Once outside the cabin, Jack feels a bit better. Less annoyed at the turn of events. Calmed with the shift of the Pearl beneath his feet. The wind on his face. He looks up at the sky to spot the sun from earlier this morning but it's disappeared behind gathering storm clouds. He knew a storm was on the way and the give of the wind seems to say it's coming. And it's big.

Getting out of the Caribbean for the time being might not be a bad idea for many reasons.

The crew eyes him with too much interest as he swaggers past and Jack bellows at them to get back to work in his most Captain-ly tones. He finds Gibbs by the foredeck, hauling ropes and is about to request him to head for Hispanola when a part of his mind reminds him he left his compass in the cabin. With Norrington. Who is waiting to sign the papers to become his first mate.

Er... He can wait a bit longer.

Jack stays standing with Gibbs before going to take over the helm himself, directing them to the way he hopes Hispanola lies. They can gather supplies there before setting out across the Atlantic. Whatever Norrington does locked in the cabin Jack has no real interest. Or if he does, he pushes it away. The Pearl needs him right now. She comes before anyone.