Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

Elizabeth stared out into the waves, crashing against each other and then slamming into the cliff.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

The wind whipped around Elizabeth's' face, sometimes blurring her view of the sea, but she did not move.

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

She was so terribly lonely. If only Will was here. The silence would be replaced with laughter, the sharp, empty wind replaced with love.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

She had to get away from this place. It was so lonely and quiet. She needed to see someone. Anyone. Needed to be with pirates, where she belonged. Right now, she was even willing to be with .......... Captain Jack Sparrow.

We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs
Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

Elizabeth stood there until the wind got too chilly to cope with. Then, and only then, did she turn around and start walking slowly back to her grass hut. She walked inside, and lay down on her 'bed'(grass stuffed together to make a thick stuffing). She started thinking about Will, and how she still had 4 years until she could see him. Is this what it would be like? For the rest of her life? Seeing her husband once every 10 years until she died? What type of a life was that? She would go mad from the loneliness!!!!!!! Yes, she had to get away.

Elizabeth sat up very suddenly. She COULD get away from this place. She remembered the dingy Will had left her in case of dire emergencies. Well, this was a dire emergency. She could sail away and come back in time to see Will, and pretending she had never gone anywhere!!!!

A plan began to form in Elizabeth's head. She stood up, packed a few supplies and her personal possessions, and then took off out the hut.
The wind had picked up. It was one step away from a gale. The sky had filled with clouds, he moon hidden behind the dense smog. Despite this, Elizabeth ran down the path she knew went to the shore. She couldn't see anything as it was so dark, but she had been down to the shore so many times she could do it with her eyes shut. The wind howled around her, and she had to be careful as she was near the side of the cliff.

As soon as Elizabeth was down on the beach, she began to feel her way along the rocks, trying to find the boat. Then the clouds became merciful to her. They parted, showing a crack in the sky, in which the moon tried to show its colours out of. Elizabeth was thankful for the little light that was produced, and soon she found the boat. Pushing it off the shore and into the water, she started rowing against the waves. Despite the wind, they were not big enough to cause an overboard, but still, she was tired after the first ten strokes of the oars.

Elizabeth kept rowing in the direction she was pretty sure was the town she was after.

Tortuga.

*

Jack Sparrow sat in the Faithful Bride, chugging down his fifth bottle of rum. He was extremely drunk. He looked over to the bartender, a thick, burly pirate who stared at him with a murderous stare. He was not in a good mood. Jack flashed him one of his shiny, toothy grins.

The result was getting kicked out of the pub.

'Well, if that's how you want to be....' Jack said to himself, only it more came out as 'Wll, 'f that how ya wannabe....'. Jack started walking away from the pub, having no idea where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that he was going to get himself a girl tonight.

Jack kept walking, and soon he heard someone call his name. He blinked and squinted ahead, where he saw a vague red blur. Blinking again, a shape came into view, and then a head. Soon he could see exactly who his company was. And he was happy about that.
But it appeared that his 'company' wasn't.

'Wel, hellow Lily, luv. How do youfeel about anuther night wth old Jackie?' Jack asked, trying to throw a 'flirty' smile. (P.s. that's not bad spelling, it's him talking drunk).

SLAP!!

'Jack Sparrow, you filthy scumbag-'

'Captain, actually, luv'

'How dare you approach me after the last time we met. That meeting was....'

'Wonderful, luv?'

'Disastrous. And then to ask me again?! Who do you think you are!!!!!???!!!'

'Personally, Captain Ja-'

SLAP!!

'Do NOT interrupt me!! You're despicable.'

Lily was working herself up into a sweat. She had only ever met Jack Sparrow once, drunk, as usual, but that time had been terrible. She never wanted to see Jack Sparrow again. She didn't care that if she DID ever see him again he was a perfect gentleman – the first meeting had ruined any connection between them.

'But Lily, luv, I can change-'

That was the last straw for Lily. Spying an empty rum bottle upon the ground, she picked it up and brought it smashing down on Jack's head. Jack crumpled to the ground.

Lily dusted her hands. 'Fine work, Lily. Jack Sparrow's debt to me is paid.' She looked around. Everyone within the vicinity was staring at her in shock.

'He deserved it' she clarified.

That was a good enough explanation for the other pirates, who then shrugged and went back to either drinking or flirting. Lily looked down at Jack, sniffed, kicked him, then walked away, leaving Captain Jack Sparrow alone, unconscious, drunk and helpless

*

Elizabeth was beginning to give up on her plan. Her arms and legs were dead. Her supplies were going low, and all she had seen for the past few days had been ocean. She hadn't been able to sleep, for she kept thinking of land, and of PEOPLE. Humans, civilisation, pirates, all would be waiting for her when she got to land. This and thinking that if she stopped, or rowed back, she would be sent back into that oblivion, away, secreted from the world, were the only things that kept her moving, kept her going and not giving up. She couldn't live with no-one. She'd go mad.

Elizabeth set back into the rhythm that had taunted her for the past few days. It was sticking into her brain, overtaking memories and thoughts.

The same rhythm.

Forward, back, forward, back.

Elizabeth stopped, happy to be able to rest, if not for a few minutes. She picked up her spy glass and looked off into the distance, looking for any sign of land or civilisation. Nothing but a blur.

A blur??

Suddenly she blinked. There was colour on the horizon.

Land!!!!!

But looking closer, she noticed that it didn't have the same shape as land, nor the colour for that matter. But the colour ....... it looked like..........black.

And then it hit her. And she started rowing frantically, forgetting all pain.

The blur of colour was a flag!!!!!