~~I spend the rest of the night thinking about that damn compass and what it means.
What did Jack mean when he asked me what I wanted most?
Why did the needle point at Jack?
Why does everything happen to me?
I finally get at least two or three hours if sleep before Will wakes me. I slip my boots on and put my hat on my head.
I start toward the deck. I bump into someone and fall on my butt.
I grumble as I stand up.
"Did you figure out what you want most?" Jacks voice rings in my ears.
Then I remember. Jacks compass doesn't point north, because it points to what you want most.
And apparently, what I want most is Captain Jack Sparrow.
"I think so," I say as I drop his compass back into his hand.
I give my way past him just as he asks, "Are you goin' tell me?"
I stop in my tracks.
Should I? No.
I turn on my heel and look him dead in the eye and ask, "Now why would I do such a thing?"
He takes a few steps forward and says, "Because I have a feelin' I know what it is."
"And why is that?" I ask.
"I cheated," he states.
"What?" I ask.
"As I stood up last night, I got a peak of what it was pointing at. Me. Was it? Or was it not?" he says casually.
I raise an eye brow and ask, "You count that as cheating? It's just an invasion of privacy."
"Not really. It's my compass. It's what you want most. It's a win-win," he says.
"Captain!" Mr. Gibbs yells from the docks.
"We will finish this conversation later," Jack says before he walks away.
What the hell just happened?!