Scabbard - Point

"For all we know there is absolutely nothing different about this scabbard than any other!"

Fitzwilliam angrily threw the scabbard to the deck. The crew watched in wonder as the scabbard spun around--and gained momentum instead of losing it. It began to waver a bit and then steadied itself in one direction. Jack and Fitzwilliam looked at each other.

"Okay . . ." Jack said, pulling out his compass, which, like everything else on the ship, was again in working order. "Well, the scabbard is not pointing north . . ."

". .. but it is pointing in a consistent direction . . ." Arabella said.

Each time she tried to move the scabbard it sprang back to the position it had set itself in.

"... which can only mean ..." Fitzwilliam said.

". . . the scabbard is acting as a compass . . ." Tumen added."

... and there's only one thing I can think of it could be pointing toward . . ." Jean said.

"The Sword of Cortes!" Jack shouted triumphantly.

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The Siren Song, Chapter 11