Jack really couldn’t explain why he went along with this foolish plan, but… well, actually, he knew exactly why, considering it got him out of an untimely meeting with the gallows. Still, there was something off with young Will Turner and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Watching the boy smooth down his sparse facial hair for the third time in five minutes, Jack really had give his first impressions of the boy a second thought. Really, his face was much too smooth and soft, and if it weren’t for the fact he had facial hair, the lad would look like a woman.
And- did the boy have hips?
Frowning, Jack left his post at the wheel and stalked up behind ‘Will.’ He tapped the other on the shoulder and was prepared for the way spun around in surprise; while the boy was still off guard, he reached up and ripped the ‘moustache’ off, crooking an eyebrow at it when it curled limply in his hand.
“Ow!” the girl complained, giving him a baleful glare as she gingerly touched the place where the moustache had been.
“Hm,” Jack said thoughtfully, inspecting the fake facial hair. “Looks like glue and a little…” He eyed her short ponytail at the base of her neck. “of your own hair, Miss Turner?”
Still glaring, the girl reached up and peeled the small patch off of her chin. “Yes,” she bit off.
“Care to explain what this little ruse was about?” he asked, “Because, obviously, you aren’t a young lad, smitten with Miss Swann as you’ve led me to believe.” He gave her a quick once over. “Unless, you’re-”
“No!” she protested, scandalized at the thought.
Jack held his hands up defensively. “Just asking!” After a moment, he prompted, “So…?”
She stepped away from him, just realizing how close the pirate was. “I’ve worked as one of Miss Swann’s maids since I’ve come to Port Royal. We are fairly close.”
Jack sensed a ‘but’ coming.
“When the pirates attacked the house, I saw them corner her in a linen closet, but she managed to hold them off by showing them a… gold medallion.” She eyed him sideways. “The medallion was mine- I thought I’d lost it.”
“So, you’ve decided to follow her to get it back?” he asked.
“It was the last thing given to me by a father I’ve never met,” she retorted, “But, what I really want to know is, why do the pirates want it so badly?”