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Washing up on the shore of some deserted island. Soaking, the heat blazed on us, the sun glorifying the struggle. Turning our heads towards each end, nothing but dunes were in sight.
I quickly peeled off my wet layers, shimming down to a thin, black dress.
"This truly is a godforsaken place," Barbossa spat out.
"I don't see Jack. I don't see anyone," Elizabeth followed shortly.
Worry was ebbing away at me. I shouldn't have been so stupid to be so hopeful, what if this fails?
"Oh, he's here. Davy Jones never once gave up that what he took."
"And does it matter? We're trapped here by your doing, no different than Jack," Will stated.
Heaving a sigh, I kept my gaze locked on the sight of the dunes of sand in the distance. Gritting my teeth locked, I refused to give up.
Tia Dalma came up beside me, cradling a crab in her palm, stroking it's smooth, hard, white shell with one finger, "Witty Jack is closer than you think."
All of us suddenly spotted something among the sand, edging over grandly and recognizing it as The Black Pearl!
And there was Jack, standing proudly on the top mast, gazing down upon us.
"Slap me thrice and hand me to me mama, it's Jack!"
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't find myself capable of moving, while everyone moving forward in a flash towards him as he descended down.
I was rooted in my spot as everyone went ahead to greet him. I watched him, greet everyone one by one, not noticing me.
"Mr. Gibbs!"
"Captain."
"I thought so. I expect you're able to account for your actions, then."
Gibbs asked in confusion, "Sir?"
"There's been a perpetual and virulent lack of discipline upon my vessel, why? Why is that?"
"Sir, you're… in Davy Jones' locker, cap'n."
He paused for a moment before claiming, "I know that. I know where I am. And don't think I don't."
Barbossa came up at the end of the line, and called out, "Jack Sparrow."
Breaking out into a grin, Jack strutted to him, "Ah, Hector!"
"It's been too long, hasn't it?"
"Aye, Isla de Muerta, remember? You shot me."
"No, I didn't," Jack muttered out, then he spotted Tia Dalma, "Ah, Tia Dalma, out and about, eh? You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium."
Will sighed and added sense to Jack's ramblings, "He thinks we're a hallucination."
Jack stood in front of Will and contradicted, "William, tell me something, have you come here because you need my help to save a certain distressing damsel, or rather damsel in distress? Either one."
"No."
"Well, then, you wouldn't be here, would you? So, you can't be here. Q.E.D., you're not really here."
Slowly, I built up the strength in me, I pushed my voice through my throat, and called out, "Jack."
He turned his head, and finally met my eyes. God, those eyes. Beautiful, smoldering brown.
He froze upon the sight of me.
I choked out, "This is real… I'm real. We're here."
He turned around, and quickly went back to Gibbs, muttering out, "The Locker, you say?"
"Aye."
Elizabeth pushed forward past me, as I stood in my spot, hurt, "We've come to rescue you."
Jack, whipped back around, "Have you now? That's very kind of you. But, it seems as I possess a ship, and you don't, you're the ones in need of rescuing and I'm not sure as I'm in the mood to."
Barbossa interjected and arrogantly stated, "I see my ship, right there," pointing to the direction of the Pearl.
Jack pushed past them and gestured, "Can't spot it. Must be a tiny little thing hiding somewhere behind the Pearl."
Will joined jack and stated, "Jack, Cutler Beckett has the heart of Davy Jones. He controls the Flying Dutchman."
Elizabeth then said, "He's taking over the seas."
Tia Dalma added, "The sung has been sung. The Brethern Court is called."
I followed Jack, trying to keep up with him, pushing past Will, Lizzie, Barbossa and Tia Dalma, stop short of Jack's presence.
"Leave you alone for a minute, look what happens. Everything's gone to pot."
Gibbs called out from behind, "Aye, Jack, the world needs you back something fierce."
"And you need a crew," Will pointed out.
Jack stood ahead and slowly turned back around to face us, "Why should I sail with any of us? Four of you tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded."
He then gestured to what I thought was me, my jaw dropped, then I followed his gaze and slowly turned behind me, to see none other than Elizabeth.
I immediately cried out, "WHAT?"
Elizabeth started muttering out, "Gin, I'm so sorry. I had no other choice. Please, understand."
I didn't move. My mind raced, trying to piece it all together. Trying to remember the day Jack died.
"Oh, she's not told you? You'll have loads to talk about while you're here…"
Everyone stared at me. Elizabeth rushed to me, "Gin, please, say something, Ginny. Please. I had to. I did it for you. For us. I beg you."
She reached out to me, but I reeled back from her touch, bumping into Jack, "No. You don't call me that. You're not my sister."
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