Kiley's POV
It was dark in Elizabeth's cabin. Jack locked me in there, although I told him I would take Peter's place. But my cousin just laughed.
I snooped around the tiny chamber by the light of a flickering candle I found. On a rickety wooden table bolted to the floor next to the bed sat a book. After flipping through the pages, I assumed it Elizabeth's diary and started to set it back down. But I noticed some curiously patterned wood where the book had been sitting. Tossing the diary onto the bed, I reached out and gently touched the table. I felt of the cracks, four, placed in almost a perfect square. Breathing deeply, I dug my fingernails into one of the cracks and pulled upward.
Just as I thought it might, the wooden square came out of the table, revealing a tiny compartment. It was empty, save a small, rusted key. Disappointed by my findings, I nevertheless slid the key into my pocket. Who knew? I might find a use for it.
Peter's POV
I sat on the cold floor of the brig, cradling my arm. Though Kiley had dressed the wound, blood seeped through the cloth. A leak in the ship constantly dripped on my head, but I was afraid to move for the pain.
I heard footsteps above me, slow and careful. They weren't at all like those of my crew mates, nor of any pirate. I fantasized that they might belong to Kiley.
What had become of her? I had been in too much pain during the scene in the jungle to understand what Jack Sparrow had been saying.
Sitting there below decks with the rats, I worried for her, though I'm not sure why. I didn't doubt that Kiley was strong enough to take care of herself. No, I think I was truly worried for myself. For the first time, my emotions were not simply anger, happiness, sadness, pride, but a flummoxing mixture of all feelings. I hardly knew the girl, and yet I felt as if I had loved her my whole life.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud rustling above me. I heard a scream as something dropped from the ceiling.
Kiley's POV
It was after the discovery of the hidden compartment and key that something behind Elizabeth's bed caught the light of the shortening candle. Something shiny among all the rusty and dark things that made up the Black Pearl.
With a great heave, I inched the bed back to create a crack big enough for me to fit in. After squeezing in, I found that the bit of brass that had glimmered in the dim light was a handle. Cautiously, I tugged on it, and a door came open to reveal twisting oblivion. It was a tunnel through the ship! Where did it lead? Taking a deep breath, I crawled into the passageway. Dank air filled my lungs, and cold darkness surrounded me. Glancing back only once at the circle of light, I crawled forward in the black tunnel. I had just gone a little way when the passage tilted abruptly downward. I fell through the chute, down into the brig below.