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   There was a certain amount of relief to be found in stepping 
    aboard the Pearl once more, after their sojourn to Tia Dalma’s shack; firstly, 
    for surviving an encounter with the obeah woman and secondly for at last 
    knowing the  whereabouts of Davy Jones’ ship and, more importantly, the key 
    to his chest. Addressing his first mate on the quarterdeck, there was a noticeable 
    bite to the captain’s tone.

         “Mr. Gibbs, know that if we go anywhere whatsoever near deep water 
          en route to the Flying Dutchman I am holding you personally responsible.
          Is that clear?”

    His eyes wandered absentmindedly to the black spot that still stained his palm as 
    he spoke, left uncovered ever since Tia Dalma had revealed it to everyone. At 
    least having it covered had eased his nerves somewhat in regards to the terrible 
    beastie that was out hunting for his flesh, but he tried to shove those thoughts to 
    the back of his mind. He had to find this chest; there was no other option.

    Descending the steps from the quarterdeck, it was at that moment that he caught 
    sight of Will, sparing him only a brief glance as he headed towards his cabin. 
    There was something still bothering him about the lad’s presence, something 
    that didn’t add up as he directed his next comment over his shoulder.

         “It’s a wonder, really, that it took them this long to arrest you both 
          over my escape, William. And even more surprising that Elizabeth’s 
          father has done nothing to stop her from ending up at the gallows.”

A touch ofdestiny.       Those had been the words spoken to
him  by  the  woman  he’d  met  only  a  few hours prior, t he one the 
others addressed as Tia Dalma.    Even now,       the words sent an 
unpleasant   swooping   through Will’s stomach,    as he’d noticed the 
air  of  foreboding  that  seemed  to  accompany  most of the vague
phrases  that  left  the  woman’s  lips.  Jack  had certainly seemed to
hang  on  to  her  every  word,  and  that  in itself was enough to pique
Will’s interest. He ( couldn’t ) remember the last time he’d seen Jack
TRULY  listen to someone – then again, they spent more time apart
than together, and Will knew full well that there were still many things
he’d yet to learn about the Captain.

The one thing stood out most to him at the moment was the sight
of the black spot that marred Jack’s hand, a sight that had yet to escape 
his memory. For one gut wrenching moment, he’d thought the spot to be 
a sort of disease, some flesh eating bacteria he’d only heard of. But the 
reactions of the crew suggested that it was something other – perhaps
something a bit more sinister. However, any suspicions he had were
only jumbled by the  jar of dirt that had been given to Jack to ease his
apparent concerns. It hadn’t served to quell Will’s curiosity at all. He
added it to the long list of questions he had for Jack, second only to the
demand he had for the compass that the Captain seemed adamant on
keeping.

A part of Will might have felt guilty for insisting it be given to him if
it weren’t for the fact that Elizabeth remained behind bars. The thought 
alone was enough to send anger flashing through Will, white hot and 
powerful. Leaving her incarcerated in Port Royal had gone against every
one of his most basic instincts, but he’d really had no other choice. But
he knew he needed that compass – he’d already decided to do whatever
it took to get it. The thought had just crossed his mind when footsteps 
caught his attention, and Will glanced up quickly to see who had entered
the area he found himself in. The sight of a familiar hat made the knot of
tension ease in Will’s chest, though a new sense of determination filled 
him at Jack’s words.

          “ They were likely waiting for your capture before deciding
             what, if anything, to do with us. And here we’d believed 
             we’d been pardoned for our actions. I suppose we should
             have known better when Commodore Norrington returned
             empty handed. ”

Despite Governor Swann’s lack of actual interest in him, Will
still felt a surge of defensive indignation at Jack’s comment. 

         “ I’m sure he’s doing everything he can, but even his hands
           must be tied in a situation such as this. That compass is 
           only chance she has, Jack. Surely you wouldn’t sentence 
           her to death over a simple trinket. ”

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est. april 24, 2015

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