Disclaimer: I don't own PotC or any of it's characters, but I do know that if I did it would be pretty friggin' awesome! Yep… onto the chapter!
"Set sail…" I turned to father for help. He turned towards Barbossa for help who just rolled his eyes.
"That way," he pointed.
"That way," Jack replied to me. I rolled my eyes.
"Set sail that way!" I shouted to the men. I was now the third captain. That was very fortunate. I turned to Will and his mum who were currently having a two-day long reunion. It made me sick. My reunion with Jack was two seconds long.
I was tired. I had gotten some pants again, so that was good. And I didn't have to wear petticoats and… bows. I was not trying to look flattering or anything, even though I still liked Will. I loved him, yes, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Well, maybe. I mean, I was still debating over whether I should or not. I decided to wait since he just met his mom after like… years.
"Father," I turned to Jack, "How can there be an island that can only be found by those who know where it is? I mean if it was made by nature, then no one would ever learn where it is."
He just stared, "Love, even I didn't understand that."
I sighed. It made perfect sense. To know where it is you have to go there, but you can't go there because you don't know where it is. In the end, no one would ever know where it is. At least I understand it. I sighed again as I walked over to Gibbs at the helm. I opened my mouth to ask a question.
"A few more days," he replied before I spoke a word. He didn't even look at me. Well, then. Someone can read my mind. Oh wait, that's everyone. Yeah, I'm that predictable. Maybe not. Look at me! I'm rambling again. Again? Yes, AGAIN! Is it all this time at sea? Oh no, Gibbs said I had to wait a few more days! I would turn into father! I wonder if I already have?
"Eloise!" I turned towards the Hector Barbossa guy. He was calling me over to him.
"I've been calling you for a while now! Come here!" I walked over to him. He's old. I don't like old people. It reminds me of my mortality. I want to live forever and be immortal. That'd be neat.
"I know how you feel, El," he sighed as we both looked out at sea, "About being cursed."
I looked up at him as he continued to stare at the gray ocean.
"I was cursed," he looked down at me, "with immortality. I couldn't eat food, yet I was hungry. I couldn't drink, but I was always thirsty. And, in the light of the moon, I was revealed as what I truly was. A monster."
"Immortality? Why did you try to get rid of that curse?"
"Because the things that came with it." We looked out at sea again.
"I think it would be worth it," I replied. Seriously, it would, "how did you get rid of the curse?"
"I had to return every piece of stolen gold coins back to the very island we're going to. That's why I wanted to talk to you. So you don't take anything."
Of course, he didn't want to bond. He just wanted to warn me not to take a stupid, cursed coin. Gee, that's another friend I didn't manage to make. I guess my expectations are too high. Well, maybe not. He threw away immortality, the very thing I was craving a few minutes ago. I thought about what he said as I climbed up some ropes and sat. And sat. And fell. Into the ocean.
"Help!" I yelled as I was repeatedly shoved under the water, "Somebody! Help me! Please…" I started to go under. I almost gave up, but had to move forward. I pushed my head above the surface one last time before spying a tree-spotted beach. I was once again shoved under the sea as I pushed my self forward.
000
The first thing I did when I crawled out of the ocean was fall with a thud and fall fast asleep. I remember the welcoming the warm white sand and the wonderful feeling as the sun shone down on my back. I was numb and oblivious to all around me.
I woke up a few hours later and noticed was dark out. I stared out at the horizon in search of any sign of life. I had about as much luck there, as I would have behind me. Taking a breath I turned around to look at the deserted island behind me. I saw trees and bushes. People? No. I started towards it but then turned when I reached the edge. I think I'll wait until morning before exploring the overgrown forest. I walked around the perimeter of the forest searching for a makeshift shelter or meal. I sighed in defeat as the Sun started to rise. I wasn't all that tired and decided to head straight into the jungle. It wasn't as thick as I thought it would be, but definitely not as open as the beach.
Trying not to trip over branches I walked through the forest. All was going fine. At least until the moment my feet fell in front of me and I landed in a large hole. It was kind of dark, but this could be a nice shelter if I can cover the top. I looked around me and found no way out of the hole. I grabbed a few palm fronds on the ground and threw up towards the opening. They covered it perfectly. Then, I noticed the treasure under the leaves. Rum. Crates and crates of it were scattered everywhere. Okay, I could live like this. I would of course need food and a way out of this hole. I moved the leaves over the opening to shed some light in here. Of course. A set of stairs was right in front of me. I climbed up and carried a large empty rum crate with me.
000
I had taken apart many crates and made a large house-like shelter with a door (I made hinges) and windows. I used sap from a tree to keep the boards together. Crazy, right? Then it hit me. I should've made a raft. I could take apart the roof… and maybe cover the hole with leaves.
No, I would wait. Obviously, the island had some use to someone or else this rum wouldn't be here. I only had two bottles don't worry. I went inside the one-room building and looked around. There was no bed, but that was okay. I just couldn't sleep on dirt, though. I walked out and stared at my surroundings. I grabbed a few reeds and set to work.
I wove the weeds for what seemed like forever. In, out. Over, under. Repeat. It was dark by the time I had finished a strong sheet of reed. I attached it to one end of a wall and a branch I had stuck in the other. I had made a hammock.
000
I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. There were voices, too.
"Don't knock! We're the navy, we can do what we want," one voice said.
"I was trying to be polite! Besides, we aren't the navy no more," I let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't you know there might not be a person in there!" Then, there sounded to be something like a slap noise.
"Ow! Don't hit me no more!"
"Any more, you dummy!" Another slap sound.
"Can we just go in?" The door slowly pushed open and I pulled out one of my daggers.
Two scraggly looking men came in. One of them was rather short and the other, rather tall. They both had dirty, torn up unifor,s from the Royal Navy.
"See, I told you, Mullroy!" The tall one said to the shorter one. I stared at them. They stared at me. No one dared to speak.
"Nice place you have here," the tall one broke the silence. The short guy hit him. I dropped the dagger. I fell down on the ground laughing. These men were hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing! I could make out the tall one sitting on the hammock and the short guy staring at me. Tears were streaming down my face. I had NO idea why anything was actually this funny. Nope, not a funny thought in my mind.
Authors note: Yay! It's finally here chapter… 8? Ah well. I'm so happy it's up! I've realized that as I go along, El is turning more and more into me! Crazy, right? Not really. Yeah…
-Captain Whats-her-Face
