pirate_jack: (black pearl with patched sails)
No one's entirely certain just how long they were battered by wind and wave, but at last, it's over. The storm is past.

Jack's gamble had worked. The wind that filled the Pearl's sails at the last desperate moment, the high spiraling wind that had whirled 'round the very eye of the hurricane itself, had given them the speed and line that they needed to break free of the storm, which has gone on now into the distance beyond them-- almost as quickly as it had risen.

There's no sign of Norrington; no sign of any other ship but the Pearl, at the moment. The sky has cleared, and the sea's becoming calm once more.
pirate_jack: (black pearl)
They've sailed from Tripoli to Singapore, the Horn to the Hope, Bombay to Tortuga and more. Weeks, even months of travel in the normal course of things, all compressed through the use of the astrolabe's magic to cheat both time and space.

(tempus frangit)


They'd spent the previous night celebrating in port, in Tortuga. The crew had scattered quickly to spend a goodly portion of their coin in drunken carousing. Jack had led his "guests" into his favorite tavern-- where Svava's blonde beauty had attracted a great deal of interest.

Not for long, however, as Archie's first and only question to the barkeep had been,

"Are the beds clean?"

Upon receiving both a hearty affirmative and a room key, he'd turned and taken his wife in his arms, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The two of them had vanished upstairs while Wellard looked on in shock at this much of a breach in propriety, blushing furiously.

Jack had just grinned and snagged a bottle of rum for himself, then slung an arm around the lad's shoulders and led him off to another table.

"Allow me to explain, son."




A day later, the Black Pearl is back under normal sail once more, en route to the Isla de Muerta. There, the rest of the treasure will be safely stored away, and the three visitors from Milliways will cross the portal to return to the bar.

In contrast to how the weather has been for the last few days, the sky at the moment has turned surprisingly clear, with a strong following wind and gently swelling seas.

Of course, the easy sailing means that Jack's got plenty of time to continue his explanation.
pirate_jack: (tempus frangit)
The surge of magic that whirled around them with the turning of the ring carries through and carries them onward, spinning wildly around them and spinning time itself in the process as they go through the door.

(a pirate's life for me)

He's laughing still as all four of them cross the portal from Milliways into the cave on the Isla de Muerta, but then he turns to face the others. Wicked mischief and an odd sort of pride are evident in his flashing smile and his overly elaborate, swaying bow.

"Welcome to the Caribbean, mates."

Just barely visible through the mouth of the cave, if one were to look, the Black Pearl can be seen lying at anchor in the bay beyond.

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