UNPRECEDENTED YOUTH
Well, you asked for more, so I have brought more! Thanks to you that reviewed! This is officially a story (and not a one shot) from now on! Chapters will be shorter than I am accustomed to writing with different lengthed chapters instead a set amount, but I know you'll like it all the same! Thank you! - Dis/Claimer - . x X x . Chapter Two Jack popped up from the side of his compass, relieved to finally see a still arrow on his compass, though in the hands of someone else. That someone else was a puzzled and distressed Elizabeth Swann, tricked by Jack’s words and following what he said about getting Will back on little faith. It was all she had, and now, Jack had all that he needed to get his freedom back. “Mr. Gibbs!” “Cap’n!” “We have our heading,” Jack said with a sly tone. Gibbs had never been gladder to hear the words. “Finally.” He began to move towards the ship quickly, shouting out orders as the rest of the men on the dock boarded with provisions and rum. Jack issued Elizabeth onto the ship, and he boarded directly behind her. And directly behind him carried a man with a large barrel. Soon, all provisions were below decks, save a few kegs of powder. The ship left port, now heading back out to open waters. Elizabeth walked around decks almost effortlessly, watching Jack steer the ship out of the corner of her eye. Exhausted, she let her hair out of its tight binding, throwing the hat aside on deck. From the wheel, Jack cursed her lovely figure of temptation. “You know,” Jack spoke up, “I showed ye to your cabin.” “Yes,” Elizabeth said distantly, looking up at a starless overcast night sky. “And I showed myself to the deck.” “You’re getting less tolerant of walls,” Jack stated. He expected her to cast him a look, but she just sighed silently. “I am,” Elizabeth admitted, staring out at the blackness. “No matter how pretty they are or what is on them.” “No appeal to pretty anymore, either?” Jack pressed. “Not so much.” Jack’s hand slid over the wheel as he walked away from it to join Elizabeth at gazing at the darkness, but a loud clatter came from the main deck. Elizabeth stood, and they exchanged glances of curiosity and uncertainty as Jack drew his sword, moving forward in the night cautiously. He picked up a lamp nearby, and they leaned over the railing to look at the deck below. After moving the light around several times, Elizabeth caught sight of something. She pointed. “Look.” An empty barrel lay on its side, gunpowder strewn all over the deck space in front of it. Jack narrowed his eyes, moving down the stairs with Elizabeth in the follow. They reached the barrel, kneeling down near it. “Who’s up here, I wonder?” he mused quietly. “He owes me another provision.” “Jack, there’s footprints.” Elizabeth took the lamp, bringing it back down to the mess of powder on the deck. “Look.” Several small slipper marks and wisps were in the powder. He also saw a tiny handprint, touching it barely. A knowing smile almost surfaced, but the expression came across as less than amused. “Who is it?” Elizabeth whispered. “Pull out the compass,” he murmured to her. “Wh-? What for?” she asked hesitantly, reaching for it at her side. “Just open the compass,” he said in a louder, more pronounced voice. Elizabeth’s mouth fell agape at his shouting, but he just stared at her until she opened it, taking a step back and relieving her of the light. She did so; the arrow spun a moment until landing squarely on Jack. She glared at it angrily for a moment until something jumped up and grabbed her arm. She screamed, but when Jack raised the lamp, she just saw a small girl materialize out of nowhere, studying the reading on the compass. Jack didn’t move. “You like Jack!” she said happily to Elizabeth. Elizabeth babbled wordlessly, still confused, even as she looked up at Jack. He finally came eye to eye with the child, giving her his narrow eyes and a slight nod. Creda simply looked at him. “So you’re the little devil what knocked over my gunpowder,” he said. “Miss Swann, I believe we’ve found a stowaway.” “Jack, she’s only a child,” Elizabeth said, thinking he might cast a punishment onto her. “I’m sure she just walked aboard the ship.” “No,” Creda said to her. “I fit in the barrel! It was fun!” Elizabeth went silent as Jack looked over at her. Just walked aboard, eh? “Look,” - he paused at the girl’s face – “Apologies again, darling, but what’s your name?” “Creda,” she said patiently. “And I don’t like walls!” “Well then you and Elizabeth will get along just fine,” he said with quick smile to them both. Creda looked at the compass again in Elizabeth’s hands. The arrow remained on Jack. She giggled again. “You’re not a wall, silly!” she said. “You like Jack!” she said to Elizabeth. “No I don’t!” she said immediately. “I don’t like circles,” Jack provided, earning him a strange look from Elizabeth. “I don’t like walls!” Creda practically shouted. “Please protest your dislike of walls in a more quiet manner, luv, or I will be forced to silence you,” Jack said civilly. Elizabeth stared at him incredulously. “Jack!” “Seeing as we all dislike what the compass tells us we most want – I not liking circles, Creda not liking walls, and Elizabeth not liking me (she looked away in frustration) – I say the compass is broken,” Jack declared, standing up. “Even though it works just fine for both of you and not myself.” Both girls went into a rally of objection at this, but Jack just ignored them, walking across the deck and down into the ship with them arguing behind him. He walked passed the cabins, and Elizabeth opened her cabin door still ranting at Jack, and she pulled Creda in with her, claiming that he would harm her or something in the middle of the night and that the girl would be with her and that Jack was not allowed to touch her or so help her god she would hurt him. After the door slammed shut, Jack stood blinking his eyes from a developing headache. He congratulated himself however; both girls were bunking together that night as he had hoped, and he wouldn’t have any disruptions again from either of them. Oh. Good. Now where’s the rum gone off to? . Please Review .
Stowaway
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