"What's going on Jack?" I whispered.
After anchoring the ship just off an island we were captured by natives. The crew were put in cages hanging from a cliff, but Jack and I were seated on throne like chairs and had our faces painted to look like we each had several pairs of eyes.
"They think we're gods." Jack explained, sounding as though it weren't unusual.
"What!?" I was shocked.
"Don't get too excited, luv. They plan to release us from our prisons of flesh." Jack used his finger to make a slicing motion across his neck.
"Wonderful, they're gonna kill us." I threw my hands in the air.
"Actually, their going to eat us." Jack corrected.
I looked at him, "Was that supposed to help somehow?"
"No."
"Good, because it didn't." I glared.
A few of the cannibals came by, carrying a pole with a man tied to it.
Will!
"Jack? Sylvia? I can honestly say I'm glad to see you!" Will looked relieved.
Jack got up and poked Will in the shoulder, then began talking to the natives.
Will practically yelled, "Jack it's me! Will Turner!"
Jack ignored him, "Pah se ko?"
Will looked at me, "Sylvia, I need Jack's compass. Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested for helping you. She faces the gallows!"
"I'm sorry Will, but we aren't in a position to help at the moment."
"Seiserom shup shup sha smame mame shuku, savvy? Maliki liki." Jack waved for them to take Will away.
The natives began chanting and started to take Will.
"Jack, what did you tell them!? No! What about Elizabeth!? Jaaack!" his voice slowly faded away.
After a few minutes, the cannibals had made a fire.
Jack got up, "No no! More wood. Big Fire. Big fire! I am chief. Want big fire! C'mon then." he motioned to the native behind our thrones, "Maboogey snickle snickle. Toute suite. C'mon. More wood."
When all their backs were turned, Jack grabbed my hand and we ran across the rope bridge and up a hill to a hut. Upon entering we found a lot of things that appear to have been collected from ships. Jack slung a coil of rope over his shoulder and picked up a container of paprika that had an East India Trading Company symbol on it. We stepped out of the hut to find natives surrounding us.
"Oh bugger." Jack mumbled.
He preceded to shake some paprika onto my head and under his arms, "A little seasoning, eh?"
They tied us to a long pole and carried us back to the pit, where they placed the pole on a spit.
"This is wonderful, Jack. Whenever I thought about dying, I always pictured myself going down with a ship. Not as someone's dinner!" I raised my voice at the end.
"Shhh. We might still get out of this." Jack said quietly.
I snorted.
Not much chance of that!
"Aii! Fai fai!" one of the cannibals ran over with a torch and started to light the fire.
A young cannibal came running across the bridge and pointed in the direction he came from, "La esta so, la pelesa so. Eva kaka seisei."
The natives just stand there so Jack says, "Well, go on. Go get them! Helalla!"
The one holding the torch drops it next to the wood and runs away with the others.
"Not good!" Jack starts blowing on the fire.
The fire lights up and Jack blew faster.
I saw the problem, "Jack don't! That'll only make it flare up more!"
"Do you have a better idea!?" he looked back at me.
"Let's try bouncing the pole." I suggested.
After a few minutes we managed to bounce the pole off the spit and land right next to the fire.
"Now what?" he asked.
"I strongly suggest getting out of our bonds and running away." I stated the obvious.
We got our legs loose but the other ropes were too strong so we had to run with it tied to our backs. And run we did, back across the bridge and up the hill. We stopped to try loosening the ropes again but to no avail. Then Jack saw one of the native children standing nearby with a knife, so we shuffled over and he grabbed the knife, the child ran away and Jack tried cutting through the ropes.
"Is it working?" I asked.
"No!" he threw the knife down.
We looked up to find two women staring at us. Jack yelled and we charged at them. They stepped aside at the last minute and we ended up stabbing into a pile of coconuts. Seeing that one of the fruit is stuck on the end of the pole, Jack gets the bright idea to fling it at one of the women. But she caught it and they started throwing other fruit at us. Finally Jack yelled for them to stop and they did. There were now many pieces of fruit stuck on either ends of the pole. We ran toward the cliff but the front end of the pole got stuck in the ground and we flipped to the other cliff, with me landing on the very edge. Then the fruit started sliding back. We became unbalanced and fell off the cliff. The pole lodged between the walls and we jerked us to a stop, causing the rope to unroll. We each got one foot caught in a loop at the end.
"Well this is relaxing." I commented sarcastically.
Then the pole started to dislodge.
"Oh bugger." Jack says.
We preceded to fall through at least six plank bridges before finally hitting the ground side by side. The pole stabbed into the ground right next to Jack and the fruit fell all around us.
I look over at him, "That's was fun, let's do it again sometime."
We headed for the ship but the cannibals spotted us and we started running. Reaching the beach, we turned toward the ship. About half way there we passed a dog holding a key in it's mouth.
That's odd.
"Good doggy." Jack said on the way by.
I got to the ship first and climbed on board.
Jack held on to the ladder and yelled at the natives, "Alas my children, this is the day you shall always remember as the day that you almost..."
A wave crashed over him.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." he finished halfheartedly and climbed over the side.
"Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea." Gibbs suggested.
"Yes to the first, yes to the second, but only as so far as we keep to the shallows as much as possible." Jack said.
He's worried about the Kraken.
Pintel and Ragetti drape Jack's coat over his shoulders. Jack glanced at them and Pintel saluted.
Where did they come from? I thought they were in prison back on Port Royal.
"That seems a bit contradictory, Captain." Gibbs was confused.
"I have every faith in your re-conciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs. Now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something!" Jack pulled out his pistol.
At that moment, Ragetti's wooden eye dropped from somewhere above us and he quickly picked it up.
"Jack." Will approached us.
"Ah, William." Jack nodded.
"Elizabeth is in danger."
"Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her. Maybe just lock her up somewhere?" Jack suggested.
"She is locked up, in a prison. Bound to hang for helping you!" Will sounded angry.
"There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes." Jack brushed him off.
Will picked up a sword and pointed it at Jack's throat, "I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom."
"Mr. Gibbs?" Jack edged away from the sword.
"Captain?" Gibbs stepped over to us.
"We have a need to travel upriver." Jack said quietly.
"By need, do you mean a trifling need, fleeting, as in say, a passing fancy?" Gibbs looked hopeful.
"No... A resolute and unyielding need." Jack corrected.
"What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste." Will insisted.
William, I shall trade you the compass, if you will help me." Jack took the roll of parchment out of his pocket, "To find this."
"You want me to find this key?" Will looked confused.
"No. You want you to find this. Because the finding of this, finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle ol' what's her face. Savvy?" Jack smiled.
"This is going to save Elizabeth." Will confirmed, taking the cloth.
Jack ignored his last comment, "How much do you know about Davy Jones?"
"Not much."
"Ah."
