Still, it 
didn’t change the fact that Will was here doing his bidding, all
without knowing if Elizabeth had already been hung despite his
willingness to do what was asked. The lack of knowledge was 
like a weight on Will’s shoulders, pulling him down further and
further with impatience and even a dose of fear.

          “ I didn’t see fit to ask. I merely took what I was
            given, seeing as how I assumed your compass
            would be easy to part with. And James is no 
            longer a part of the Royal Navy – after his 
            failed attempt to capture you, his position was
            taken from him. An order for his arrest was read
            along with ours. ”

The information was pointless to the current conversation, 
but felt important to share nonetheless.       If nothing else to show 
Jack just how serious the whole situation was, that multiple death
sentences had been set. All to be pardoned with the delivery of a 
mere compass. A memory filtered in, something a bit more 
important in terms of convincing Jack.

         “ You’d be given a full pardon if you turned in
            the compass. ”

Will was reaching  and he knew it, but his need for the compass
overshadowed the realization of what he himself had said already –
Jack would never agree to the terms of said pardon. Not when the price
was his freedom.

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