{"id":24239,"date":"2025-12-21T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2025-12-21T16:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/?p=24239"},"modified":"2025-11-29T10:58:47","modified_gmt":"2025-11-29T18:58:47","slug":"sylum-advent-2025-day-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/sylum-advent-2025-day-21\/","title":{"rendered":"Sylum Advent 2025: Day 21"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Story:<\/strong> Missing Something<\/span><\/p>\n

Arthur:<\/strong> Cpt. Jack Sparrow<\/span><\/p>\n

Characters:<\/strong> Will Turner and Antonio Crisafi<\/span><\/p>\n

Summary:<\/strong> Tony wants to know if Will is missing something.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cAre you missing something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Will looked at the phone briefly before responding. \u201cAntonio, how nice to hear from you. How is New Orleans? Still standing?\u201d He hears the chuckle across the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo far. It\u2019s a day-to-day thing as you know. I\u2019m assuming Sanctuary is still a sanctuary as I haven\u2019t heard of any catastrophes in Brazil.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe are still all here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReally? I ask again, are you missing something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Will thought about it for a moment. \u201cNot that I\u2019m aware of.\u201d He paused. \u201cDid Warrick lose that damn tankard again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLose?\u201d Tony laughed. \u201cNope as far as I know Sparrow didn\u2019t successfully steal it again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good. I have different acquisition specialists and auction houses on the hunt for the rest of the set. If they find any of them, they have been instructed to purchase and send them to me immediately. Once I have them, I\u2019ll dent them and we\u2019ll be golden. They will both have their own, I\u2019ll have spares and neither of them will be the wiser.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, there\u2019s more than one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course there is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean of course there is?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid Warrick, or even none of you, question the history of the tankard? Where it came from or how it came to originally be in Jack\u2019s possession?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI never did and Warrick never said anything. If there was some history behind it, he\u2019s never said and with the way they keep stealing it back and forth I assumed there was only the one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe he never asked. Although, based on how they argue over it all the time, I suppose he never really thought to ask.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I want to know so I\u2019m asking. Tell me so I have one over on Warrick.\u201d Antonio gleefully pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe both know any Jack story is best told by Jack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrue. But if he\u2019s kept it a secret this long, he\u2019s not going to spill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, he would if someone asked. At this point he is probably taking great pleasure in knowing the secret and is absolutely amazed that no one has asked about it. Now it\u2019s a matter of principle that he won\u2019t give it up until someone asks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut at this point I think the only one who should ask Jack is Warrick. That will make the telling of the secret even more sweet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed. I\u2019ll tell you, but you have to pretend you don\u2019t know of it if and when he finally tells the story.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDeal. So, let\u2019s hear it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, this was before I met him, obviously\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

*~*~*~*~*~*~*<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack had slipped through the streets in broad daylight heading to his favorite tavern in the area. At least it had been his favorite tavern, but he hadn\u2019t been back to England in quite a while. He had been dismayed to find that the tavern was a little more respectable than it had previously been. Not that the still couldn\u2019t blend in when needed, which is exactly what he did. Avoiding some gentlemen that had a table not far from the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

The plan was to have a few pints of rum and then leave before anyone recognized him. Pirates were not looked on kindly for obvious reasons, but then he had an uncanny knack for getting out of odd situations so he would be fine either way.<\/span><\/p>\n

Leaving the tavern, while relatively sober at least for him was rare, but he wanted to leave with the tide. Jack stepped out the door and paused, noticing the two gentlemen from the tavern climbing into a carriage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have your invitation?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. We are all well aware that no one will get anywhere near their county house without the formal invite.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack\u2019s attention was captured and he waited for the carriage door to close. As the driver climbed to the front and nudged the horses to move forward, he silently jumped onto the back of the carriage to continue to listen to their conversation knowing what a country house and a formal invitation meant. From his knowledge of the area there was only one country house nearby. Not that it was exactly in the country, but the estate was outside the town,<\/span>
\noverlooking the water. Easy enough to return to where the ship was at berth before the tide goes out. He wouldn\u2019t have much time to prepare the ship before casting off, but he was used to cutting it close.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHas anyone heard any of the details of the wedding?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo one is talking about it. Arranged marriage perhaps?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is definitely a possible scenario. The daughter of a marquess marrying the heir of a duke. That\u2019s what most people would presume.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou speak as if you know different.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI may.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe two circled each other last season, at least that is how it appeared to me. But never as openly as other couples. We all know the Marquess is looking to rise in rank, but the only option available to him is through marriage.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is why I assumed arrangement. Everyone knows that is what he was scheming for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExactly, that is what everyone knows. Especially his daughter. So, my theory, and granted it is only conjecture based off of my observations, is it is really a love match. A plan hatched by the two of them to make the marquess think it is all on his arrangement.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack continued to listen to the saga as the carriage bounced along. Ah, a lovely scheme, if the supposition is correct.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOnce the formal engagement is announced tonight, maybe the answer will be discovered.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, here are the gates, so we will know more soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Gates? Oh bugger. Jack grabbed the edge of the roof of the carriage and hoisted himself up and flattened himself across the top of the carriage to conceal himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

An engagement announcement and gala hosted by one of the peerage. One who is probably looking to impress the family of his daughter\u2019s future husband. This just got more interesting.<\/span><\/p>\n

The carriage ride from the tavern didn\u2019t take that long. Looking at the sky and seeing the position of the sun, Jack knew he had time to snoop around he estate. He would start in the stables and where the carriages were kept. Hopefully he would be able to get a lay of the land and overhear any pertinent information. He continued to lay flat on the top of the carriage as the two men stepped down and walked to the door. He lifted his head and watched them present their invites as the carriage pulled away.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once the carriage stopped and the coachman left to join his fellows, Jack slowly climbed down from the carriage, taking care to remain on the side facing away from anyone. Since it wasn\u2019t dark yet there were no shadows to hide in, but Jack knew the shadows would be there by the time he would make his escape.<\/span><\/p>\n

He crept around the carriages and stood outside the stable doors. It seemed that most all of the coachmen were gathered there and he didn\u2019t see anyone lurking outside-except himself. This was going to be easier than he thought. Weaving through trees and bushes Jack moved closer to the main house. He crouched between two bushes outside the kitchen door, underneath an open window.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho let his lordship choose the menu? This is not what my lady would want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike we have a say. He\u2019s being insufferable with his planning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe should not be the one planning anyway. The lady of the house does the planning and with his wife gone now, that should fall to his daughter \u2013 the soon to be bride.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt should. However, her ideas weren\u2019t grand enough for him. So here we are. Besides, it falls in with my lady\u2019s plans much nicer if he is occupied elsewhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack hears the two women in the kitchen laughing. That lends some possible credence to the supposition he overheard earlier. As he listed to the laugher move further away from the window, he slowly rose up to peek into the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

It appeared that the coast was clear. With the room vacant, he stepped out from the bushes and quickly entered the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind him. Looking around there was all manner of food spread through the room in various stages of preparation from pre-dinner bites to sweets.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing none of the household staff approaching, Jack grabbed a tart-like thing, rearranged the tray to hide the missing one and scurried out of the room. He rounded a corner and found himself outside a large, empty dining hall. Well, empty of people, but not of spirits.<\/span><\/p>\n

He sauntered over to the table along the wall and found all manner of drink. Jack perused the bottles, grabbing a rum and pulling the cork. He took a swig and smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood stuff.\u201d He spoke aloud to himself, wincing a little at the slight echo. Recognizing the continued silence of being alone with no one aware of his presence, he sat down at the head of the table. Throwing his booted feet up onto the table and tipping his chair back on two legs, he looked around the room while taking another drink from the bottle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmm. Kind of ostentatious for my taste. Who would use that much gold on the ceiling. You eat in here, not lie on the floor and look up. I can think of much better use for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He continued the conversation with himself as he critiqued the tastelessness of the room while continuing to drink from the rum bottle. He heard approaching voices and let the chair drop back down onto all four legs, while slipping underneath the table, pulling the chair back in behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d A female voice, laced with annoyance, entered the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know my darling.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah the bride and groom perhaps.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou tried to reign him in at the start, but it was not worth it the longer her persisted.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know. But none of this is what I wanted. This is not the way I imagined my engagement.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The bride and groom indeed, Jack thought. Raising his bottle in a small salute.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. But it has kept him busy,\u201d They both chuckled. \u201cAnd my father is well aware that you do not hold to the same values as your father so he is not fooled by all of this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so. I worry that your father will not approve of the engagement.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave no fear of that. Both mother and father love you and they are more than ready to welcome you to the family. They know that all these trappings are by your father\u2019s design and do not hold it against you in any way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust about everything in here is so tawdry. And the way he is displaying the gifts he is presenting, just out in the open on that back table.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome now. They\u2019re not all bad. Like those tankards.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose. But the fact that he feels the need to display them is.\u201d The bride says with a giggle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe should return my darling. It wouldn\u2019t do to be caught by your father when we are alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Their footsteps retreated from the room, but jack remained hidden under the table for the time being. His ears had perked up at the mention of gifts. How had he missed those. Oh right, he was distracted by the rum.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing no one else approach, he came out of hiding and sauntered to the gift table. Walking along the table, he viewed the items displayed and agreed with the bride. Much of it was tawdry. Not only that, but based on his quick appraisal as a pirate, and when it came to pirates they knew the worth of shiny things, most of the gifts were of inferior quality.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was the marquess hoping to fool anyone, Jack wondered. He supposed you could fool the average person, but the duke would surely realize. Hopefully he would keep it to himself, at least through the announcement. He was kind of rooting for the young couple. They were sneaky. And Jack liked sneaky.<\/span><\/p>\n

He continued to study the prospective loot, not overly impressed. There were a few pieces that were of obvious higher quality than others. He fingered a pearl brooch and a rather stunning jeweled dagger. Jack tilted his head in thought, but moved on, leaving them behind. The items could be put to better use by the couple; they may need them as they try to escape their fate if needed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Continuing along the tables, he stopped in front of the set of tankards the groom had mentioned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh the young lad does know quality,\u201d he muttered. There on the table were twelve identical silver tankards. Rather plain, compared to some of the other items, but high-quality silver. He picked one up testing the weight of it. \u201cSturdy. Fits well in hand.\u201d He poured the rum from his bottle into it, drinking the last of it from the vessel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMost definitely good quality. Great for rum.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack smirked and put the empty rum bottle back into the place the tankard originally sat and tied the tankard to his sash. He really wished he could stay to see the reaction when they found the bottle among the remaining silver cups, but time was running out. He wanted to sail with the tide and getting caught now would not aid him in that endeavor.<\/span><\/p>\n

He snuck out of the room and back to the door of the kitchen, peering around the corner. No one there, luck is with him at the moment. Not wanting to tempt fate, he scurried through the kitchen and out the door he originally entered through. Keeping as hidden as possible he headed back to the stables finding the coachmen mid-game and many of them deep into their cups.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perfect.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack wove his way through the carriages until he came to the one that most recently arrived. No driver, horses still attached. This should be a quick trip if he could move as quietly as possible. Climbing up on the bench, he lightly snapped the reigns to get the horses moving. They didn\u2019t make a sound as they slowly turned and began to walk back toward the gates. There was no one observing the gates as the invitations were being presented at the door to the house and not the gates.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that wasn\u2019t smart at all. But still to my good fortune.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Once through the gates, he snapped the reigns and urged the horses on, picking up speed as they headed further away from the estate. He would leave the carriage in town. No need to let anyone think that whoever \u201cborrowed\u201d the carriage sailed off, so the further from the ship the better.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack pulled up behind the livery and jumped down, checking that he still had his plunder. Walking out from behind the livery, he made his way though the town to where the ship was at berth. He stepped foot on deck can called out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll hands prepare to cast off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He watched as they scrambled to do his bidding.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere to captain?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBack to home waters. I find myself rather bored here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAye cap\u2019n.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCast off. I\u2019ll be in my cabin plotting out full course and will return when done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAye.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jack went below to his cabin. Standing by his desk he untied the tankard from his sash and placed it in the middle of it, admiring how it looked there. He moved to a table off to the side, picked up a bottle of run and sat down at the desk. Uncorking the bottle, he filled the tankard to the top, leaned back in his chair and took a drink.<\/span><\/p>\n

*~*~*~*~*~*~*<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait.\u201d Antonio gasped as he caught a breath after laughing for a while. \u201cThat is really how he acquired the tankard?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. I was able to trace the history of it and it was part of a set of 12 destined as an engagement gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe that no one has ever asked about the origin of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said, it\u2019s a matter of pride now that Jack has kept that secret so long. He won\u2019t spill it without someone asking about it. And the more I think about it, he probably won\u2019t spill it if just anyone asks. It will have to be Warrick\u2019s inquiry before it comes out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are right that the story would be amazing as told by Jack himself. I may have to prod Warrick to ask him at some point when I\u2019m around so I can hear the story and see the fallout.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWould be entertaining that\u2019s for sure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlthough, all this still brings me back to the reason I originally called you. Are you missing something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAgain, not that I\u2019m aware of.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, I\u2019ll rephrase. Where\u2019s Jack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s on the Pearl, working in the captain\u2019s cabin.\u201d Will paused. \u201cHe\u2019s not on the Pearl, is he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope.\u201d Antonio said popping the P and letting Will hear the smirk in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s there, isn\u2019t he.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYup.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe doesn\u2019t have the tankard in hand yet does he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope. But it\u2019s only a matter of time this time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? Without major chaos going on, its next to impossible to swipe it while everyone is home. And last I heard all of you were in residence.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s true. However, he\u2019s outside by the garages, leaning against the Impala. Having a rather animated discussion with Dean. Who looks just as animated. There\u2019s laughter. Big gestures. And Sam, standing there shaking his head with a cross between an amused and horrified look on his face. So, they are definitely plotting something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Will paused. Plotting. Jack. Dean. New Orleans.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan you find a way to stall them?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cProbably. Why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m on my way. At this point, with all the planning and subterfuge I kind of want to be there to see if they can pull it off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I was going to sit back and watch myself.\u201d Antonio chuckled. \u201cI\u2019ll try to stall them. They might be more successful if you\u2019re here. Because Jack being here alone looks suspicious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you can\u2019t stall them, at least record as much of the heist as you can. I\u2019ll be there in about 6 hours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee you soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Will grabbed his phone and table and left his office heading to the airfield. He really needed to reach out to his people in acquisitions. The sooner he could find at least one of the remaining 11 tankards the better.<\/span><\/p>\n

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