Elizabeth sat in misery in the cell, straw on the floor, and empty barrels squashing her into the wall. She had entered a brand new low. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!, she told herself.Her dreams of freedom had been shattered. Rats darted across the cellar floor every now and then, and with every one Elizabeth shuddered. The Majesty wasn't the fleets fastest ship. They weren't very far from Port Royal, and already she was homesick. She felt so miserable. Will had deserted her, Jack wasn't going to find her here, and if the navy did find her, she would be in so much trouble when she got home.
A tear dropped from her eye to the floor, followed by many, many more.
Jack was lazing in his cabin, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" Jack called. "Captain Sparrow, we've seen a ship. It's from the British fleet sir. It's called The Majesty."
"You know what to do."
"Pilfer, plunder and raid?"
"As always."
R&R!