☠ 2nd Log ☠ From the past comes the future
Jack had woken up early to clean up. Elizabeth made him fully aware that certain smells made her a bit uncomfortable and he certainly didn't want to be the cause of it. The last time was a bit messy...or could have been. He avoided the pickles and rum in the morning and chose to stick with the hardtack and water. Gibbs thought this was unusual for Jack but there was really no complaint with the First Mate since that meant more rum for him.
Jack removed his shirt, effects and boots before he dove into the water. It was not only good exercise for him, being in the water allowed him to clear his head from foggy thoughts. As he emerged to take his breath, he looked out onto the horizon. His thoughts were clearer now and he thought of Will and how he was fairing in his task as the ferryman for the dead. He had to admit to himself that he was far too selfish for the task. Will was certainly the better man and Jack had to realize himself that he too was growing to becoming a much more balanced person with the rational upbringing of a goat.
Stubborn to a fault, Jack hated admitting to anyone that someone else was right all along. Perhaps it was pride. Perhaps it was naivety, but still the same, he changed from the selfish pirate to a pirate with some moral fiber. These ideals were growing on him.
Jack swam back to the ship and grabbed hold of the ladder on the hull and pulled himself up out of the water. On his ascending climb, he looked over his shoulder. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be honest once in a while with honest people. A balance was made and with time, he could probably believe that he was a good man after all. It'll take more than words to convince himself.
Gibbs watched Jack for a moment before he returned to his duties on deck. Jack's feet touched the deck of the Pearl and turned his attentions to putting his shirt back on. The scars on his right arm, the two long healed bullet wounds over the right side of his chest near the shoulder and the pirate brand certainly had him marked as a man that wasn't entirely playing with life but life was playing him.
Once his shirt came on, he put his hand on the rail and leaned forward. "Mr. Gibbs. How long have we been underway and how much distance have we covered?"
"Three days and we're nearing Spain, sir." Gibbs responded.
"Aye." Jack smirked. Spain wasn't exactly the place he wanted to cross and he needed to port there for supplies. Portugal would have been better and since there was no safe passage that would allow a galleon through the upper coast of Africa by the use of the Mediterranean Sea to the Red Sea, they had no choice but to go around the continent of Africa. "Too bad there's no shipworthy passage that allows a straight shot from the Med, eh?"
"Aye, that would make our trip much easier and quicker." Gibbs couldn't argue the point. "No river can support the Pearl even if he thought it to be true."
"There is no measure worth measuring if the measure is already done. Three days and near Spain in less than one does account for something. We're making good time." Jack grinned and patted Gibbs on the shoulder.
"And if I my be so bold to ask ye, Captain, why the rush?"
Jack froze. His back was stalk straight and stiffly turns to face Gibbs. "Because."
The simple answer made Gibbs' brow raised. "Because....why?"
"Because...time isn't exactly on our side at the moment and a moment wasted is a moment that we'll have to deal with a certain little issue that I'm not entirely prepared for. Savvy?" Jack was clearly hiding something and Gibbs knew it from his captain's reactions.
"Captain, is this about Mrs. Turner's presence?" Gibbs inquired.
"No. Nothing at all." Jack's grin held more than just a certain bit of uneasiness. He was concerned. Jack didn't spare much more time to the conversation and walked away now with his boots and effects properly adorned.
"Aye." Gibbs knew better than to pry. He understood Jack almost in a psychic way which meant spending years with the man to know it all.
Jack removed his shirt, effects and boots before he dove into the water. It was not only good exercise for him, being in the water allowed him to clear his head from foggy thoughts. As he emerged to take his breath, he looked out onto the horizon. His thoughts were clearer now and he thought of Will and how he was fairing in his task as the ferryman for the dead. He had to admit to himself that he was far too selfish for the task. Will was certainly the better man and Jack had to realize himself that he too was growing to becoming a much more balanced person with the rational upbringing of a goat.
Stubborn to a fault, Jack hated admitting to anyone that someone else was right all along. Perhaps it was pride. Perhaps it was naivety, but still the same, he changed from the selfish pirate to a pirate with some moral fiber. These ideals were growing on him.
Jack swam back to the ship and grabbed hold of the ladder on the hull and pulled himself up out of the water. On his ascending climb, he looked over his shoulder. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be honest once in a while with honest people. A balance was made and with time, he could probably believe that he was a good man after all. It'll take more than words to convince himself.
Gibbs watched Jack for a moment before he returned to his duties on deck. Jack's feet touched the deck of the Pearl and turned his attentions to putting his shirt back on. The scars on his right arm, the two long healed bullet wounds over the right side of his chest near the shoulder and the pirate brand certainly had him marked as a man that wasn't entirely playing with life but life was playing him.
Once his shirt came on, he put his hand on the rail and leaned forward. "Mr. Gibbs. How long have we been underway and how much distance have we covered?"
"Three days and we're nearing Spain, sir." Gibbs responded.
"Aye." Jack smirked. Spain wasn't exactly the place he wanted to cross and he needed to port there for supplies. Portugal would have been better and since there was no safe passage that would allow a galleon through the upper coast of Africa by the use of the Mediterranean Sea to the Red Sea, they had no choice but to go around the continent of Africa. "Too bad there's no shipworthy passage that allows a straight shot from the Med, eh?"
"Aye, that would make our trip much easier and quicker." Gibbs couldn't argue the point. "No river can support the Pearl even if he thought it to be true."
"There is no measure worth measuring if the measure is already done. Three days and near Spain in less than one does account for something. We're making good time." Jack grinned and patted Gibbs on the shoulder.
"And if I my be so bold to ask ye, Captain, why the rush?"
Jack froze. His back was stalk straight and stiffly turns to face Gibbs. "Because."
The simple answer made Gibbs' brow raised. "Because....why?"
"Because...time isn't exactly on our side at the moment and a moment wasted is a moment that we'll have to deal with a certain little issue that I'm not entirely prepared for. Savvy?" Jack was clearly hiding something and Gibbs knew it from his captain's reactions.
"Captain, is this about Mrs. Turner's presence?" Gibbs inquired.
"No. Nothing at all." Jack's grin held more than just a certain bit of uneasiness. He was concerned. Jack didn't spare much more time to the conversation and walked away now with his boots and effects properly adorned.
"Aye." Gibbs knew better than to pry. He understood Jack almost in a psychic way which meant spending years with the man to know it all.