Not too long on the sea and we're caught in a storm. The crew and I are desperately trying to keep control of the boat, getting absolutely soaked by rain and seawater while Jack keeps us on course.
   "How can we sail to an Island nobody can find," Will yells over the rain, talking to Gibbs, "with a compass that doesn't work?"
   "Aye, the compass doesn't point north," Mr. Gibbs responds, "but we're not trying to find north, are we?" he finished before stumbling up the steps to the helm. "We should drop canvas, sir," he yells to Jack.
   "She can hold a bit longer," he responds, glancing at me before turning the wheel sharply.
   "What's put you in such a fine mood, Captain?" Gibbs asks.
   "We're catching up," Jack responds. "Mr. Gibbs, can you hold on to this for me for a bit?" Jack asks. Mr. Gibbs nods and grabs the wheel, freeing Jack. He stumbles down the steps towards me and will.
   "Y/N! Come up to the helm with me. I'd like to talk to you," Jack says to me. I nod and hand the rope to Will before following Jack up to the helm. He dismisses Mr. Gibbs and gestures for me to stand next to him. "About that deal. Back in the cell?"
"What about it?" I ask, staring at him.
"I never got to finish! The deal is, I won't throw you overboard at the next island if you tell me how we know each other," he says. My expression drops and I quickly think of an excuse.
"I'm not sure how you know me, Captain Sparrow, but I know of you through legends and stories. See, I'm not from Port Royal. I lived on my father's ship. He was a pirate and would always talk about Captain Jack Sparrow. You look just how he describes you," I think fast, fabricating not entirely a lie, but leaving out important details.
"Your father. Do I know him?" Jack asks, turning the wheel abruptly.
"No. Not many people do," I say, again, not entirely lying.
"Alright," he says, slightly suspicious, "you stay up here with me. We'll talk later about this." I nod and stay up here with him, letting myself get lost in thought.

A few hours later and the solemn call of Mr. Cotton's parrot draws me out of my thoughts.
"Dead men tell no tales," the parrot says as we pass through a ship graveyard. I watch over Jack's shoulder as he looks at his compass and adjusts the wheel. I see Will start to move so I go over just in time to hear Mr. Gibbs.
"Back when he was captain of the Black Pearl," he says, taking a swig from his flask.
"What?" Will asks, looking up at Jack.
"Well. He failed to mention that," I say, following Will's gaze.
"He plays things closer to the chest now. A hard-learned lesson it was," Mr. Gibbs says, "See, three days out on the venture, the first mate comes to him and says, 'Everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure too.' So Jack gives up the bearings," Mr. Gibbs shakes his head, "That night, there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die, but not before he'd gone mad with the heat."
"Ah," Will says, "so that's the reason for all the..." he waves his arms the way Jack does and I chuckle before Mr. Gibbs shoots me a glare.
"Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now, Will, Y/N," the three of us sit down, "When a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot-one shot. Now that won't do much good hunting not to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst, that pistol started to look real friendly," Mr. Gibbs makes a gun with his fingers and points it at his temple, "But Jack, he escaped the island and he still has that single shot. Oh, he won't use it though, save on one man. His mutinous first mate."
"Barbossa," Will says.
"Aye," Mr. Gibbs replies.
"How did Jack get off the island?" I ask.
"Well, I'll tell ye," Mr. Gibbs starts, "He waded out into the shallows and waited three days and three nights 'til all manner of sea creatures came acclimated to his presence. And on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed them together and made a raft."
"He roped a couple of sea turtles?" Will asks, in complete disbelief.
"Aye, sea turtles," Mr. Gibbs nods.
"What did he use for rope?" I ask. Mr. Gibbs opens his mouth to respond before closing it and looking confused. Just then, the three of us turn to see Jack staring at us, causing my face to turn bright red once more.
"Human hair. From my back," Jack says, "Let go the anchor!" he yells to the crew.
"Lower the anchor line!" the crew yells in response.
"Young Mr. Turner, Ms. Jones, and I are to go ashore," he starts walking away and Will, Mr. Gibbs, and I follow behind.
"Captain," Gibbs starts, "what if the worst should happen?"
"Keep to the code," Jack says.
"Aye. The code," Gibbs says back.