Sinking with the Titanic, Rose ends up on a ship with the pirate Jack Sparrow and a sea goddess' diamond heart. When she tries to free the cursed Will Turner things get complicated, but falling for a dishonest pirate on rum withdrawal is an even wor...
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Captain Jack Sparrow. That was the name of the man who could supposedly help Rose, by summoning the sea goddess Calypso and give her the Heart of the Ocean in return for taking Rose back to her own time, where she would enter the afterlife and be reunited with Jack. Her Jack, that was.
It all sounded rather complicated and frankly very scary too. The way they spoke of the sea goddess, and for that matter of this Sparrow fellow, made Rose uneasy. They seemed dangerous.
Sure, she was dead already; what could they do to her that was worse than that? Problem was, she could actually think of many things they could do. The pirates/sailors aboard this ship were decent enough, albeit a bit rough, but she had a feeling they were not the norm. The pirates in Peter Pan had been really nasty creatures who seemed to love using their swords on anyone within their range, no questions asked.
It was not much Rose could do however; she was at the mercy of Captain Turner. This was his ship, and he would steer her wherever he saw fit, which right now apparently was an infamous port called Tortuga.
The captain did not know for sure if Sparrow would be in Tortuga, but as he put it, if not, someone in that town would know where he had gone. Everybody knew everything about everybody in the capital of the pirates.
The Dutchman was rolling heavily as she went, swaying from side to side. The motion of the ship had been bad enough when she was still, but that was nothing in comparison to her going forward. Captain Turner explained she was not built to sail above the surface, but with Rose aboard they could not dive like they would normally do.
"But I'm dead anyway, am I not? I couldn't very well drown twice."
"You're dead in your time, aye. But here you're alive until I lead you to the afterlife. Only I can't, because you come from the future, which means you aren't really dead anymore. In fact you're not even born yet."
"This is so confusing." She rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache beginning to form.
He smiled wistfully. "It takes time to adapt. To accept it." He was unconsciously touching his chest as he spoke.
"You're dead too," she realized.
"Not exactly dead, but bound to this ship in exchange for being allowed to live on, despite the mortal wound I received. 'One day ashore. Ten years at sea,' that was the deal."
"Ten years? That's harsh... When is your next day ashore, then?"
"That would be nine years, eleven months and eight days." He looked at the sky. "And... four or five hours, give or take." The captain's dark eyes filled with longing as he regarded the distant horizon.
Rose recognized that look. "What's her name?"
He met her gaze, smiling sadly. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Turner, my wife."
