Dead Man's Chest I Jack Sparrow

Chapter Six

      Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked several times, her vision becoming clear. She moved to get up, but found she couldn't, as an arm clutched her waist. She looked next to her and came face to face with a sleeping Jack, and for a moment, she thought she was back to when they were happy and sailing together all those years ago. But then everything came crashing down on her—Davy Jones, Jack's deal, their last encounter. Despite the situation she grinned, taking in the adorable sleep-induced expression of Jack Sparrow. She subconsciously pushed aside a strand of his beaded hair, his brows crinkling in response. How I missed waking up to this. She pushed away the thought, and instead slowly detached herself from Jack in hopes not to wake him up. She ran a hand through her hair and rubbed her eyes.

      "Love?" Damn. She faced Jack, whose eyes were now squinted, but open.

      "Hi." She whispered as a smile formed on Jack's face.

      "Good...evening?" Jacqueline shrugged. 

      "I'm not sure. I'll go see how close we are." Jack nodded, and she left the room. A cool breeze struck her as she stepped onto deck. The sky was a dark blue, and most of the crew was nowhere to be seen. She spotted someone leaning against the rail, and she caught a glimpse of his face. She shuffled towards him, her senses heightening as she woke up further.

      "You seem lost in thought. Do you want to talk about something?" Will flinched. She stood next to him, her hair blowing slightly against the wind.

      "I'm just worried about Elizabeth." She breathed in the familiar scent of salt water before she responded,

      "I'm sure she's okay. The brigs aren't the worst place to be." But with Davy Jones is. She held back a wince.

      "Is there something you know that I don't?" She paused. She was sure that Jack didn't want her telling Will anything, so she simply shook her head.

      "Who knows what's going on in Sparrow's mind." Will frowned, his eyes dark and gloomy. She felt guilty; all Will wanted was to save Elizabeth. But now she had made her goal saving Jack. 

      "Will, I swear to you, we are going to help Elizabeth. Once we find this key, I will personally force Jack to hand his compass over to you." Turner's lips curled upwards a tad bit.

      "Thank you." She nodded, and pat Will's shoulder before returning to the cabin.

      "Jack?" She muttered as she slipped into the room. She shut the door behind her as a voice rang out.

      "Are we close?" The whole room filled with darkness, as no lights had been turned on. She spotted a black mass still on the bed.

      "Yes. You might want to get up." She lit a candle on Jack's desk, and he illuminated. Jack rose from his bed and stood. She ducked her head and said,

      "I'll let you alone." Without another word, she again left. This time, Jacqueline crawled up to the crow's nest, which was currently unoccupied. She couldn't yet see their destination, which happened to be the home of Tia Dalma. She'd met the woman once before, when she hoped for help on one of her journeys. She wouldn't lie—Tia was a bit intimidating. No sane man would dare get on her bad side. She noticed below her men now roamed the main deck. Jack was amongst them, hovering by the steering wheel. As they came closer to Dalma's hut, she climbed down from her spot. She wasn't nervous, but she wasn't excited about being there either. 

      "Jacqueline!" She snapped her head to the voice. Jack had waved her down from the helm, and she jogged towards him.

      "Something the matter?" He shook his head.