He slips out the lake door and meanders in the direction of the Caribbean inlet, humming to himself.

The lad's done a fine job of work. The ship's ready, not only to sail but to fly; now all that's needed is to complete the crew, and thenJack Sparrow grins fiercely at the thought ( Read more... )

The dinghy's leaking again, and it's a ways yet to the nearest shore.

Between the bailing and the cursing, Jack's gotten a steady rhythm going.

The island where he puts in for the night is tiny and unpopulated, but Jack doesn't mind. He's humming as he lowers the dinghy's sail and anchors her securely in a sheltered little cove, then splashes through the breaking surf to the beach ( Read more... )

As he's shoved into the cabin, Jack sways and takes a moment to recover his balance, casting a quick glance around the room-- and spotting the man who stands on the far side of it, with his back to the door as he looks out the window. The pose is studiously precise, and the corners of Jack's mouth twitch with a tiny, knowing smile.

Haven't ( Read more... )

As the ropes that bound the Black Pearl to the Flying Dutchman had tightened, drawing her down, Jack had wound his left hand in a lanyard and clung to his ship with grim determination.

He'd been through this before, after all.

(I can't leave her like this)

(You're gonna owe me)

(Don't make me let her go alone)At first it had been the same, or ( Read more... )

It's early evening, and the light breeze stirs the ratlines and lanyards, whispering of secrets and far-off lands.

(bring me that horizon)

Even as the coy little wind rattles the beads in his hair against each other, Jack's all too well aware that it's not quite strong enough to do more than tease the edges of the Black Pearl's sails. He ( Read more... )

There's a yardarm on the Black Pearl that's too cracked to hold the weight of the sails. That's not good. It's not good at all, and it's been bothering him all winter ( Read more... )

He hadn't slept. All through the long, long night, Jack Sparrow had alternated between relentlessly pacing the confines of his cabin and the deck of the Black PearlAt first, his steps had been illumined by the cold flame of Lyon's lantern. He hadn't needed it to find his way, not on his own ship-- no, Jack had carried it along with him for light ( Read more... )

The Black Pearl is decked out with true holiday gaiety. Spell-driven St. Elmo's fire still dances along the yardarms, but the glow is even brighter now with the addition of white fairy lights strung along every available piece of rigging-- every one of them gleaming with festive cheer. Fairy lights also adorn the ropes that have been run from ( Read more... )

From here.

"Steady on, lad," Jack mutters, supporting Wellard as the two of them cross first the shore and then the floating pier to the Black Pearl.

They stop there, as Jack looks up the sea-ladder with a frown.

"Can you climb?"