The Son Of Captain Jack Sparrow (An OC X Pirates Of The Caribbean Harem Story)

Chapter 27: Choosing A Side

Beckett: Jack, I just recalled: I have this wonderful Compass that points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you?

Jack: Points to the thing you want most. And that's not the Brethren Court, is it?

Beckett: No? Then what is, Jack?

Jack: Me....dead.

He gestures to the compass to try it. Beckett opens the compass, from his reaction, it points to Jack. Jack scuttles sideways, and again from Beckett's reaction, the needle follows him.

Beckett: Damn.

He flings the compass to Jack, then realises.

Beckett: Although, it occurs: if I got what I wanted most, then wouldn't what I wanted second most become the thing I wanted most? If I killed you, I can find...shipwreck Cove, was it? On my own. Cut out the middleman, as it were...literally.

Jack: With me killed, then you'll arrive at the Cove, find it's a stronghold, nigh impregnable, able to withstand blockade for years, and you'll be wishing, oh, if only there was someone who you had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates come outside.

Beckett: And you can accomplish this?

Jack: You may kill me, but you may never insult me. Who am I?...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, mate. Do we have an accord?

He nods, indicating his still-extended hand. Beckett hesitates, but then the ship is rocked by cannon fire. Beckett falls forward, and Jack grabs his hand, shaking it.

Jack: Done! By the way....don't be surprised if my Son ends up shooting you

Jack scoops up his effects and heads for the door. Jack appears on deck, Beckett trailing. Bodies are littered, the aftermath of fighting. Beckett looks out to see the Empress sailing off, already distant.

Canning fire and gunshots from the Black Pearl attack the Endeavour. The last of Beckett's men are cut down. Mercer is driven back, somersaults off the stern and splashes into the water.

Jack stares at the Pearl and searches for a way across. He shoves a gunner away from a cannon, kicks away the brace, flips the cannon over, facing into the ship.

Beckett turns to see Jack wrapping a rope around the cannon wheel, a burning fuse lighter in hand.

Beckett: You're mad.

Jack: Oh thank goodness. Because if I am in fact not living some wretched fever dream, I doubt this will work.

Jack lights the cannon, Beckett dives out of the way as it fires, the ball hits the mast behind him, cracking it. The recoil shoves the cannon violently back; it smashes through the rail and plummets.

Jack hangs on as the rope pulls him upwards and out, flying across.

Barbossa follow's Jack's trajectory. Winces at a series of horrible crashing sounds, he pushes forward to see a ripped sail, splintered barrel, tangled rope, spilled tar and scattered gunpowder.

The aftermath of what had to be a terrible landing. Jack Sparrow was standing on the aft railing, unhurt, in a relaxed pose. He smiles.

Jack: Tell me you didn't miss me.

Blue: Ah, finally, an unstable mind

Barbossa turns away in disgust, Jack hops down, and comes face to face with Will.

Jack: Send this piss-yellow traitor to the brig.

Blue: Yes! Get outta here!

Will is dragged away as the focus goes back to the Endeavour. Officer Groves steps up to Beckett.