The Painter Of Port Royal

Chapter 15

"let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea," Gibbs commanded as Jack wobbled towards him.

"Yes to the first. Yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible," Jack warned as two pirates Lydia recognized, her guessing their names were Pintel and Regetti, wrapped Jack's coat around him.

"That seems a bit contradictory, Captain," Gibbs questioned.

"I have faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills Mr Gibbs," Jack paused to look around "now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something!"

There was a chirp as the monkey jack was after dropped what looked to be a wooden eye on deck, Regetti leaping down for it as the monkey jumped away. Jack pulled out his gun as Will let go of Lydia and charged for him, Lydia following after him.

"Jack. Elizabeth is in danger," He began as Jack made a noise.

"Have you considered keeping a watchful eye on her, maybe just locking her up somewhere? I considered that with Lydia here," He said as he walked up to the helm.

"She is locked up Jack, bound to hang for helping you!" Lydia called after him as they ascended the stairs.

The three reached the helm and Lydia could feel the heat at her face. Jack was deliberately avoiding their demands. Like he always did. But this time is did not sit well with her, her brows forrowing as she glared at him.

"There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes," Jack cleared.

"That's rich coming from you Jack," Lydia folded her arms at him.

Will was not satisfied either, taking a sword from someone who stood to the side, gliding after Jack. He had spun around to Lydia's comment, confused at what she meant. As he did Will pointed the sword to his throat, Lydia flinching slightly at the sight. It was almost what he did a year ago, this time Jack not having anything he can push Will out the way with.

"We need that compass of yours, Jack" Will glared "we must trade it for her freedom."

Looking down Lydia failed to meet Jack's gaze as he moved the sword out of his face, eyes not falling from her. She wasn't telling him the whole story. And Will certainly didn't know it either.

"Why do I have a feeling that's not all darling," he stared at her to which Will looked between the two muddled "Mr Gibbs!"

"Captain!"

"We have a need to travel upriver," He murmured beside Gibbs.

"By need do you mean trifling need? Fleeting? As in, say, a passing fancy?" Gibbs pressed.

"No, a resolute and unyielding need," He clarified, tilting is head and making odd facial expressions.

Jack strolled in front of the helm and Will and Lydia trailed after him.

"What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste," Will said.

"William, Lydia darling, I shall trade you both the compass, if you help me to find this," he held up a picture of a key "and love you explain why you have a p on your delicate wrist."

Gibbs gasped behind them as Lydia shook her head. She didn't want to explain but she was going to have to, holding her hands behind her. Will examined the image of the key, it wasn't a fancy one at all, just a regular key.

"You want us to find this?" Will moaned.

"No. You want you to find it. Lydia wants to tell me what's going on with her," He winked at her.