Fathoms Below: Captain Jack Sparrow

Chapter 24: The Sacrifice.

I stepped out on deck a few moments later and walked over to Jack, having changed into my new dress that I'd purchased in Tortuga, along with my jacket. Mr Gibbs instantly came running up to Jack and I.
"Where's the Commodore?"
"Fell behind," Jack said bluntly, walking up to Mr Cotton and parrot who stood at the helm as we followed behind him. I nodded to mr cotton, who nodded back with a soft smile.
"My prayers be with him," Mr Gibbs said pausing for a moment, "best not wallow in our grief!" He then said lightly, rushing to keep up with Jack.
"The bright side is you're back, and made it off free and clear," he then turned to me, seeing the slash in my jacket, "well almost," he said squinting at my arm. Jack's gaze also followed Mr Gibbs', though it seemed much more heated as his eyes washed over my dress. I began to open my mouth to snark at Jack's ogling, but all words fell from my mind as an ominous sound began below the water.

Suddenly, the seas rippled dramatically from behind us and without warning, the Flying Dutchman appeared from beneath the water. I winced, knowing this wouldn't end well.

Looking down at the main deck, I noticed Will had now regained consciousness thankfully and stood looking on in horror as we did at the sight.

"Lord on high, deliver us," Mr Gibbs said drawing a cross over his chest. I turned to Jack who winked at me.
"I'll handle this mate," he said, tapping Mr Gibbs on the shoulder.

"Oi, fishface!" He shouted, holding the jar of dirt above his head. My mouth opened wide as I looked on in horror at his actions, what the hell was he trying to achieve here? "Lose something eh?" He shouted.
Just then, he fell down the steps of the deck, still clutching the jar of dirt to his side as he hit each step on the way down. I rolled my eyes at his actions, trying not to laugh as the ridiculousness.

"Got it!" He yelled, lifting it back over his head as he recovered from the fall, jumping up.
"Come to negotiate have you, eh,  you slimy git? Look what i got! I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt- and guess what's inside it!" He sang mocking the other captain.

I couldn't decide where to look, either at Jack or at Jones, either way seemed almost painful.

Suddenly, the cannons of the Dutchmen began to extend, directly toward us.
I didn't hesitate, "hard to starboard!" I shouted, causing the men to run into action. Mr Gibbs instantly took hold of the wheel, turning her about as quickly as he could.

"Brace up the foreyard!" I heard Will yell from the main deck. Jack still remained frozen where he stood.

A moment later, the first shot ran out completely taking out the windows on the cabin, blowing off the doors beneath us.
Six more shots rang out, one coming close to hitting myself, Mr Cotton and Mr Gibbs by the helm. Jack suddenly appeared by my side, holding my waist tightly to him as he took over the wheel from Mr Gibbs.

"She's falling behind," I said, looking back at the Dutchman that was falling into the distance.

Will suddenly appeared beside us, "My father is on that ship, if we can outrun her, we can take her, we should turn and fight," Will said. Jack signalled to Mr Cotton to take over the wheel, and stepped forward with his jar.

"Why fight when you can negotiate?" Jack said smiling as he rested the jar on the ledge.

I stood looking back at the Dutchman and couldn't help the uneasy feeling that settled within me.

"Jack somethings not right, Jones isn't pursuing us," I said trying to get my point across. His eyes flickered to me as he read my face and his smile instantly dropped. That was when I knew he was worried.

Suddenly, the boat lurched having hit something below. The jar of dirt went flying, landing on the lower deck, smashing and spilling its contents all over the deck.
Jack screamed, running down the steps to collect the dirt. Will and I raced down the steps behind Jack as he murmured to himself.