Jack is taking us, the crew of the Black Pearl, to the island where Davy Jones's heart is buried. The next day, I saw Jack and Liz talking about these letters of marque. It granted full pardon as a privateer of England. Apparently, everyone was seeking said papers, which didn't really show any interest to me. Why would any good pirate soil their reputation, and life, with privateering? One of the great joys of being a pirate is the complete freedom and being an outlaw! Why would you work for the enemy? I scoffed at them, but sat myself comfortably on the railing of the ship, ready to watch the ever funny show of Liz and Jack talking. They always talk about interesting stuff. Suddenly, life is getting much less boring... If you can be bored with Captain Jack Sparrow.
Jack and Liz began having a very heated, even flirtatious, conversation that made me want to puke my guts out. The worst was, I saw a spark between them. Liz didn't realize it, but she was beginning to fall for Jack! My Father! Ugh, that's just wrong. They finally stopped their talking. Liz walked to the opposite side of the deck and had this bloody grin on her face that made me sick. The next day, Liz and Jack talk again, and I can tell they are flirting and coming onto each other. It's sickining.
I turned away and sat on the side of the ship.... Again. When Elizabeth caught Jack's eye, she was captivated by his spell. Personally, I don't think he needs another women in his life besides me. I'm plenty to take care of. A quick something with a girl in Tortuga is fine, but Liz is in this forever, and for me and Jack, forever is much longer than for most.
Soon after, we arrive off shore of the island where the heart is buried.
Jack took Elizabeth, because she was the one who had his compass and wanted to save Will by using the heart, or so she thought, ex-Commodore Noringhton, Pintel, Regetti, and me ashore. Pintel and Regetti were talking about the Kraken on our way to the island as they rowed. I saw that it made Jack uneasy and he clutched his jar of dirt tightly. Pintel and Regetti are too watch the boat and not touch Jack's jar of dirt, which I knew nothing about until Jack explained further the night before.
He had to go up the Pantano river to visit Tia Dalma, a very powerful mystic whom I've only met twice. Jack dreds going to see her, but I rather enjoy her company. She's really wise, and beautiful, and she knows everything! I always enjoy going to see her, we exchange stories, and I don't know why Jack doesn't like to see her. Sure she's mysterious and sort of creepy, and she lives in a scary swamp place, but she's rather nice if I do say so myself. She's the only women I have ever trusted.
Liz held the compass and led us to where the chest with the still beating heart of Davy Jones is supposed to be. Jack stood on a small sand dune, Noringhton stood with two shovels, I stood at the bottom of Jack's sand dune, and Liz began to walk in circles around Jack's little sand dune. It took all the power I could muster up not to burst out laughing. While we had sailed here, apparently Jack had made his move on Liz, since Will was enslaved on the Dutchman. Liz must have fallen for it! That is just to funny! And now, what she wants most in this world, isn't to save Will, but to be with Jack! So hilarious.
"This compass doesn't work and it certainly doesn't show you what you want most!" Liz said and sat down and crossed her arms in a girlie fit, setting, more like throwing, the compass down beside her. Jack got up from his little dune and walked over to her. He stared down at the compass and it pointed right at Liz. Did Jack want Liz like she wanted him? No it's impossible, Jack only cares about himself and his well being, and sometimes mine, though it's always hard to tell.
"Yes it does." Jack said "You're sitting on it."
"Beg pardon?" Liz asked and looked at him dubiously. He rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hands for her to get up and for Noringhton to start digging. Noringhton rolled his eyes, but stuck one shovel into the dirt and began digging, by himself.
Finally, after Jack meditated, Liz sat in the sun, probably thinking about Jack and Will and who she really wanted, Noringhton hit something with his shovel and it made an ominous thud sound. Jack opened his eyes, Liz actually looked like she wasn't under a trance, and I rolled my eyes, but got up off the ground and we all walked over to where the ex-commodore had been digging and wiped away the sand on the big chest. We then pulled it up, Jack broke the lock on the chest and opened it up. Liz pulled out a whole bunch of old love letters and read one, Noringhton did the same. Jack, on the other hand, pushed letters aside, and grabbed the Dead Man's Chest. Slowly, everyone, including me, put their ear to the chest to see if the tales were true, that Davy Jones's still beating heart lies in the chest. We all heard the thump thump of the heart and sort of jumped back, except for Jack and I, who are all to familiar with the odds and ends the Caribbean can conjure up.
Then, guess who shows up. No not Davy Jones, nor Tia Dalma. No not the Sea Hag, whom I don't believe I've seen since I stole that emerald from her... No it was just a normal person, if you consider Will Turner normal, although he is more normal than Jack and I. Yes Will Turner who Jack had cleverly tricked onto the Flying Dutchman.
Of course, Liz ran right for Will, hugged him, and kissed passionately, and when I say passionately, I mean the entire world could have been engulfed in flames and they wouldn't have noticed. It was sickining, I wanted to puke up my lunch, or laugh my head off, which ever would make my dislike for both of them clear. But I didn't even get the chance. Will went into a whole big story, and Liz found out Jack lied. Will then walked over to the chest with the key, intending to stab the heart of Davy Jones and free his father, who I found out was on board the Flying Dutchman. Odd, Will was willing to give Liz up to save his father? I don't think he really understands that, by stabbing the heart, he would have to put his heart in it's place, therefor giving up Elizabeth. I don't think anyone but me really saw this. I tend to notice these things.
While I was thinking about all this, Jack, Will, and Noringhton, all pulled their swords on each other, Will took Elizabeth's sword, and began sword fighting.
"Guard the chest!" Will said as he ran to catch up with the other two men.
"Jackie, don't let that chest out of your sight!" Jack yelled
"No!" Liz yelled and ran off after them
So what should I do? Watch the fight? Watch Liz try and break up the fight from fifty feet away with her screaming girlie fit, trying to hit them with rocks that were far off from actually hitting them. This time I couldn't contain the laughter, I burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her face had gone red and she was screaming at all three men. She then pretended to faint, hoping they would all run to her rescue, which made me laugh harder. While I was... distracted, Pintel and Regetti snuck up behind me and grabbed the chest and ran off. Liz had sat down, her legs criss-crossed, arms crossed, pouting. She saw the two men run by, turned back to the three other fighting men, then did a double take and got up and ran after them, me not far behind. I heard a bell ring in the distance from an old, dilapidated church. I continued to run after Liz and the two men, who had the chest that I was supposed to be watching.
I caught up to all of them, and quickly grabbed the chest. They all turned around and stared at me.
"Ta now." I said and ran the other way. They all quickly followed. I heard the two men unsheathe their swords, and I turned around, grabbing my sword with one hand, and began fighting, holding the chest in my left hand. They knocked me to the ground, my grip on the chest loosened, and when I hit the ground, the chest rolled out of my hand. Pintel and Regetti grabbed the chest, I swiped at their legs with my sword and missed.
"Bugger." I said and got up and continued running after them. Liz had gotten in front of them, and appeared out of the brush, stopping them in their tracks. She smiled and went to grab her sword, which wasn't there. Will had taken her sword when he was trying to get the key to the chest back from Jack. She smiled faintly and the men dropped the chest and pulled out their swords.
"'Ello poppet." Regetti said and advanced on her, while she retreated. We all heard a sound in the nearby trees. We all looked toward the sound, and saw a giant wheel with Noringhton and Will clashing swords on top of it. I saw Jack running after it, and cocked my head to the side. This was possibly the oddest thing I've ever seen, wait, no I've seen weirder, but this is up there. Soon Pintel and Regetti got over the odd scene, and started re-advancing towards Elizabeth, she continued to retreat. Then they were interrupted. Again. A nasty barnacle and sea crusted ax flew through the tropical forest and hit a tree right near Elizabeth's head. I saw the crew of the Flying Dutchman running towards all of us, and started retreating. It was without a doubt the scariest thing I'd ever seen. The two men handed Liz their swords, grabbed the chest from off the ground, and ran. Liz started backing up, then turned around and ran. I ran too, but soon the crew was on all of our tails. We all turned and started fighting. The three of them kept handing off the two swords they had, and I was all alone, fighting. I was good enough to be able to distract them enough so I could make a run for the beach, completely forgetting about the chest.
Once on the beach, I ran, and fell in a hole. It was the hole the chest had been buried in. "Oh." I said, wondering if this was a warning. I quickly got my bearings and got out of the hole, just to see one of Davy Jones' crew there. I stood up and began fighting him.
"Aren't ye a bit young to be a pirate, let alone anything other than a bar maiden lass?" He snarled
I hate when people call me young and especially hate when they call me "lass." And ESPICIALLY hate when they say I can't be a pirate! I began fighting harder, taking the cursed sailor by surprise with my ferocity. I had the upper hand, but he was much bigger and more powerful than I. I was forced further down the beach. He hit me upside the head and I passed out.