Back on the Dying Gull, the crew began bounding Henry and Carina to the mast with rope. Jack decided to take them because Carina had the map, and Henry begged to come because he wants to save his father from the Dutchman's curse.

Gibbs and Jack were talking amongst themselves as I stood near the taffrail of the ship, content to finally have a heading and go on another adventure again. But the Dying Gull hasn't seen the sea in God knows how long... it would be a miracle if he didn't sink.

I leaned to Jack and said, "Jack, don't take this the wrong way, but I have almost no faith in you."

Jack glared at me as he ordered, "cut the shard!" Scrum swung his knife right by Carina's head, cutting a rope that held a net full of rocks.

"Scrum, you're going to kill somebody with that merde aim you've got!" I scolded.

I could hear wood clanking, so I hesitantly peered over the side of our little ship and saw the little wooden logs that were holding the ship begin to fall like dominos.

"Prepare to drown!" Gibbs shouted.

Jack, pleased with himself, walked up to the wheel on the helm with unwarranted confidence. The ship began to roll into the water while Jack looked back at the sea, chuckling. I held onto the railing of the ship and planned an escape route in my head: jump over and start swimming to shore.

"Me dear beloved crew, finally, today is..." a rope caught along the rudder, and yanked the Dying Gull in its place. We all went flying, landing on our faces at the abrupt stop. I grunted as I looked up and blew strands of my hair out of my eyes.

Jack pulled himself up and pressed himself up against the wheel. "Something's gone wrong." The rope suddenly snapped under the tension and jarred the ship forward, causing us to fly backward. Luckily, I was still on the ground so I was not dramatically affected by the jolt. The Dying Gull picked up momentum, landed in the water, and stayed afloat.

Everyone stood up and waited for a second before Marty shouted, "she floats!" And everyone started cheering.

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We had a longboat that bumped along the hull of the ship as we sailed through the open water under the hot Caribbean sun. I looked at it longingly from time to time, giving myself the option that I could board it and row myself away at anytime.

Jack spoke to the us at the helm, going through a little book that Carina referred to as the map. His eyebrows disappeared behind his bandanna as he flipped carelessly through the pages. I could see words written on it, along with drawings of the constellations of stars but Jack was thumbing through the pages too quickly for me to read.

"There's nothing on here," Jack groaned.

I plucked the book from Jack's hands and flipped to the first few pages and read the words quickly. I revealed, "it's a diary."

"A what?" He asked with a high pitched voice.

"A diary. To write down your thoughts," I explained.

"Reading and writing..." Jack huffed, "you two really are witches."

"You really have to stop calling her that, it upsets her," I said.

"Aye, Jack, not the best to call a lady in these times," Gibbs agreed with me. He has really grown since the first time I met him.

Jack grabbed the book back and meandered down the steps. The rest of us followed Jack down to the mast where he held out the book and he waved it in front of Carina. "There is no map in this map."

"Give me my diary," Carina requested.

"Give me The Map No Man Can Read," Jack demanded, bringing the diary to his chest.

"If you could read it, then it wouldn't be called The Map No Man Can Read," Carina snapped.

"I beg you, please, don't argue with her," Henry said from the other side of the mast.

"I've spent years with this stubborn lass—" Jack pointed back to me with his thumb without looking— "I can handle this one."

I glared at him and rolled my eyes.

"Besides, most of the men on this ship can't read," Jack remarked, "which makes all maps The Maps That No Man Can Read, so jokes on you."

"Can you not read, Jack?" I asked.

Jack turned to glare at me, "besides the point."

"Well, if you can't read it, then you have no use for it or me," Carina said smugly.

Jack shook his head and his arms in frustration at her. "Let me start again. Show me the map."

"I can't. It doesn't yet exist," Carina said.

"She's a witch!" Marty said.

"I'm an astronomer," Carina corrected, but was obviously insulted.

Scrum smiled and said, "ah! Ah, she breeds donkeys."

"What? No. An astronomer contemplates the sky," she said.

"Yeah, on a donkey?" Scrum asked. What made him think that?

"No! There's no donkey!"

"Well, then how do you breed them?" Cremble asked.

Jack spoke up, "allow me to simplify this equation... give me the map... or I will kill..." he pointed to Henry, "him. I'll kill him."

Henry turned back, looking at Jack in disbelief.

"Go on then," Carina said, "you're bluffing."

Jack leaned in and smiled smugly at her, exposing his three gold teeth. "And you're blushing."

Carina was silent and Jack ordered his men to throw Henry overboard. The pirates laughed as they got him untied and started to shove him up to the stern. Untying him meant they had to untie Carina as well.

"We call this keelhauling," Jack said to Carina. He turned to everyone and called out, "young Henry will be tossed over... and he will be dragged under the ship."

"All right. What're you waiting for?" She asked.

Jack was surprised that Carina showed such little empathy for Henry. I shoved my hands into the wide pockets of my long black coat and leaned against the taffrail disinterestedly as Cremble shoved a rag into Henry's mouth and started to say, "uh, he doesn't appear to be..."

Jack interrupted, "nope—" he pointed to himself— "not bluffing, me."

Henry's voice was muffled as he was trying to shout and the two pirates hoisted him up onto the ledge. His wrists were bound together behind his back and his ankles were tied together as well.

"He's trying to say something," Jack obviously pointed out. He shouted to Henry, "no, no, we don't have any food on board. Sorry," as Henry was tossed off the ship.

Carina stepped forward, horrified, only to have Scrum block her and Gibbs said, "if he's lucky, he'll drown before the barnacles shred him to ribbons."

"Barnacles?" She asked.

"Like a thousand knives across your back," Jack described. "'Course the blood attracts sharks."

"Sharks?" Carina asked, distraught.

"They follow the smell of blood," I added.

"Shark off the bow!" Gibbs called out, pointing at the water.

We all looked off the side of the ship and Jack said ominously, "I would say that swimming is no longer his primary concern."

Carina pointed up to the sky frantically and said, "the map is there!"

Jack looked up. "Where?"

"On the tip of her finger?" Marty asked.

"No, in the heavens," Carina said. She put her hand down. "That diary will lead me to a map hidden in the stars. Let him up. I'll find it tonight."

Jack shook his head, "sorry, can't bring him up."

"But what if he can't swim?" She asked, getting visably impatient.

"No better time to learn," I said and inspected the dirt under my nails.

Jack nodded and said, "look for yourself."

Scrum let her go and she ran up the helm. She finally saw why we were all so nonchalant. Henry was only tossed into the longboat. Only once have I been apart of the crew for a keelhaul, but it was because the man tried to mutiny against my father. It's quite tasking and messy, so marooning is usually more desired.

Jack grinned to himself, "as I said... blushing," and all the pirates laughed. I grinned at him gently, once again seeing the spark of the old Jack Sparrow I knew and loved.

Carina sighed as she looked down at Henry and huffed, "filthy pirate."

AN: If you were captain, how would you rather get rid of crew members? Keel hauling, marooning, or other?
Keelhauling sounds the most brutal and messy so I think I would just maroon people