Summary: Jack and Will are reunited for a second adventure, but a rival pirate complicates things.
A/N: All the usual stuff; don't own any Pirates of the Caribbean characters, or anything else like that.
They had been sitting in the sun for about two hours now. Actually, they were standing. Tied to a tall wooden pole just three feet away from the ocean's edge. Not that they could see the ocean. Jack was tied to the front of the pole, his hands knotted behind his back, but thankfully, his mouth not gagged. Will was on his left, tied in exactly the same way as Jack. He was facing Elizabeth, who was across from him, tied onto another pole. Elizabeth shared a pole with Anamaria and Mr. Gibbs, and somewhere along the line of tall wooden poles was the rest of the Black Pearl crew. The group of rival pirates that had ravaged their ship and taken them captive was sitting up the beach in the blinding sun, playing a card game. Just as Jack was about to start nodding off (although Will was still as alert as ever) a man came bounding out from behind a couple of palm trees. The whole crew stood to attention. A girl, of about 14 or 15, walked down the beach between the parted line of the crew. She was dressed in man's clothes, black britches and a loose white tunic with a piece of black cloth tied around her waist to support the dagger she was carrying. A black bandana (rather like the one Jack was wearing) was tied to her long sun bleached hair. Her feet were bare, and she walked leisurely down the walkway created for her. She stopped in front of Jack and Will's pole, freezing for a second, but a slow smile played along her lips. She nodded, staring at a shocked Jack, and said, in her immaculate British accent, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Elise." Jack replied, his head bowed, saying the name for the first time in long while. Elise laughed to herself, pacing up and down in front of him, Will, looking confused, started to say something, but thought better of it and closed his mouth, looking quite like a fish. Jack looked up at her. "I see you've been doing well." He spit out a lock of hair that had somehow made it's way into his mouth.
"And you." Elise replied courteously. "Funny, isn't it. The infamous Jack Sparrow. Still in the market for a ship?" she laughed at her own joke. "Now tell me," she cocked her head at him, suddenly serious. "How do you plan to get out of this one?" Jack said nothing. Elise continued on. "We've stolen your ship and are about to kill your crew. No, really. I would like to know how you plan to get out of this one." She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Jack mumbled something along the lines of, "I'll think of something." Elise nodded. "I hope you will." A man hurried up to her side, whispering in her ear. She nodded, waving him off with a hand. "So, Jack," she walked behind him and leaned on the pole. Will strained his neck around the pole to see her. She whispered into his ear. "Tell me how you happened to be sailing around my island."
"Well, it's a rather long story, you see,"
"We have time," responded Elise.
"Ah," Jack stopped, thinking. "We'll make a deal. You give me a chair and a big bottle of rum, and I'll tell you my unfortunate tale."
Elise sighed. She knew Jack would have a plan. "And I suppose you'd want the same for the rest of them."
Jack considered this. "No, you can leave them." A muffled cry from Elizabeth resulting in a kick in the leg made him pause. "Oh, very well. Untie them too."
"I'll give the orders around here," Elise mumbled, not loud enough for anyone to hear her. She walked up the beach, stopping to nod to a man, who immediately hurried down to Jack, brandishing a pair of scissors and squealing. Elise disappeared into the cabin at the top of the beach. She hitched her shirt up, pulling a pistol from the belt loops of her breaches. She shoved it under the divan in the center of the room, and sat down on the couch opposite, trying to get a few moments rest before Jack came up, hopefully minus a few strips of clothing and with permanent hearing loss from a high pitched squeal.