Arabian Knights

Chapter Two:


<>'Lets just get this whole thing straight,
I don't want to kidnap the truth or negotiate.
Or miss the point aimed at you,
I just want to hear you say something that you believe to be true'

- 'Fall to pieces' by Razorlight


"Right then...where to?" Gibbs asked, looking around the deserted dock they had just brought their long boat into.


Jack looked at him. "Hang on...let me just take out my crystal ball..." he said sarcastically.


Gibbs rolled his eyes.
Jack had been so impatient and sarcastic lately, and it was not like him at all.


Well...actually it was, but it was worse than ever now.


Gibbs had a funny feeling it may have come from spending time with that Turner couple.
They seemed to bring out a side in Jack that no one had ever seen before.

He seemed alive.


The news had spread that they were married now.
It seemed highly unlikely that Elizabeth would ever marry, what with her stubborn nature, and her lust for freedom and that twinkle she held in her eyes whenever she was out at sea.


Marriage should have been the last thing she wanted.


Jack peered around inquizzitively.
It was dark, yet everywhere was lit up with magnificent red and blue lanterns, casting an eery glow upon the street they had just wondered down.


"Now that we're here" Gibbs whispered. "How do we find the T'hak Mahara?"


"I had a feeling you would ask that" Jack answered, abscent mindedly rubbing his right forearm.


The crew followed behind the Captain and his first mate. They seemed more quiet than usual, as if taking in their surroundings and accustoming to the silence surrounding them.


Even Cotton's parrot thought it would be best to stay quiet.


Jack suddenly felt something.
It was like a warmth rushing through him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Something seemed to be telling him to carry on forwards.


Utterly confused, but yet highly curious about this new turn of events, he allowed himself to follow this invisible trail.


"I hope he knows where he's going" Annamaria said quietly to Marty. "If not, I am definately going to steal his boat"


Jack ignored her whining and kept walking forwards, hoping beyond hope that whatever this feeling was, that it wasn't going to suddenly turn on him and make him regret following this new instinct.


"Look!" Gibbs shouted, a little too loudly.


They crew jumped out of their skins.


Jack turned around quickly to glare at Gibbs, his brown matted hair and trinkets hitting him in the face as he did so.


"For the love of all that is sacred and holy!" Jack shouted in a whisper. "The next time you shout like that, you'll give me a heart attack!"


Gibbs silently gave his Captain an apology, but pointed forwards at the same time, right past Jack and aiming at something else.


Jack looked around.


'Ah Yes...' He smiled to himself.


Ofcourse he was on the scent of a tavern!!


"Can we, Jack?" Gibbs pleaded. "The last time we drank properly in a proper ale house was way back in The Bacamatic Islands...and we all know we didn't drink to our full extent there"


Jack's crew were looking eagerly at him.


"Well, if you hadn't of started cheating at that card game, you could have stayed a damn sight longer!"
However, Jack knew there was no other option.


But why was he being lead to a drinking Tavern, of all places?
Was this his bodies way of telling him he needed to get the alcohol back into his system?


Or maybe it was his bodies way of telling him to forget the T'hak Mahara and get shit-faced instead.


'That would make more sense...' He thought to himself absent mindedly.


The crew perked up immensely once they were walking at a quick pace towards the Tavern.
The lights were on and noise was still coming from it.


Music?


When they got to the front door, Jack's instinct suddenly took over again.
For some reason, he seemed to let the rest of his crew go inside first instead.


This was VERY unlike Jack Sparrow.

Even Gibbs seemed to realise something was not quite right.


Once all of his crew were inside the Tavern, he was about to step through the door himself when he stopped dead mid-stride.


For some reason, he realised that this place was not the one he was seeking.
It was somewhere else.
He came out of the door again, shutting it behind him.


He had absolutely no idea what was happening to him.
One minute his body was telling him to go into the Tavern...the next minute it was telling him to go somewhere else...


'Make up your bloody mind!' He shouted to himself.


Jack looked around at the tall buildings.
They were nothing like he imagined them to be.


India was truly a magnificent place.
Brightly coloured buildings, a dusky scent within the air.
And above all...it was as far away from the Caribbean as he could possibly get.


As far away from THEM as he could possibly get.


Mr and the newly Mrs Turner.
Bain of his existance for the past two years.


He often thought about them.
How they were doing, what they were doing...how happy they probably were.


But something else was troubling him when it came to those two.
Somehow he had an incling that maybe something was wrong with them.


Call it his New instinct.


The closer he got to India, the more he could feel it.
That need pulling him here, as if he was attached to an invisible rope.


It was like he Knew where he was going...he Knew what he was going to find...but he had no clue how to get where he was going or find what he was looking for.


So technically he was screwed.


Suddenly something clicked within him.


He had been admiring the building next door to the Tavern.
Looking at the green lanterns along the top of the roof.


He sensed something rather strange about this place...


And that was when he realised.


It was not the Tavern he was looking for.
It was this building.