True North. (Jack Sparrow × Male Reader)

Its A Compass.

Y/N (Your name)

Jack had returned to Ship Wreck Cove. Now praised as Jack Sparrow the boy who defeted a pirate hunter and became Caption of the Wicked Wench all in one day. A celebration was held in Jacks honner. The night whent as most pirate celebrations do. Good women, Good food, And, Incredibal rum. You however spend all night serveing rum and quietly makeing sure there wassent any big disruptions. Such as fights, or duels.

Later once the celebration had relaxed and most pirates where makeing there way into a blackout. Jack pulled you along down to a small lagoon lined with rocks. All you could hear were the crashing waves and all you could see was the moonlight hitting the rocks and makeing them seem like the eerie teeth of some giant sea monster. As you thought this Jack saunterd up beside you and stated. "Quiet as ever Y/N." You snickerd and leaned back aginst a rock replaying sarcasticly. "Better then running off all the wenches by talking too much." Jack leaned aginst a rock and the waves crashed behind him not harshly but enough to drench his back. He then asked. "What makes you think i ran them off? Im the man of the night arnt i?" You chuckle softly and replay, looking up to meet his eyes with a smug look. "If they wanted to stay with you, you wouldent have ended up here with me." Jack held your smug gaze and rerurned it almost challengeingly, his look was direct and yet playfully knowing something you odviusly dident. You looked down always unable to hold that stand off for long. As you did Jack spoke in a soft excited tone. "I have something to show you."

(You remember meeting Jack, Well not meeting but being saved. You where no older then four and dispite the vage memory you recall running down the docks of Ship Wreck Cove. Jack had caught you from falling off into the deep dark water. Then in return your mother had given him and his family free drink and food from her small tavern whenever they needed.)

You look up curious as to what his excitement was. Jack pulled a blue and sliver, and, exstremely fancy looking compass out of his vest pocket. You rised an eyebrow curiously and stated frankly. "Its a compass." Jack grinned widely and returned the statement with his own. "I know." He then grabbed one of your hands and placed the compass into it while whispering excitedly. "Open it." And you did.

You looked at the compass and stated frankly but with a bit of sarcasem. "Its a fancy compass." Jack climbed onto the rock behind you and looked over your shoulder. You glanced as he rested his chin on your shoulder and squinted his eyes at the compass. You asked quiet curious now. "What? Is it supposed to chime like a music box aswell?" Jack huffed and you could smell a wiff of rum on his breath as he did. Jack then grabbed the compass and jumped off the rock walking a few steps forward infront of you. He mumbled. "It was just pointing north-". His back was too you, then he glanced over his shoulder at you and grunted.
You rised a eyebrow and asked, even more curious. "What's got you so perplexed?" Jack simply shut the compass and stuffed it in his vest pocket agian. Then Jack turned and grinned widely while asking. "When will you ever try your first sip of rum Y/N?" You dident question it, you knew if jack knew something he'd tell you when the time was right. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you back as you answered. "Never."