On the Island: Ceremony and Escape

[bringmethatnpc]

The sound of thunder rumbles through the air, heralding an approaching storm--

--no, wait.

That's not thunder; that's the beating of drums.

It's a beautiful clear day on the island, just perfect for a ceremony and celebration, as the tribe prepares to send their chief to the gods.

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[turned_captain]

Will, who has been trying to follow what hasn't been said, and not really succeeding, turns to Jack.

"What we need to do," he points out, "is make sail for Port Royal with all haste!"

[pirate_jack]

It's Jack's turn to sigh. Looking out over the deck below, he says wearily,

"William... I shall trade to you the compass, if you will help me to find this."

He reaches into his coat and pulls out the scrap of cloth, unrolling it to show the drawing of the key, albeit a little the worse for wear.

[turned_captain]

"You want me to find this."

Will can't quite believe it. Jack's bargaining for Elizabeth's life?

[pirate_jack]

"No," Jack tells him. "You want you to find this."

He turns to face Will, explaining with earnest sincerity,

"Because the finding of this-- finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating and/or discovering the detection of a way to save your doughty belle, ol’ whatsherface."

A beat of silence while they both review those words, and then Jack finishes,

"Savvy?"

[turned_captain]

Um.

What?

"This is going to save Elizabeth?"

[pirate_jack]

As Will takes the cloth and brandishes it, Jack considers both it and him.

Lowering his voice, he asks,

"How much do you know about Davy Jones?"

[turned_captain]

Will looks up from his studying of the cloth, frowning in confusion at all this randomness.

"Not much," he says truthfully.

[pirate_jack]

I thought not.

"Yeah," Jack tells him, turning to look out over the deck once more as the Pearl sails onward.

"That's going to save Elizabeth."