I know this has been a longer wait, but I had an accident working out and had to get my leg scanned. That's why I didn't get the chance to upload the chapter yesterday. I hope you enjoy it though! Leave me a review when you're finished!

Chapter four: Cannibals

Will woke up slowly to loud drums. He realized he was tied to a pole as he swung from it and looked down at the bridge below him. That's a big drop, he thought to himself. He looked around for Ella and panicked when he couldn't find her. Trying to wiggle free and only succeeding in rubbing his wrists almost raw.

The people carrying him came to a halt and started speaking in a weird language. He tried to look around to get an idea of where he was. There was a large fire pit, not lit. A crowd of people dressed the same as the ones who carried him stood around looking at him and then to something just passed him. Turning to look at what they were so intently focused on, he found himself staring at a man sitting on a throne. His face was painted with many eyes and he had a crown of sorts on his arm. A necklace of toes hung around his neck. Cannibals. Will looked at who was presumably their chief. It was his clothing that made him realize he was not a native, they looked nothing like the cannibals' around him. He stared at the man, he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew him.

The chief opened his eyes and revealed a confused look at what he saw before him. It wasn't until then did Will realize it was Jack. He let out a relieved laugh and smiled happily at him.

"Jack? Jack Sparrow? I can honestly say I am glad to see you," he laughed as he looked at him. Jack stood up from his throne and made his way to Will, showing no signs of recognition other than the slight raise of an eyebrow. He swayed slightly, as always, and examined Will, poking him a bit before turning to the tribal people surrounding them.

"Pase ko?" he asked one of the men standing near Will. The man answered and Jack nodded as if he knew what he was saying. Will looked questioningly at him, confused as to how he knew their language.

"Tell them to let me down!" he yelled.

"Kellay lum. Lum piki piki. Lum eensie winsee." Jack motioned to Will before he walked over to him. He leaned in and looked at the men. He made a scissor gesture as he spoke. "Lum say say eunechey. Snip snip."

There was a collective "oh" that went throughout the crowd of cannibals. Will looked at Jack annoyed at him. He couldn't help but poke fun at him, even then. He sighed, at least it was a sign he knew who he was. Jack walked passed him on his way to his throne, his compass swung from his belt and Will remembered the reason for finding him.

"Jack, the compass!" he yelled out, causing him to slow down. "That's all I need." He watched Jack stop and wait to see where he was going with it. "Elizabeth is in danger! We were arrested for helping you! She faces the gallows," he yelled.

Jack felt a slight pang of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. He went to make his way back to his throne again.

Will looked with disbelief at Jack's lack of concern. He was trying to think of something to make him help when he heard a soft groan from behind him. He twisted himself to look back at the noise. He saw Ella slowly regaining consciousness. The drug's affect lasted a lot longer on her because of her petite figure. He brightened at the realization she was okay and that he could use her to make Jack listen. He would have to be convincing, and a bit manipulative, but he knew Ella was his only leverage to make Jack help someone other than himself.

"Jack," he yelled out again, his voice had lost its urgency, and was replaced with something that sounded like sympathy. The sound caused Jack to stop once again, curious, and slightly worried why the whelp's voice now almost felt sorry for him. "Jack, Ella has been sentenced to death too. She faces the hangman's noose," he spoke softly. He could see Jack tense and he knew he'd struck a nerve.

Not a day went by that Jack hadn't thought about his promise. He had really meant that he would come back for her, but after a few months he realized it was impossible. He'd be arrested before he stepped onto the docks. It was the first time he'd ever truly felt guilty about promising something to a woman and not keeping it. He had tried everything he could think of to get rid of the feeling. He drank, looted, went with whores, and drank some more. No matter what he did, how much rum he drank, he still couldn't get rid of that damn feeling.

At one point Gibbs had been so worried for his captain that he'd gotten Jack a couple of prettier whores and several bottles of rum. Jack had refused his offer and disappeared into his cabin for a few days. It was then that the entire crew knew something was wrong with their captain. Especially considering he refused the rum.

In those days, and the months to come, Jack had tried to convince himself he didn't care. At first he tried to forget about her. But no matter how much he tried he couldn't forget the way her lips tasted, the warm feeling of her body against his, her smile and giggle, or even the way she smelled. When he realized that wasn't working he tried to belittle the...stirrings, he had felt. It started to work, and he managed to lie to himself, almost completely fooling himself into believing they were nothing.

So, when Will spoke her name, Jack should have felt nothing. He should have continued on his way to his throne and he should have never given it a second thought. That was not the case.

At the mention of her name Jack did indeed tense up. At the mention of her facing the gallows all those months of convincing himself he felt nothing came crashing down. He gave an audible gulp and turned to face Will. He had gained a somewhat composed stature and addressed the man he had before.

"Snay say sha. Smomy lama shuku, savvy?" he said to him. He got a blank stare as an answer. "Bon liki liki," he corrected himself.

"Bon liki liki!" the crowd shouted. As they went to take Will away.

"Save me," Jack whispered to him.

"Jack! Jack!" Will yelled out as they took him back over the bridge. "Jack what about Elizabeth? Jack!"

The men who carried a still very out of it Ella brought her up to Jack. They waited for instructions from their chief, hoping for the same they got for the boy. When Jack stood there looking at them they gestured to the girl, confused as to why their chief was acting so strangely. Almost as if he refused to acknowledge her.

He followed where they pointed and his eyes landed on Ella. His face flashed with hurt for a moment before he could hide it. She was dangling in the same way Will had been, her hair had been loosened from its bun and it waved slightly in the breeze. Her wrists looked red and sore. He couldn't help his eyes from taking her in. He had forgotten how stunning she was.

Ella slowly opened her eyes. She still felt fuzzy, and it took a while for her to realize she was staring into a pair of warm brown eyes. It took her even longer for her to realize who they belonged to.

"Jack?" she whispered hoarsely. She tried to lift her head but was smacked sharply with a stick as a tribal man yelled something angrily. The sudden blow made her head snap back down, a pained whimper escaping her lips.

Hearing her call his name he had immediately felt the guilt rush back to him. He hadn't expected one of the men to hit her so violently and was taken aback by the action. When he saw her treated like that, and he heard the pained sound escape her, he felt anger boil up and he screamed furiously at the man who caused it. The tribal man looked puzzled at him.

"Bon liki liki?" another tribe's member tried.

"No!" Jack yelled with panic. "No Bon liki liki. No, no." He walked over to Ella and looked into her questioning blue eyes, so much like the sea he loved.

"Pa kinwa. Shi loto eunechey, kasyeto Bon liki liki?" the man replied making gestures to Ella.

"No, no, no. Detsa ki saftsa! Kipopo me chieftess!" Jack said making wide gestures to himself and Ella.

What he said made the man who had hit her go pale and start bowing while he babbled what was assumed to be an apology. Jack waved him away and ordered them to release her. They cut the ropes and let her fall to the floor with a thud.

"Ow," she said as she hit the ground.

Jack helped her up quickly and looked around at the men who eyed her. They may be primitive but they weren't stupid, they knew an attractive girl when they saw one. He put his arm around her protectively, and just a bit possessively, while he guided her to his throne.

He sat down and motioned for her to do the same. Ella, still bewildered as to what was going on, sat gracefully on the arm of the chair. Jack frowned and pulled her onto his lap, smiling at her when she turned to look at him after finding herself in the new seating arrangement. His arm went around her back and rested on her leg.

"Hello," he grinned at her.

"Hi," she said warily. "Um, Jack... can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, love."

"Where am I? And where is Will?" She looked around trying to find him.

"You are on the Isla de Pelegostos. I sent Will to be put with the rest of me crew in a cage for the people to eat later. You're lucky I'm their chief, and I like you, or you could have been their dinner," Jack briefly explained to a surprised Ella. "So, how are you going to thank me?" he said as he glanced at her dusky pink lips, they looked very kissable and he could no longer deny that he missed the taste of them.

After almost a year and a forgotten/broken promise, she could not believe he was being so bloody bold. Yes, he was charming, and yes that was just how Jack was. But he could have at least apologized for letting her be drugged and almost eaten.

She smirked at him. Leaning closer, she lowered her voice and whispered seductively, "Oh, I think you know how you want me to thank you."

Jack smirked and leaned in, only to have her pull back slightly.

"But first," she whispered, her tone dripping with seduction. "I have a message for you."

Jack's brows furrowed together as he tried to think of who would have such an important message that it couldn't wait.

"It's from Scarlett and Giselle," she said sweetly. Jack's eyes widened in realization, but it was too late to move. She gave him a slap on his cheek, and he put his hand to it. The slap was much lighter than he usually received, but it still stung.

"I don't like their messages," he said as he held his cheek.

"Well, you probably deserved it," she said. He pouted at her and she had to stop herself from giggling at it. Her eyes scanned his face, her memories did not do it justice. She had forgotten how handsome he was. She found herself looking at his lips, for weeks after his escape she had missed the feel of them. Now all she wanted to do was cease that continuous absence she had felt for far too long. I can't just start kissing him, it's been almost a year. He probably doesn't even remember. I'll start with a kiss on the cheek, she reasoned with herself.

"But, maybe you'll like mine more?" she said softly as she removed his hand from his face. She held his hand away, her fingers slipping in between his as she leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

Jack had other plans and turned his head to have her lips land on his. She didn't seem to mind, and even let out a small giggle at his action, which only encouraged him. She let go of his hand and put her arms around his neck. He moved his now free hand to cup her face as he deepened the kiss.

The kiss became heated quickly and they seemed to have gotten caught up in each other. Jack moved her so she was straddling him and she willingly let him. She made small moans of approval as he swept his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for access to her mouth. She allowed it as she tangled her hand in his hair. His arm pushed her into him further and held her in place so his tongue could thoroughly explore every part of the mouth he had missed.

Yep, definitely missed Ella.

"Fa la na cee fenaki?" a cannibal interrupted them. Jack groaned in frustration and looked at him. Ella pulled back and twisted in his grasp to look too, inadvertently putting pressure on his groin. He coughed and shifted in the seat.

"What did he say?" she asked as she turned to Jack. He looked at her innocent expression and smiled at her while he pulled her closer, making sure she was as close as she could be. Looking at her, he suddenly felt something odd in his chest.

"Nothing, he just wants to know if there is enough wood," he answered before looking back at the interrupter. "No, si godingo, fur kiquo." The cannibal nodded and ordered more wood to be thrown on the fire.

Turning his attention back onto Ella, Jack pulled her in for another kiss. "Where were we?"

"Jack, we can either kiss each other all day, or we can try to escape," she said expecting him to come to his senses and get going with a plan.

"We can always escape tomorrow," he suggested, giving the top of her ass a squeeze. He'd missed that too.

She rolled her eyes and much to his dismay, got off of his lap. She walked over to one of the cannibals and hoped she could be convincing. Think chieftess, she thought.

"More wood. We want big fire! More wood!" she said as she pointed to the fire and made large gestures. The cannibals nodded and smiled in excitement, yelling out to two rather large men standing next to the throne. The men picked up a large trunk of tree and carried it to the fire.

As soon as the men had turned to pick up the wood she ran to Jack and grabbed his arm, pulling at him. "Come on, now's are chance!" she whispered. He leapt up from the throne and started running, arms flailing.

The cannibals turned to get approval and frowned upon seeing the empty throne.