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Fun of the adventure indeed. Not even a few hours into the journey, and already trouble striked again. Now, i've never been a sailor, and so it didn't occur to me that just maybe, we might be caught up in one of the worst storms ever to hit the Caribbean.

The sky was dark and grey, and the waves ran high, knocking the ship from side to side and making it near impossible for me to even stand on the dratted soaking wood. I tried to climb the stairs to the helm, to ask Jack exactly what he thought he was doing, but never made it up. See, aparently, the ocean has spectaclular timing, and right as I was half way up, a huge wave with more power than i could have imagined, broke over the side of the ship, hitting me. I was blown down the steps and over to the other side of the Interceptor, hitting the railing with a loud thump.

William was near and he took an arm under my shoulders to steady me, and we began walking over to Mr. Gibbs, where he also was attempting the journey up the helm.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" he shouted. Gibbs looked slightly offended.

"Aye, the compass doesn't point north. But we're not trying to find north, are we?"

And with that he made the climb. Without falling. Son of the devil...

"We should drop canvas, sir!" I heard him shout at Jack.

"She can hold a bit longer."

Was he out of his mind?

"What's in your head as puts you in such a fine mood, Captain?"

I could practically see the smirk on his face as he drawled, "We're catching up."

A few hours later, the storm had passed, and we were upon the Isle de Muerta. I was sitting with Will and Gibbs, waiting to find a place to dock, when the Blacksmith suddenly broke the tense silence.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?"

"Ah, well," perked up Gibbs. "Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow 'fore he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of Isla de Muerta. That was before I'd met him, back when he was captain of the Black Pearl."

"Wait, Jack was Captain of The Pearl?" I cut in confused.

"Aye."

"He failed to mention that," spoke William as he gazed back at the mysterious Captain.

"Well, he plays things close to the vest now. And a hard learned lesson it was. See three days out on the venture the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share – that should mean the location of the treasure, too. So, Jack gives up the bearings. (shakes his head) That night, there was mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island, and left him to die. But not before he'd gone mad with the heat."

"Ahh. So that's the reason for all the ..." and then Will did the most indecent imitation of Jack that I could have pictured. I bursted out laughing, but Gibbs stayed serious.

"Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now, Will, when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot. One shot, well that won't do much good hunting, or to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst...that pistol start to look real friendly. But Jack - he escaped the island. And he still has that single shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save on one man. His mutinous first mate..."

"Barbossa." Will and I spoke at the same time.

"Aye."

"But how did Jack get of the Island?"

"Well, I'll tell ya. He waded out into the shallows and he waited there, three days and three nights, 'til all manner of sea creatures 'came acclimated to his presence. Then on the fourth morning he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft."

William's face was priceless. It was like all hope he had for truth and sanity in life had just taken a dive off the ship.

"He roped a couple of Sea Turtles? And what did he use for rope?"

"Ah...well, um..."

Thats when I couldnt take it. Mr. Gibbs caught un his own story? This had to be the most entertaining part of my trip so far. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Jack stalked up behind us. He had aparently heard every word of what we were saying, and with a face that was utterly serious, he replied, "Human harir. From me back."

That did it. I was literally on the floor, clutching my stomach, aching and gasping for air. This was ridulous! "Jack, you and stories..." I managed to choke out. He only looked at me with a straight face and said, "They're not stories luv."

Well that got my attention. I stopped laughing and just stared at him. He must actually take me for a fool...

Before I could confront him, he turned and shouted at the crew, "Let go of the anchor!" then Jack turned back to us.

"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore."

"Excuse me!?" Oh now that i didn't want to hear. "Do you honestly think for one moment, that I am going to sit here, and allow you to leave me behind when saving Elizabeth? Why do you think I came on this journey in the first place Jack!?"

"I'm well aware of why you came on this jourmey luv, but i'm also aware of how far your motives have changed since we set sail."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know Jade. Just ask yourself, why, if for Elizabeth you came on this adventure, do you cease to call her your sister? Why do you work with the crew while at seam and why my dear, have I caught you looking at my devilishly handsome self of late?"

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe that he had noticed all those things. He was right. Actually, I was dreading Elizabeth's return, and I had been helping on deck out of joy and longing. And I had takin' to letting my eyes wander on breaks...

"Cap'n! What if the worst should happen?" Gibbs threw me from my thoughts.

"Keep to the code."

"Aye, the code." nodded the first mate.

And just like that they were gone. I still couldn't wrap my head around it all, but one thing I did know, was that Jack and William were leaving to save Lizzy, and I wasn't part of the rescue party. Let's not forget that I'm quite impatient, and waiting around for hours so they could return, was not on my to do list.

I ran to the side of The Interceptor so I could jump in after them, but it was too late. They were already too far. It had begun.

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