The crescent shaped cliffside was littered with walkways and bridges, and dotted throughout with caves. Platforms made from a hodgepodge of materials were anchored into the walls, and stacked on each other haphazardly. Thick ropes and chains made an elaborate net that reminded Will of rigging designed by a madman. The largest platform hung in the center of it all, ringed with crane arms and hoist tackle. The whole web looked unstable, but figures walked throughout the tangle without a hint of concern.
Jack and Will stood at the far corner of the cliffside above the cove. Where they were the rock face was sheer, but the cliff became more and more sloped as it curved to the other side of the cove. On the far side they could see ramshackle buildings stacked in rows on the shallower incline, like patchwork stairs
"It looks like a giant snagged a bunch of shipwrecks, and then hung the net over a bowl," Will said, staring in bewilderment at the mess below them.
"I think it's rather genius," Jack said. "Everything supports everything else, like a spider's web."
"Or a sailing ship," Will nodded. "Which is great if the whole thing is stable. Not so great if it looks like it might all come down in a stiff breeze."
In the water below the criss-crossing ropes and platforms, two large ships were docked at an elaborate, multi-level pier. They'd both been stripped of their rigging, sails, trim, crossbeams, and figureheads. Behind them, up against the wall of the cove, another ship was stripped down to a skeleton. It looked like a wicker basket that was starting to come apart as a work crew stripped the planks from it's hull.
It was midmorning, and the odd little shanty town was bustling with the sounds of work and music.
"What is this place?" Jack asked. "A salvage yard?"
"I... think it's a squib dock," Will said, starting to puzzle it out.
"A what?" Jack made a face at the odd word.
"Squibbing is when you change a ship's profile. Usually, it just means re-hanging the rigging and sails in a new configuration, for different kinds of sailing and such. It can also mean pulling everything recognizable off a ship and replacing it so it's unrecognizable," Will explained.
Jack raised an eyebrow at the ships below. "Why would anyone need to do that? And why do it all the way out here?"
"If the ship is stolen, or if there's a price on it, or a new owner just decides they want a change," Will shrugged. "At any Imperial drydock, squibbing has to be approved and recorded by local notaries. This place seems pretty off the books."
"So these are pirates?" Jack asked, sounding worried.
"Not exactly," Will said. "I think it's just a place that's pirate friendly."
"So, yes. Pirates. We shipwrecked in a pirate cove." Jack sighed. She pulled her hat a little lower against the sun. "Wonderful"
"I think it's pretty lucky that we found this place at all," Will countered. "It's exactly what we need."
Jack started to answer, then looked at him strangely. "Yes... It is."
Will eyed her sideways, slowly realizing what she was getting at and hoping he had it wrong. "You sure you want to keep going with that?"
"Come on, Will!" Jack insisted. "This isn't just simple luck."
Will gave her a level stare, feeling anger starting to rise inside him. "You're really doing this."
"It's a rather large coincidence that we'd end up shipwrecked on an island with a fully staffed secret shipyard," Jack said pointedly, holding her hands up like she was apologizing for something she didn't want to explain.
He forced himself to stay calm, but couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice. "You really think this was my doing?"
Jack looked pained.. "Not purposefully, but yes. The odds of this are... next to impossible."
He stared at her in angry silence.
She looked away. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"I only agreed to come out here with you because you specifically promised we wouldn't talk about this," Will said through gritted teeth.
"I didn't mean to!" Jack said, throwing her hands in the air. "You have to admit, this is pretty bloody unlikely."
Will took a deep breath and tried to disbelieve, but he already knew she was right. That was why he was suddenly so angry. "I know. I knew as soon as we saw the place. I just didn't want to admit it. Or talk about it."
"Maybe... this is an opportunity," Jack suggested hesitantly.
"For fucking what?" Will snapped. "It's a little late to stop any of it, don't you think?"
Jack kept pushing. "To learn more! You have to face this, to really analyze it, if you're ever going to understand it enough to change the hold it has over you."
"You don't get it!" Will snarled. "It already happened! We had to figure it out in retrospect! That's how it works!"
"I thought you could feel it when it was starting?' Jack asked, puzzled.
Will let out an angry breath and shook his head. "Sometimes. It's subtle. It feels like... slow motion. A sort of disconnect from myself, I always feel like I'm watching things happening to someone else. I don't remember feeling that today."
Jack's eyes narrowed in thought. "It wouldn't have been today. We're already here. It would have been while we were in the storm, or even before."
"That could have been any time after we left Barcola," Will said, frustrated. "I don't think picking apart the whole trip is going to help us learn more than we already know."
"When did we first start to go off course?" Jack asked.
Will thought back, then stood there paralyzed as horror washed over him. "You're right. I did feel it." He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to center his reeling ming. "I was looking through the Captain's spyglass and caught that black ship against the skyline. I was there at exactly the right moment. I felt it. That's how I knew we were in trouble."
Jack inhaled sharply as she saw his expression. "Will, don't..."
Will's face twisted with anger and self loathing. "It was my fault. All of this."
Jack shook her head. "Don't do that to yourself."
"Fuck." Will forced himself to breathe.
"I could very well be wrong," Jack tried to reassure him. "Coincidences do happen."
Will gave her a sharp look. "Don't pull that fake reassurance bullshit with me. You're terrible at it. You had it right the first time. This is exactly the kind of horrible shit that used to happen before I retired. It's just... bigger than I ever thought!" Jack tried to reach out for him, but he stepped back and yanked his arm free of her touch. "After I made it back to Bastard's Bay. I took six months to recover and started feeling normal again. I hadn't figured out the curse yet. I thought it was just a run of bad luck. After a good night at cards I thought it had to be over, so I hired onto another expedition. It started great. Navigating had never been easier. I could picture where we were, and where we were going, and everything in between like I'd already been there. It felt good. Then the galley caught fire. It spread faster than I've ever seen. While we were fighting to save the sails, it caught the powder stores."
"Oh gods," Jack whispered.
Will's eyes bored into her like he was trying to push understanding right into her mind. "It blew the whole quartermaster's hold out the side. Between the fire and the breach we lost nine crew. The captain managed to beach us on a sandbar, but we were lost. The fire took the sails and rigging, and the back half of the ship. It was only a matter of time before a big enough wave dragged us back into deeper waters and sunk us. We were there on that sandbar for four days, just waiting to die. I thought it was a miracle when an Imperial patrol passed by and spotted us."
"It's... possible," Jack said, not believing it as she said it.
Will shook his head. "I was the one that smelled the smoke. I felt it... the disconnection, the world slowing down. It had happened a dozen times after that before I made it home. I'd been telling myself I was just messed up in the head, like soldiers after war, but when I kicked the galley door open and saw the flames, I had this moment where I wondered if I was cursed. After the Magistrate confirmed it, I knew the whole ordeal was my fault for being there. I just... never thought that being rescued might have been part of it too. What kind of curse dooms someone, and then saves them?"
"The kind that isn't trying to kill you?" Jack suggested. "It's just putting you in bad situations."
"And apparently getting me out of them," Will said grimly, trying to process what he was starting to understand and struggling with the anger rising inside him. "That's the way it's been ever since..."
"Since I left you there," Jack finished guiltily.
"It's been the same sequence every time. I would barely survive, end up needing a miracle, and then against all odds I'd get it." Will slumped against a tree and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. "Over and over."
"That's not so different than before, is it?" Jack asked. "Sounds like how I'd describe any number of our adventures."
"No," Will said with a bitter shake of his head. "It's like... the stakes are higher, and I'm always betting blind. You and I didn't go into situations unprepared, and we had each other. We did our best to keep everyone else out of whatever madness we were putting ourselves in. We went looking for adventure. Now, it's like adventure comes looking for me. I'm always caught off guard."
Jack knelt next to him. "That does sound worse."
"This is why I'm still mad," Will said, snapping his head towards her. His blue eyes were rimmed with red. He was keeping himself calm, but he could feel all the anger he'd been bottling up for years welling fiercely. "I've been pretty good about keeping things cordial between us. It's even been fun a few times. In spite of everything I missed having you around, and it works as long as I don't think about..." He trailed off, unable to find a way to describe the vastness of what his curse encompassed, how he felt about it, and all the consequences that his presence had inflicted on others. He took a deep breath. "I'm just so gods damned mad at you. You explained what you could, and I sort of understand your reasons. I want to move on. I want to put it all behind us and see what we can rebuild, but I just... can't. When I stop and think about what my life has become because of the choice you made, I feel..."
"Helpless," Jack finished for him. He nodded. Jack settled her back against the tree next to him. "I understand."
"Do you?" Will snapped. He took a deep breath and looked out into the sky, trying to keep his calm. "Every time I figure out something new about all this, it gets harder. Every layer is worse than the last. Everywhere I go, I bring horrible situations to people who aren't ready for them." He gestured to the cove below. "I can't even feel good about getting through the hell I've created, because it might just be more cursed luck. How the hell can I ever know what's me managing to succeed, and what's been preordained by this thing you did to me?" He glared at her. "I became a hermit. I tried to hide, to never do anything risky, and just like before the exact right people showed up at the right time and lulled me into a false sense of security. I got just enough hope to think I could try again, and now more people are dead and the rest are stranded. Again."
Jack put her hand on his forearm. He didn't pull away this time. He just stared at it, trying to figure out how he should feel.
"You can't blame yourself," Jack whispered gently.
"I used to," Will said flatly. "Now I blame you."
Jack felt like her heart had contracted, but all she could do was nod. "As you should."
"Still think it was worth it?" Will snarled, not able to stop himself from lashing out.
