Chapter Thirteen
"What is the matter, dear?" asks Mary, stepping further into the Captain's dining room, where Zabira is sat alone at the table.
Zabira looks angrily up at her mother, her lips pursed.
"I know- I know, yer be worried about him dear, but well, he can handle himself, can't he?"
"Yer know" begins Zabira. "Nothin' has changed, I still aven't forgiven ya"
"Yer know I tried, they tol' me not ter get off the ship" Mary sits opposite Zabira at the table. "I told em' I wanted ter go after yer, but they wouldn't let me. I went ter tell em' not ter leave without us, they said there wasn't enough time and near enough dragged me onto tha' ship"
"Hmm" Zabira fiddles with her finger nails, uninterested.
Mary sighs. "I never meant ter leave yer behind! Anyway, yer all right now, aren't yer?"
"'All Right'?" Zabira suddenly shouts getting to her feet, her hands leaning down onto the table. "'All right?' The man I love is in a land o' half mortals- the land of the damned! So, no, I am not 'all-bloody-right'!"
"The man you love?" Mary frowns up at her.
Zabira then realises what she had just said and slowly sits down again. She knew she- but didn't think she actually- "The man I love?" breathes Zabira. "Yes" she concludes. "The man I love. The man I have always loved"
"You and John ave' always been good together" nods Mary. "I always knew ever since you were younger you'd be together"
"The man I love" whispers Zabira again, just wishing to hear those words again. "Wait a moment" she realises. "The man I love could be killed at sea!"
"Yer already said that" Mary mutters.
"But I hadn't realised- I can't let him go alone. Even if it means me own horrible fate, I should be with him"
"Now don't yer get any ideas!" Mary wags a finger at her. "Yer not goin' down there n' that's final!"
Meanwhile, out on the deck of the ship Elizabeth and Will are stood beside each other by the side of the ship.
"Do you think they will be all right?" asks Elizabeth, looking down into the ever turning whirlpool.
"It is Jack down there" answers Will. "If he is set into trouble he very often finds away out of it"
"But he did not escape Davy Jones?" Elizabeth looks to Will, her eyes now concerned. "We have only just helped bring him back to life and he-"
"He would not risk losing it again"
"I suppose so" Elizabeth sighs and looks back to the sea, the moon shinning down onto the rippling water.
"Elizabeth?" begins Will.
"Yes?" she says, her eyes still fixed to the sea.
"Do you" he sighs but then just bares himself to say it, he says it particularly quickly "Do you have feelings for Jack?"
Elizabeth turns to look to Will again. She leans in and the two kiss each other. Once they have pulled away Elizabeth smiles. "I only have one kiss, which is, and always has been, reserved for you"
"So no?" smiles Will.
"No" answers Elizabeth. "My heart has always been in one place, for one man"
"And who might that be?" humours Will, still smiling.
Zabira then storms out onto the deck, her mother following after her.
"You are being ridiculous!" shouts her mother to her.
Zabira turns back at looks at Mary. "I would do anythin' for the people I love, unlike you!"
"I jus' explained tha' to yer, and I have a hundred times or more, I didn't ave' a choice but ter leave yer at Escopay!"
"You ad' every choice!" spits Zabira. "John risked his life fer me, and I should do the same"
"Nigh! Yer can't! I thought I'd lost you once already, I won't lose yer again!"
But Zabira ignores her, she turns away from her mother and rolls her eyes.
"I'm warnin yer!" shouts Mary.
Zabira climbs over the side of the ship to the ladder. "You know" she smiles. "People learn things from their parents, funny how I've only ever learned from yer mistakes!"
Mary begins to charge towards her, but a crew member takes hold of her arm to pull her back.
"What are you going to do?" Will asks Zabira.
"I'm goin' ter find the man I love"