CHAPTER 2
Sure enough, Jack was angry. He woke up to the smell of smoke. Before he awoke, he had been dreaming. It was a good dream. He had shot Barbossa and killed him, and gotten his Pearl back. Not to mention he had something else too, or rather, someone else, and it really surprised him. In the dream Elizabeth had told him that she didn't love James or Will, that she loved him and wanted to be a pirate. Then his wonderful dream ended when he woke up and saw Elizabeth burning the rum. This would not do! No sir! He got up and started waving his arms.
"No, not good! Not good! Stop! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade, the rum!"
Elizabeth looked out to sea with a determined look on her face. "Yes, the rum is gone."
"Why is the rum gone?"
She turned towards him with a glare on her face.
"One: because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two: that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you think there is even the slightest chance they won't see it?"
"But why is the rum gone?"
Elizabeth shook her head and sat down in the nice, warm sand, looking out at the cool blue ocean.
"Mark my words, Captain Sparrow. Give it an hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out, and you will see white sails on that horizon."
Jack was so angry with Elizabeth. How could she do this to him? Who did she think she was? He took out his pistol, ready to threaten her, but he decided against it. He quickly put the pistol back in his holster and walked away before saying something he might regret.
"It must have been terribly for you being trapped here, Jack. Must have been terrible for you. WELL IT BLOODY IS NOW!" he shouted as he walked around the island.
He looked out into the water, and sure enough, saw a navy ship heading in their direction. Figures.
"There will be no living with her after this," he told himself. She was right. Bloody wench.
He walked back over to her, and she stood up. She didn't have a big smile of triumph on her face like he thought she would. In fact, she didn't seem that happy, really.
"Why the long face, Miss Swann? Ye was right."
She nodded her head and mumbled something which he couldn't quite hear. Before he could ask her what she said, he saw a longboat coming towards the island. It had Commodore James Norrington and Elizabeth's father, Governor Weatherby Swann.
"Elizabeth!" her father said, stepping out of the longboat and pulling his daughter into a hug. Norrington was glad that Elizabeth was alive but at the moment he was staring daggers at the pirate.
"Commdore," Elizabeth went and gave him a hug.
"Elizabeth, are you all right? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Elizabeth shook her head no. "No, he didn't, actually. He was actual rather nice to talk to."
Jack nodded. "See? Listen to the girl."
"Whose idea was it to start a huge fire?" the Governor asked.
Elizabeth looked at Jack and to the commodore and back to her father.
"It was Jack's."
Jack's eyes widened in surprise.
"I didn't know what to do, and we had talked about it last night, and he suggested burning as many things as we could find. Luckily, it worked."
Norrington looked at Jack and nodded.
"Good work, pirate," he said. It gave him a bitter taste to compliment him.
Jack just nodded. He thought about telling the truth, but then decided against it. Elizabeth was probably trying to get him in good with her father and the Commodore since he saved her life more than once.
By the time they returned to the ship, they had decided to head back to Port Royal, but Elizabeth would hear none of it.
"But we've got to save Will!"
Governor Swann and Commodore Norrington wouldn't hear of it. Their main concern was Elizabeth and she was safe now, that was all that mattered. Her father even told her that Will's fate was regrettable but so was he decision to engage in piracy.
Elizabeth begged and pleaded for Will's life, and she didn't know what to do. Finally an idea occured to her.
"Commodore, I beg you, do this for me, as a wedding gift."
They both looked surprised at Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" her father asked her.
Elizabeth never took her eyes off James as she said "I am."
Even though Jack wouldn't admit it, he was kind of disappointed. He was peeved at Elizabeth for burning the rum, but it did get them off the island. He decided to lighten the mood.
"Wedding. I love weddings! Drinks all around!"
They all looked in Jack's direction. He held out his hands.
"I know, clap him in irons, right?"
Norrington told Jack that he would accompany them all to Isla De Muerta while being silent as the grave. Jack said he was inescapably clear.
Jack was surprised when Elizabeth walked up to him wearing pants.
"You know, those clothes really don't suit you. It should be a dress or nothing."
She ignored his comment. There was a small pause.
"You didn't tell him about the curse?"
"I noticed neither did you, for the same reason I imagine."
"He wouldn't have risked it."
Jack smiled. "Could have gotten him drunk."
She gave him a dark look.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, luv. I admire a person who's willing to do whatever's necessary."
Wow. The pirate just complimented her.
"You're a smart man, Jack."
Jack smiled at her compliment.
"But I don't entirely trust you."
That comment didn't bother Jack. He pointed to her and then to himself.
"Peas in a pod, darling."
Elizabeth looked confused. What exactly did Jack mean by that? Did he not trust her, either? She turned away when she saw Norrington approach them. He didn't like the pirate being so close to his fiancee. He tossed Jack his compass.
"With me, Sparrow."
Jack gave Elizabeth one last look before following the Commodore.
