THE BLACK PEARL
The Black Pearl now lay anchored near a small island. The plank was brought out and Elizabeth stood upon it.
"Barbossa you lying batch of brownies," Will shout as he made his way towards the commotion.
"You said that she goes free, you failed to specify when or where," Barbossa cackled. The crew silenced Will and bound his sister's hands.
"It's a shame we be losing something so beautiful," Barbossa stated, "So I be needing the dress back." Elizabeth took the dress off and didn't bother to the hoots and whistles from the crew. She walked closer to the edge of the plank and stared at the water.
"Too long," a man shout and stomped on the plank sending Elizabeth into the water. Next Rebecca was lead to the same place as her sister just was.
"Do you want my dress too," she asked shakily.
"If ye offered," Barbossa snarled. Rebecca cautiously took off her dress and handed it to the captain. Michaela couldn't help to laugh, her friend was still wearing the lacy garter they bought a few weeks ago, good thing her father didn't notice.
"Haven't known you for very long Rebecca, best wishes," Barbossa stated. Rebecca looked back and then leaped into the blue water. Laughing with an old crewmate Jack then realized he was next to be tossed overboard.
"If ye haven't noticed that be the same island we made you governor of last adventure," the captain stated.
"I have noticed," Sparrow stuttered.
"Too bad you can't conjure another grand escape," Barbossa said drawing his sword.
"Last time you marooned me you left me a pistol with one shot," Jack defended.
"That be true, where be Jack's pistol?" A man came forth with Jack's effects and handed them to Barbossa.
"Since there's three of us shouldn't we be given three pistols," Jack asked. "It'll be one pistol like before and why don't you be the gentleman and shoot the ladies and starve to death alone," Barbossa spat and tossed Jack's effects into the water. Sparrow leaped off the plank after his things and swam to shore where the Swann sisters were already waiting.
ISLAND
"That's the second time I've watched that man sail away with my ship," he grumbled.
"But you've been marooned on this island before," Rebecca shout following Sparrow as he walked inland.
"What's the point missy, the Pearl is gone and unless between the two of you have a rudder and a lot of sails, don't think so, Will and Michaela will be dead far before we can reach them," Jack told them.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow, I've heard so many stories about you aren't any of them true," Elizabeth yelled as she continued to follow Jack.
"How did you escape before," Rebecca inquired.
"Last time I was here a grand total of three days," Sparrow admit, "Last time the rumrunners used this island as a cache," he bend down and opened a cellar, "I was able to barter passage off, but it seems like they're long out of business, thank our friend Norrington for that."
"That's it, grand adventure of Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth stated.
"You spent three days on a beach drinking rum," Rebecca finished her sister's sentence.
"Welcome to the Caribbean loves!" Later that night the three were singing around a fire.
"We're jokers and black sheep and really bad eggs, drink up me hearties yo ho, yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me!" Jack and Elizabeth sat down next to each other after Rebecca collapsed on the other side of the fire.
"How much did she have," Jack asked.
"About three swigs," Elizabeth answered. The two conscious people shared a laugh.
"That song, when we get back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew."
"And you will be positively the most fearsome," Elizabeth replied.
"We can sail wherever we want, because a ship, a ship is freedom," Jack explained.
Elizabeth leaned on Jack's shoulder and said, "It must be terrible for you to be stuck here Jack."
"Well, the company's better and the scenery improved—," Jack began and Elizabeth made a face as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Miss Sparrow," she object, "I don't think I've had enough rum for that!" Jack nodded in agreement and raised his bottle for a toast.
"To freedom!"
"To the Pearl!" They clanked bottle, sipped their rum and then Jack passed out, drunk. Elizabeth put her drink down, her apparent "drunkenness" had worked, but Rebecca didn't have the stomach to handle the little she drank.
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Jack woke up to the smell of burning.
"What could that—," he began, sat up and watched Elizabeth and Rebecca toss the crates of rum into the large fire.
"Not good!" He ran over to the engulfed group of trees and was greeted by a pair of scouring blonde women.
"Why is the rum gone?"
"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels and two, that signal is over a thousand feet high," Elizabeth shout.
"The whole Navy is after us, I doubt they won't see that," Rebecca added.
"But why is the rum gone?"
"Give it an hour, maybe two, and there'll be white sails on the horizon," the older girl stated and sat down on the sand. Rebecca stood and watched Jack run off in his awkward gait. She then sat down next to her sister. Jack walked away mimicking the sisters.
"Must have been terrible being stuck here Jack, must have been terrible well it bloody is now!" He kicked the sand and then saw something in on the water. A navel ship was anchored and a few men were rowing in a longboat towards the island.
"There'll be no living with them after this," he muttered.
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