Linnet's Note: Oh no. Not another oneshot...

...Oh yes. Umm...kinda goes along with "Pirate," but you don't have to read it to get this. I got the idea to write a sequel-ish like thing while re-reading my reviews for 'Pirate' and I had one reviewer (TeachGal) asking for a sequel. Not exactly a sequel, though I may write one eventually, but close :D

Jack's in purgatory, by the way. That kinda explains the black sand and deformed crabs, eh?

(I think it's a pretty good fic...just don't use it to hit anything with ;D )

Disclaimer: Do I honestly look like Mickey to you?

Almost

The sirens, Elizabeth reasoned, had to be the worst obstacle they had yet to face. Tia Dalma had told her about them-and about her and Anamaria's directions should they run across any on the rocks.

Nothing was solved yet-the mystery of Barbossa being alive, the shock of killing Jack, the shock of Will being unnaturally cold, and the idea of Jack still having a chance...it was unreal.

Then again, so were sirens, undead pirates, and the kraken.

He had asked her to kill him. To lock him to the mast of the Pearl, to never even have the slightest thoughts of loving him. Great lot of good that had done.

"I'm not sorry."...Of course she wasn't sorry. Not surprising, really, he thinks as he flips over one of those deformed crabs on the scorching black sand. The day he saved her, the first time-she had that sparkle in her eye that told him that she'd be the death of him.

He rather liked that, actually. Such a fiery girl, Bootstrap's son didn't deserve her. Maybe it was just because to Will she was Miss Swann drowning in a corset, and to him she was Lizzie wielding a sword in men's clothing to fight off a supernatural crew of fish food.

Food. He almost didn't even remember what it tasted like anymore. He didn't know how much time had passed...days? Weeks? Years, maybe? All he could see was the sun above him, those bloody annoying deformed crabs that wouldn't stop trying to bite his fingers off, and the scorching black sand that he had eventually gotten used to. All for Lizzie.

Well, technically, he was here because of Lizzie. He had tried, the first few hours he had found himself here, to be horribly mad at her and hate her when-if he ever saw her again. But it really hadn't worked very well, because he found himself thinking that when-if he ever saw her again, he'd just have to tell her that...

...No. Not going to happen.

Jack stood, brushing the black sand off of his pants. He thought he might as well get to know this place a bit better...it wasn't like he was going to be leaving anytime soon.

A few minutes and several steps later, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Were those black sails on the horizon?

Linnet's Note: Hmm. Exceedingly short, with a cliffie, but it's you're Sparrabeth oneshot from me for the week, I guess xD I doubt that I could come up with a way to write another chapter to this. Hey, what if it was this huge endeavor with my version of AWE? Depends, I guess, on if I can think of something else that I could possibly write...

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