One of the two chapters you've all been waiting for...
A/N at the end of chapter, enjoy. -E
Chapter I've lost count: Marooned
Jack wades out onto the beach, looking back onto the Pearl and shakes off the ropes that bound his wrists.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." He continued to walk, Elizabeth followed the Pirate.
"But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then." Elizabeth exclaimed, Jacks mind buzzed,
No we can't Elizabeth. Back then, my escape included stealing someone else's escape. This someone else is Amber, Amber was a sixteen year old on this Island, alone, I left her. But, I can't tell you that because you'll have my head off. Therefore, I'm not going to go find Amber, I can't. She'll have my head off even if I didn't tell you. Or…She's dead. I'm still not telling you. What are you going to say, Jack?
"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice—" His hands swirled to her chest region, "—Unlikely…Young will be dead long before you could reach him."
You're a horrible person Jack, now…How are you going to get yourself out of this…Rum. Rum, the cache…Where is it? Think, Jack, think.
Elizabeth continued to follow him, he stops in front of a palm tree and saw the 'X' on it, that Amber marked. It was high up now, Elizabeth thankfully didn't see it.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from under the eyes of the seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?" The woman rambled. Last time, I was with Amber. She helped me survive three days on this godforsaken Island, three days is what it took for her to fall in love with me, and possibly I felt the same way. But, no. I need to lie, I can't face Amber. She was always on the beach, and she wasn't today when we came. Regrettably she's most likely dead. Jack decided to think up some kind of lie,
"Last time…I was here a grand total of three days, all right?" —Not a lie, Jack tried to imitate what Amber did last time, all of her crazy moves and jumps.
He took four steps forward and four steps across—Now, it should be here—He jumped up and down a few times, feeling for the cache. — "Last time,"—He opened the cellar door—"The rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've been long out of business."—He realized the dust on all the bottles, more proof that Amber is long gone. His heart beat rapidly and he was trying not to show any sign of sadness.—"Probably…have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He climbed out with two bottles in his hands. Get drunk off your nut Jack, forget about Amber. Don't show your emotions, she's in a better place. Or is –
"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!"
No, it's not—" Welcome to the Caribbean, love." Jack shrugged away his thoughts as if he didn't care. He handed her the bottle, as soon as his face was out of her view, his face dropped. He might even admit that he was going to tear up. Forget about her, Jack.
Meanwhile, among the forest of Rumrunners Isle.
She was getting skinnier, it was clear. The food was getting hard to find, with all the exercise she's been getting trying to find food, it's made her exhausted. She slept for longer hours now, she didn't have a choice. The other day when she ate it came back up, the food wouldn't go down. Thankfully, she was alright today and she could eat. Her looks didn't change that much, she still looked similar to her sixteen year old self. But, being twenty-one had its perks. She grew taller and actually grew hips and curves, like her mother. If her mother was still alive, they would almost be identical. It was funny, she always looked like her mother and her brother had always looked like her father. She didn't think of her father that much. Her father was probably with her brother, sailing the seven seas like they'd used to say they would. That was before Amber found out he was a Pirate, she wondered if her brother ever found out.
Amber sat on her hammock once again, her thin fingers turned the pages of the old book as she read.
The sun went down quickly that night, it seems to go quicker as the days go by. But, she's only getting more and more exhausted, that's the real reason.
After finishing the short story Leaving the Darkness, Amber decided to enter the darkness and fall asleep. She slowly climbed the ladder up into her treehouse and peacefully fell deep into sleep.
So deep she didn't hear the shenanigans that took place on her island.
The bonfire was lit brightly; it softly cracked as the firewood burned. The two drunkards danced around the fire, singing and drinking.
"We're devils, we're black sheep, we're really bad eggs…Drink up me hearties yo ho!"—Elizabeth sang and swung her bottle around—"Yo ho, yo ho, a Pirates life for me!"
"I love this song!"—He was so drunk his mind didn't even notice the headache that pierced his head let alone the thoughts about Amber—"Really bad eggs!"—Jack fell onto his bottom, Elizabeth joins him.—"When I get the Pearl back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"
"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main!"
"Not just the Spanish Main, love. The entire ocean; the entire world. Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs…but what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…is freedom."
"Jack…it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island." Elizabeth softly said.
Jack put his arm around her shoulder, his head stopped buzzing as he thought of Amber, he couldn't tell Elizabeth, no matter how drunk he is or was. He couldn't even speak her name. Lie Jack, lie.
"But the company is better than last time,"—Lie.—"I think. The scenery has defiantly improved." That came out wrong, stupid Jack.
"I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk." Elizabeth scoffed. Thank god,Jack thought.
"I know exactly what you mean, love." He curled his moustache. Elizabeth lifted her bottle to toast…for what?
"To freedom."
Oh, "To the Black Pearl—" He drinks and looses consciousness in less than a second. His world faded to darkness.
The next morning.
Amber sniffed in her sleep, a strange smell curled into her senses. Her eyes were still closed but she knew immediately what the smell was, smoke. She realized there was also noises, cracking noises, noises of fire. Was Rumrunners on fire?
Her heart belted frantically once she opened her eyes, at first she thought it was blurry because she just opened her eyes, but the hut was filled with smoke. She tried to hold her breath, but she couldn't. She inhaled a large amount of smoke before coughing. I need to get out of here. Amber didn't bother with taking anything, she wore a light dress so it was easy to move quickly in.
She walked fast towards the hatch where the ladder was, the fire was closer than she thought. There was smoke everywhere, she looked behind her towards her built-in window and saw that palm trees close by were on fire. She needed to move fast.
Amber began to descend from the tree house, the wooden ladder was warm at the touch.
The ladder took the warmth harshly, it snapped right under Amber's foot and sent her flying to the jungle floor. Her head colliding with not the softest of grounds, her mind fell unconscious.
Jack woke up just like Amber, smelling the smoke. He woke up in a cloud of the awful air and turns to see the Island literally burning down. His mind flew into a state of anxiety. He sprinted to where the fire seemed to be starting; Elizabeth.
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade, the Rum—" His mind fell to a jolt, Amber. He looked quickly over to the thickest part of jungle; that too was on fire. No, no, no. What if she's alive? What if she's trapped?
"Yes, the rum is gone."
"You—" He didn't finish his sentence, instead, he ran as fast as he could through the smoke-filledjungle, trying to find the treehouse.
"Amber!" He called for the sixth time, and continued to run through the various leaves of the tropical forest, dodging the fires. He found the lagoon, he found the hammock she sat at, he found the book she was reading. His heart began to race faster than before, he knew where to go now. He knew where to find the her home.
"Amber!" He called louder this time, no reply. Jack skidded to a jolt once he found the cleared out bit of jungle, next to the largest tree he had seen. The tree contained a tree house. His eyes weren't looking there, though.
Instead, they looked at the girl on the ground, the left side of her face bleeding and her dress filled with dirt.
Amber.
End of Chapter 10
A/N: Mwahahahahahh!
Woop, woop *dances* Jack saw Amber again, what what, what what...What do you thinks going to happen? Aye?
I did another cliffyyyyy. But for a good cause, I promise! The next chapters going to be extra long!
Although, if I don't get any reviews from you lovely people, then I won't publish the next chapter that I've already almost completed..which is scheduled to be published in the next forty eight hours...so if you want it, you must tell me! :3
Love you all, thank you so much for reading and your amazing feedback!
-E
P.S I referenced my other fanfiction Leaving the Darkness because I couldn't think of a book name :P So, go check it out while you're waiting for the next chapter of Rumrunners! x