All The Stars (Jack Sparrow)

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Catherine lounged on her soft chair, gazing out the back window in her quarters she shared with Jack, gazing at the ocean that waved past the Black Pearl. The man had not once dared to enter in their room, and she preferred it that way. Hours had past since Will had become part of Jack's debt to Jones. She wondered if he was alright. She often worried for her loved ones, especially now. But she knew her friend well enough that he could hold his own. He was strong, clever. If anyone would be able to last being trapped on the Flying Dutchman under Davy Jones it was Will.

The door knob slowly turned, making a creaking sound. Instantly, her hand was on the hilt of her dagger strapped to her thigh. She watched as the wooden door opened, revealing the head of Mr. Gibbs. Her hand let go of the dagger, returning to cross over her chest.

The older man was hesitant just by merely sticking his head inside the room. "Pardon the intrusion, I just wanted to let you know that we are approaching Tortuga," He informed her.

Catherine furrowed her brows. "What are we doing in Tortuga?" She questioned, sitting up straighter, keeping her arms crossed over her chest.

Mr. Gibbs stared at her for a moment, confusion written on his face. "Wha...you don't know?" He genuinely questioned. When she shook her head, clearly lost at what he meant, it finally clicked. "Oh," He opened the door wider, standing up taller, "Jack is looking for the 99 other souls to settle his debt with Jones."

"100." Catherine snapped, glaring at the poor man.

He swallowed, straightening even more. "Y-yes, 100 souls."

Of course Jack would pick Tortuga of all places to select to settle his debt. It was smart, actually. Despite still feeling anger towards her husband, she had to give him a small acknowledgement in his intelligence. Drunken, low-life men who have no thoughts at all that isn't rum or women were the perfect candidates. However getting them off the island was going to be the problem.

Taking in a deep breath, Catherine laid back against the wall, blinking slowly. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked softly, yet there was an edge to her words. She knew the answer, but she wanted to see Mr. Gibbs squirm. Catherine knew she could be scary when she wanted to be. Living in Port Royal never allowed her to express her anger or attitude that she always felt in her. Being out on sea with pirates allowed her to finally break the poised, perfect lady persona she had to create for her sake in society.

"That would be because I asked him to," A familiar, guilty voice came from outside.

Mr. Gibbs turned his head, growing scared (for Jack's sake) as he stepped aside, allowing Jack to come into view. At once, the older man hurried away which left Jack alone with his wife.

"Hi, love," Jack spoke smoothly, a hesitation in his voice and body language. He mustered up a charm within his eyes, a faint flirtatious smirk on his lips he used to try to woo his wife from her fired state.

Catherine stared at him, glaring fires.

Like lightening, she ripped her dagger from her thigh and snapped it across the room. The blade met the wooden wall beside Jack's head. He didn't flinch. Instead, his charm dropped as he moved to close the door behind him. "I take it you are still mad at me?" He asked, unfazed by her action while closing the door.

The redhead shot up from her seat, rising to her feet. "Are you seriously asking me that question?" She let out a humorless scoff. "I am furious with you, Jack. Even more so, I'm hurt. You lied to me. Lied to Will." There was a least five feet between them now. "All he was trying to do was save Elizabeth. My family, and might I remind you, your family now too!" She held up her emerald ring hand.