The Devil's Temptress: Dead Man's Chest || Book 2

III. Rathbone

Having no real sense of eagerness about any of it, Nicolette insisted that if they were going to find Jack then she should first rest. So, after leading him back to the Ol' Sailor, where she enjoyed another couple of drinks and watched Will interacting with the whores as the nights entertainment, she left Will to find his own room and notified him that she would meet him in the morning for breakfast, his treat, and they could go on a jolly looking for Jack from there.

Turner had knocked on her door not too long after dawn obviously and basically forced the eggs down her throat.

"Where are we going? I asked almost everyone here about Jack yesterday and got a different story each time." Will asked, huffing at her as he kept hot on her heels. All he had done is badger her since he first approached her. She was beginning to think that he was never happy and starting to regret even choosing to help him.

"Well then you obviously missed a few. Besides, I've been here for a few months now and you hear rumours." Nic was leading them towards the docks.

News of Jack, now those rumours were easy to come by. In fact there were times where she wondered if Jack himself was sharing three at a time to accumulate the tales she heard. But of the Pearl...different story altogether. Rare to hear so when one caught drift it was important to listen. People didn't hold grudges with ships and ships did t get into funny situations. Rumours were less likely, so news tended to be fact. And a certain fact she had caught wind of not too many days ago.

"This is ridiculous. You're wasting my time and I need to find Jack." Nic didn't reply, she was quickly learning how to drown out his drivel, and kept walking until she turned onto the middle pier.

"You, Captain!" She called out to a man sat half way down the pier next to where a small fishing boat was docked. He was sat upon a couple of crates, fixing a net together.

"Aye."

"We're looking for Jack Sparrow." Will interrupted, stepping ahead of her. Was he being serious? Because if he really wanted to find Jack and save his wife to be then he was going to have to start playing by her terms, at least until they found Jack.

She pushed him out of the way all the while fixing him with a glare and then turned her attention back to the man.

"Looking for a ship. One in particular, The Black Pearl." She smiled at him slightly. "Heard some of your crew had spotted her."

The Captain looked at Will before look back at Nic. "Can't say about Jack Sparrow, but this island just south of the straits where I trade spice for... delicious, long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But you'll find that ship there. A ship with black sails."

Once again, Will was quick to react and she pursed her lips with a sigh when he had his back to her.

"Can you take us?"

"Aye." The Captain nodded but just Will grinned, the man added. "In a month." The boy deflated and barely looked to Nic as he spoke.

"A month, we need to get there now."

"Oh." She pouted. "Perhaps if you close your eyes and wish hard enough you'll just appear their in a poof of smoke..." With a roll of her eyes, she thanked the Captain with a nod of her head and then started to retreat down the plank.

"We need a find a ship and sail there ourselves." Will spoke low as he followed but when Nicolette stopped abruptly and turned on her heel, he had to stop fast as to avoid crashing right into her.

"If you carry on like this you can swim there on your own." The look in her eyes told her she wasn't joking and she started to take small steps forwards, slowly pushing Will to the end of the dock. "Now please...for two minutes can you just...shut it!" As Will's heel became unbalance upon meeting the end of the dock before the sea beneath took over, he remained silent.