A limp form lay sprawled out in a puddle of blood, random splattering of blood also covering the deck of the ship tied up at the dock. The dead man's eyes were open in shock, and surprise, his clean and crisp white shirt stained with his own blood. A bloody sword, this man's own sword, was tossed to the side, a few feet away. Hands caked in the same scarlet substance that covered this man's shirt were shaking the man, screaming. She heard the commotion, dropping the basket and running as quickly as she could to the dock. She tripped, fell, scraped up her palms but jumped back up, continuing down the slightly slick dock at a slower pace, until she was on the pearl once more, throat tightening up as her face paled, eyes widening. "Ja-Jack?" She sputtered out, before falling backwards into strong arms that caught her. Everything went black.
The gray sky and drizzling rain reminded Alexa of that fateful day many years ago when she fainted into her brother's arms. She layed her head down in her arms, with a groan, black hat tipped down a bit to cover the rest of her face. A man walked up, taking the seat beside her and slapping a few coins down on the counter, ordering a drink. She knew that voice. Immediately she jumped to her feet. "Jack Sparrow?" She shouted, the man cringing and shrinking a bit in his seat. "Yes love?" He replied, looking at her finally. Alexa tapped her foot impatiently, arms folded over and drawn tight against her chest. "Remember me, Captain Jack?" She snarled, lips pursed. Obviously, she still held a grudge.
"Um…Samantha? No no no, no," he said, putting his hands up in the air, making a one moment sign with his finger, "Alexa! Aw, Lexi, Lex, Lexa…." he said, grinning at her, slowly standing and taking small steps backwards to exit the tavern. "How've you been? Good, we need to catch up love, have a drink sometime, not now." Then he was at the door, turning around, and running out, heading back to the ship, with Alexa right on his tail. "Jack Sparrow get back here you coward and face me!" she called out, unsheilding a dagger as she followed behind, Jack finally stopping on the dock and turning around to face her. "What do you want from me? Money? Haven't got any. Sorry."
"How about your dead body? Seems like a nice trade to me. Man I love kills my father, I kill him. Perfect." Jack turned around again, starting to walk away as if he was finished with the ordeal, but whirled around with his sword, clashing it against Alexa's small weapon. The metal objects banged against each other as their owner's moved, dodged, and twisted about, attempting to bring each ex-lover down. Finally an out of breath Alexa was cornered, weapon lost to the water, raising her hands in surrender. "I didn't kill your father." Jack said coldly before he turned, and walked away, putting his sword away, leaving the girl's neck free from it's previous danger.
Though Alexa clearly didn't believe him, charging after him still and jumping on his back hands moving around Jack's neck and squeezing tightly, nails digging into the skin; as her legs automatically secured themselves around his waist to support herself. "Lying bastard!" She screamed all sense of grace and gentleness long gone. "Jack?" Will questioned hearing the commotion and just assuming the other was involved, looking out and seeing his assumption was true, running over to them and pulling Alexa away. Jack got his bearings again, glaring at her. "Bring her with Will, lock her in the brig." With that Jack walked back onto the ship, followed by a confused Will forcing a captured Alexa forward, her hands held behind her back.
Later that night, everyone was asleep, except for two people. Alexa and Will. Alexa was down below, sobbing her eyes out and hugging her knees, Will out on deck, leaning on the rail of the ship looking out at the starry skies and calm sea. Could he do as he was asked? And why didn't they just leave the girl behind? Why couldn't he get Jack out of his mind? Why did Elizabeth and Sam have to die? His head was reeling with all these questions and he had no idea what the answers were. Frustrated, Will decided he'd have to get the answers himself, they wouldn't just come to him. And Jack wasn't the place to start; he'd deal with that….later. Soon he was looking at a watery eyed and blotchy faced Alexa. "Just who are you?" He asked finally, after a few moments of silence.
Alexa rolled her eyes, "Alexa." She said venomously, "And I'm assuming you're Bootstrap's son?" Of course she knew his father. Everyone did. "Will Turner." He replied, sitting back on a chair that Jack had used earlier that afternoon to try and get some answers himself from Alexa, unsuccessfully. "Thought so." She said with a smug smirk, sniffling some and brushing her hair back out of her face and behind her shoulders. "Wanna know why I'm here? Jack killed my father."
