Sorry mates! It took a long time to get this one out. I had temporary writer's block, but I think I've overcome it finally! Enjoy!
"Why are you bloody carrying a jar of dirt?" I glared at Jack as we all scrambled into the long boat. Apparently, we'd found the Isla Cruces. The island that Davy Jones burried his heart on. I rolled my eyes as we began to row to shore. This whole thing was completely bizarre; I had no idea why Elizabeth believed Jack. I know I didn't, and it was obvious that Norington didn't either.
"You're pullin' too fast!" Pintel broke the silence.
"You're pullin' too slow! We don't want the Kraken to catch us." Ragetti returned.
"The Kraken?" I asked. I received no answer.
"I'm savin' me strength for when it comes. And I don't think it's Krack-en, anyways. I always heard it said Kray-kin." Pintel said.
"What, with a long A?" Ragetti asked.
"Aye."
"No-no-no-no-no-no-no. Krock-en's how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and Krack-en's closer to that." Ragetti tried.
"Well, we ain't original Scandinavians, are we? Kray-ken!"
"It's a mythical creature, I can calls it what I wants." Ragetti said, and I rolled my eyes.
"So what about it?" I repeated.
"What? Ye don't know?" Pintel asked me.
"Well, I very well wouldn't have asked that question if I did, now would I?" I asked sarcastically. They slightly glanced back at Jack as they continued rowing. He was staring intently at the slowly approching island.
"We're being chased by it." Ragetti answered.
"Why?" I asked. It made no sense.
"Da..." They paused to look back agian at Jack. "Davy Jones."
"Why would he send it after us?" I asked.
"He wants Jack." Ragetti grunted as he strained to pull the oars faster. Pintel hit him over the head to make him slow down.
"Why?" I asked again. Why had no one told me any of this?
"Go talk to him. It's not our place, poppet." Pintel said as we reached dry land. I stood up and jumped out of the boat.
"Guard the boat, mind the tide...don't touch my dirt." Jack began to walk inland with a shovel over his shoulder. I ran to catch up with him.
"Jack. Please, explain to me what's happening. Why are we being chased by Davy Jones?" I asked.
"Becuase." He smiled and tried to walk away. Quoting me again!
"Jack!" I protested. "Stop. Tell me the truth."
"Why should I?" He stopped walking and handed his shovel to Norington. "Ye really don't care about what happens to me. Ye've made it perfectly clear ye'd rather have me dead anyway, have ye not?"
"I'm just as much a part of this crew as everyone else here. I deserve to know." I hissed between my teeth.
"Fine." He began to walk again, faster than before. "Because I made a deal with Jones thirteen years ago, and now, he wants me soul." I glanced behind us; Elizabeth and Norington had fallen behind. Probably to give us time to talk...
"Thirteen years ago?" I asked. "That's when the Pearl sank. Is that how you got her back?" I asked.
"Aye." He glared at me.
"But how did you find him to make a deal?" I asked.
"I didn't. He found me."
"He found you?" I asked incredulously. "That makes no s..." But then it hit me. I stopped. "But if he found you, then that means you..." I stopped again.
"I died." He said, walking even faster. "And now I owe him me soul. Satisfied?" He asked.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"How do I know that all of this isn't another lie?" I asked.
"Ye don't." He stopped walking and waited for Elizabeth and Norington to catch up. "Elizabeth." He said as they joined us. "If you would..." He pointed toward the compass. She flipped it open and began to follow it's needle. I followed her, but hardly watched her. Jack had never told me any of this. It was so hard to take in...