The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter Eight: Tortuga. . . Again

A/N: Hello mates! Here is the next chapter, chapter 8. I hope ya’ll will all enjoy it. I loved all of your review and am grateful for them, and hope you’ll continued with them.

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We were in Tortuga near the next day. Unfortunately.

The crew apart from Jack, Mister Gibbs, and I, were off drinking rum, off playing around with women. Ah, the life of a pirate.

“Here luv. Drink slowly, and you’ve only got one.” Jack told me, handing me a rum.

“Don’t worry. I won’t drink as much. I learned my lesson.” I said, and he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, and sat next to Mister Gibbs, who was sitting at a table, looking for sailors. Jack sat near me, and opened up his compass. His stupid not-working compass.

I took a sip of my rum. The burning feeling went down my throat, but it tasted much better than it used to.

“Alright Miss. Keep your eyes open for any willing sailors.” Mister Gibbs said, and I nodded.

“Aye.” I agreed. Minutes later, a older sailor walked up to the table.

“And what makes you think you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?” Mister Gibbs asked him.

“Truth be told, I've never sailed a day in my life. I figure I ought to get out and see the world while I'm still young.” he said. Young? You’re a little to late. I mentally said.

“You'll do. Make your mark. Next?” Mister Gibbs asked, and while the first man sighed the roster, another man walked up.

“My wife ran off with my dog, and I'm drunk for a month, and I don't give an rat’s ass if I live or die.” he said. I nodded. Perfect for the Flying Dutchman.

“Perfect. N-” Mister Gibbs started, but the man stopped him.

“Oh, you’ve got a woman on board.” he said, leaning towards me. I scowled at his breath.

“Hello there.” he said.

“Pleasure.” I said, coughing. He came closer.

“How about we get to know each other better?” he asked. I scooted back.

“Hah, um.” I said, stick of what to say. I was creped out. The man looked up, and suddenly rejected from me.

“Sorry Miss.” he said, and went back to Mister Gibbs. I looked back at Jack, and saw that he was glaring at the man. Then he realized that I was looking at him, and he went back to shacking his compass. I went to him. He opened his compass, and it was spinning around. It started to slow down, and was pointing on my direction. He shut it.

“Why doesn’t your compass work?” I asked him.

“It works perfectly fine.” he said.

“Well, why doesn’t it point to North?” I asked him.

“Ah, it doesn’t point to North, darling, it points to the thing you want the most.” he said, and I blushed.

“I knew that.” I said.

“What happens if you want two things?” I asked him.

“There is only one thing in the world that you want the most. Here.” he said, and gave me the compass. I shock it, and opened it. It didn’t stop spinning.