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"Jack, we got to get out of here. It's not safe anymore." I started choking on my words as tears started streaming down my face.

"They…they…they killed him, Jack!"

"Who love?"

"My father…I just can't believe it. I told him not to go to that meeting. I told him it was a trap, first Will and now him. I can't take this anymore."

Jack was now sitting next to me. I could tell he didn't know what to say or do.

They had us under their radar. They would know if we left. Even worse, we didn't have anywhere to go. The East Indian Trading Company was starting to control the land and the sea.

If we left we would be running for the rest of our lives. We'd never be safe.

I knew Jack would protect me though. Ever since Will's accident (or so that's what the East Indian Trading Company would like us to believe it was) he has really been there for me. It took some adjusting getting used to the kind Jack Sparrow. He showed me the true him. Although, he still put on the whole Captain Jack Sparrow act for everyone else. He knew what a difficult time I was having getting over the death of Will and I could tell that a part of him missed Will, too.

He made sure I was taken care of. He let me stay and live on the Pearl. He even docked a few times every couple of months, so I could check on my father. He had truly been a great friend and now I didn't know if I could make myself ask him to give up everything to run with me.

"Jack, I know the risks and I know we don't have anywhere to go, but we can't stay here. Sooner or later we'll be joining the rest of them if we don't run." I was looking into his eyes making sure he knew how serious I was.

"We'll leave first thing in the morning, as soon as the sun comes up. If you are absolutely sure you want to do this?"

"Before the sun that way they won't see us in the darkness." I interrupted.

"Well, I guess that answers my question." he said staring into the night. He wasn't sacred. Of course not, he was Captain Jack Sparrow for goodness sake, but I could tell he was feeling something. It wasn't fear, maybe it was confusion. We both couldn't believe how much things have changed in the last couple of months. Trust me, if you told me that one day I would be sitting here, next to Jack, with no one else with no one else to turn to, talking about running and leaving my home for good, I would have told you you were nuts! But here we are.

Maybe it was sadness. Maybe he was feeling as upset about all this as I was. Or maybe he was just being Captain Jack Sparrow and was devising some great plan on what we were going to do next or thinking of where he could get some rum this late.

"I'll get everything ready to leave just meet me at the dock in a few hours, a little before sunrise. And don't worry Lizzie everything is gona be fine. You'll see. How could it not when you're traveling with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?" He just smiled at me, stood up, and tipped his hat. He always knew how to make me smile.

"Oh, I could think of a few possible ideas." I said. He just smirked at me as if pretending to be angry at me, turned, and wondered down the street toward the dock.

I had a feeling he would always be there for me. He was a great friend even if he didn't like admitting it and even though he technically wasn't the Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow, he could've fooled me with his incredible technique for getting himself out of jams (which he usually gets himself into in the first place) and for staying alive (well, most the time anyway).

I gave myself a minute to collect myself and then I stood and went to pack up my things and take them to the Pearl. It was so painful to finally say good-bye to a place I've always called home. I knew I had been away for awhile, but I knew that Port Royal was always there, waiting for me to return and now having to leave knowing I can never come back. It was one of the most excruciating pains I've ever felt.