She could not decide which had woke her; the feeling of morning dew on her skin or the sound of the waves bashing against the rocks and hills. Whichever it had been, she was wide awake now, shaking sand from her hair and body. Evangeline had fallen asleep not very far from where Jack had sat and talked with her about the stars, and she hardly remembered drifting to sleep in the first place. Smiling as she thought of the night before, she recalled dancing with the captain, being held in his strong arms. Jack had never been so…she could not choose the right word for his behavior, perhaps loving was fitting. He had been so very loving towards her, it had given her a small hope that maybe, just maybe, he fancied her to some degree. But she pushed the thought away, knowing she could not afford to think that way. As she stood up, more sand fell from her and she sighed, wishing she had not slept on the beach, but rather on the grassy part of the island. Looking around her, she could see men everywhere, all passed out from the night's activities. They were enclosed in early morning mist, as if it were a blanket to keep them warm. The whole island, as far as she could see, was covered in the thick fog and it gave off an ethereal feeling. She thought of tracking Jack down, but decided against it, he was probably very busy conferring with Captain Turner and she didn't want to interrupt that, or he could be sleeping, another thing she didn't wish to interfere with.
Turning towards the hills on the far side of the crescent shaped island, she pondered on what laid beyond. She had the time, she figured, to roam a bit and take in the isle for all its beauty. It didn't take much for her to make up her mind before she started to walk off into the distance. Walking past the fire pit, she almost stepped on someone's head due to the dense fog. Upon further investigation, she discovered that the head belonged to Mr. Gibbs. He was asleep, lying across the lap of Barbossa. Where had that man been all night? She couldn't remember seeing him. Nevertheless, quietly giggling, she started off again, trying not to crush any drunken, sleeping men beneath her feet.
The grass under her boots made the most delightful sound, something she hadn't heard in a while. It was a soft sound, one that she could barely hear unless she focused all her energy onto it. The sound took her back to the days when she was just starting to explore her feelings for her beloved Captain, when it had viciously poured rain, and the two of them played together, not a care in the world. When she had taken him to her favorite place; the little hill above the shoreline, where they took off their clothing and swam. How she desired, with all her heart that, she could go back to that time and prevent him from leaving. More than anything, she wished she had the courage that she had that night, before he left, the courage that made her chase after him to tell him that she loved him. Why had that courage run from her? Where had it gone? Evangeline desperately craved for that courage to return to her, so that she could turn from the very spot she stood in and run to him and say it out loud and to his face, over and over.
Unfortunately, God had not blessed her with such nerves of steel. Not that it would make much of a difference anyway, she knew he would simply look at her with that adorable, inquisitive look and laugh. Geline already knew the ending to this unrequited love affair with Jack Sparrow; there was no ending. She would continue to love him, even after he left her for Annie, even after she no longer heard from him, after she was old and alone, she would love him. And Jack, he would forget her, forget about any moments that they had shared, and forget their friendship….
Her thoughts flew from her as she found herself in an impenetrable, mossy area of the island. At first, it startled her, not knowing where she was or how she had found herself there, but the anxiety passed as she heard the sound of water. It wasn't like the sounds of waves upon rock or shore, but the sound of falling water. Tilting her head slightly to the left, Evangeline's heart skipped as she beheld a waterfall above a moss covered arch. Smiling, she carefully stepped over the slick rocks to be closer. The sound of the water was marvelous, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to feel it on her skin. As quickly as she had reached for it, she pulled her hand back due to the sheer cold, but it didn't stop her from trying again and again until she was used to the temperature.
Remembering that she had slept on the sand all night, Evangeline thought about allowing her entire body to feel the cool rush of water. She glanced around her, weary of whether she should remove her clothing in such an unknown area, but the water called to her and she began to disrobe. Laying her clothes out away from the cascades, she held her arm across her chest and, once again, cautiously made her way back. It was a slow process, introducing first her arm, then leg and so on until, twenty minutes later; she was covered in cold, white, refreshing water. Laughing, she wet her hair before closing her eyes and mouth and letting the water completely devour her. For those few short moments, there was only the sound of the waterfall as it rushed past her ears before she stepped away and opened her eyes.
Suddenly, she was horrified to find, she was staring at a man who was no more than four feet from her. She covered herself out of instinct and to the best of her abilities, trembling and heart pounding. The man continued to stare at her shivering frame, a wicked smile upon his lips. Evangeline's eyes flickered to her clothes quickly before letting them return to the man. He whistled, and she cowered lower as men began to surround her, creeping from the solid surrounding and closing in around her.
"What a lovely little specimen we have here, gents," someone said, licking his lips.
"Yes, and all alone too. How unfortunate."
Geline began to panic, breathing heavily and shaking still but no longer due to the cold. A tall, beefy man reached out and firmly grabbed her arm, pulling her into him. Whimpering, she tried to pull away but nearly slipped on the rocks underneath her feet.
"You are an unexpected treat, just here for the taking," the man growled passionately, slipping his arm around her waist and grabbing her rear rather violently.
Angry words bubbled in her throat but she found that she could not release them. The men began to holler and cheer loudly as the tall man reached for his trousers with one hand and started to pull them down. One of his mates, a military looking man, helped push her to the ground, rocks digging into her back, and before she knew it, he was on top and trying to force himself onto her. Her head was being held in a pool, and the water nearly obstructed her view. But a sparkle caught her eyes, and she could see her green gem ring at the end of her outstretched arm. She thought of Jack. It seemed to release something in her and she surprised herself by letting out a bloodcurdling scream. The two men stopped their efforts and one smashed her head father into the pool to stop her screams. Water filled her mouth and she wriggled around, trying to get free. Her body ached for air, but despite her efforts, she could not escape.
Just when she felt herself slipping, she was pulled up by her hair and came face to face with a different man altogether. Swallowing droves of air into her lungs, she felt dizzy and tried to focus on the man. He had short cropped blond hair and a round face that may have been soft years ago, but was now hard and unforgiving. He was dressed in a military like suit, very proper, and almost lovely.
"Don't kill her, you imbecilic creatures!" He growled, loosening his grip on her hair.
"But she screamed!" one of them said, pulling up his pants.
"I don't bloody care if she alerted the whole damned Navy. Stick to the plan."
"Yes sir."
The blond stood up and leered at the rest of the men before returning his attentions to Evangeline.
"My men had direct orders to handle you carefully. Are you hurt?" He asked, rather unfeeling.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she reluctantly shook her head.
"Good. Do you know who I am, girl?"
"No," she sobbed.
"Oh' quit you're mewling, you're fine," he spat, kneeling and pulling her to her feet. "Stand."
She obeyed, shivering and covering her chest from the wondering eyes. They all looked at her greedily, hungrily. Evangeline felt exposed and more frightened than she had ever felt before.
"Boone, can't we just have fun with her?" one man mumbled
At the sound of his name, Geline's heart fell. The man who had caused Jack Sparrow so much pain and anguish stood before her. She could hardly believe it. Boone pulled out his pistol and pointed it straight at the man who had spoken out of turn and it caused Geline to jump.
"Shut up. One more word, Harvey and I will shoot you without cause, you annoying little urchin."
Boone turned back to Evangeline and looked her square in the eyes. His were blue. Icy cold as the water she had been pulled from. She could see the pain and anger from his past, the hate bubbling up inside them and it chilled her to the bone.
"You're coming with us," he growled as he took her by the arm. "Men! Move!"
Evangeline looked back at her clothes longingly before she was pulled roughly across the slick rocks. The rest of the men were trying to stay upright, a few even fell. Boone's fingernails were digging into her arm as he dragged her alongside him; all the while she struggled to keep herself covered. Being naked in front of so many men petrified her, she wanted to curl up and hide from all their lustful stares. She turned away from them and looked at the ground.
"Keep up, girl!"
The grass beneath her bare feet would have been divine if she had been allowed to relish in it. She cried, quietly, so that Boone could not hear. She knew Jack and the crew were not ready for an ambush, no one had expected to see Boone until Scotland. Geline wished she could somehow warn him of what was coming. It hadn't occurred to her, but looking around, she could see Boone had almost double the amount of men that Jack and Elizabeth had, put together, plus the element of surprise. Where they had all come from, she did not know. Again, she glanced at her ring but it did not gleam, for the sun was hidden behind grey clouds that could only mean rain. Boone tugged her forward so that she would keep with the pace, but it only made her stumble.
"If it is too much trouble to keep you alive and moving, I can leave you with a bullet in your pretty little head. Move!" He growled.
Scrambling up quickly, Evangeline was sure to keep up with Boone once she was on her feet. After a few more minutes, the shore line came into view and Evangeline wanted to cry out. Boone and his men stopped, looking forward.
"The Black Pearl," he whispered.
Evangeline saw the ship as well, her black sails nearly blending in with the shade of the sky and moving in the wind. She felt the first raindrop on her bare shoulder and Boone turned to look at her when she jumped. After that, the rain came down in torrents, and Boone called for his men to move, and quickly. Once they reached the sand, members of the Pearl had spotted the strangers and started pulling their weapons. Boone, who was now in the middle of the beach and surrounded by crew members, pulled his pistol out and forced it against the side of Evangeline's head and she cried out.
"Put your weapons away, or I will shoot this woman!"
Geline spotted Ragetti, whose eyes widened and face reddened as he lowered his pistol. She heard her name whispered among the crowd. The rest of the men did the same; Barbossa, Mr. Gibbs, Pintel…..they all averted their eyes from her naked body and she began to sob quietly. Boone's crew pointed their pistols at the crowd.
"Now, where is your captain? Where is Jack Sparrow!?" Boone yelled over the storm.
Boone looked at all the faces in the crowd, looking for Jack's, but he heard him before he saw him.
"Let her go, Viktor."
Evangeline looked up in the direction of his voice, and saw him step from the back of the multitude, pushing men out of the way. He shrugged off his coat and Boone tore the pistol from Geline and settled it on Jack.
"Don't move!" he warned.
"Just let her take the jacket, she's bloody freezin'!"
Boone looked down towards Evangeline but her eyes were focused on Jack, tears mixing in with the rain so that Boone could not tell one from the other.
"First, dispose of your weapons!"
Jack nodded and slowly lowered his pistol onto the sand, as well as his sword. Boone turned to one of his men and motioned with his head for him to retrieve the jacket. He did so without a word, his gun trained on Jack in case of any sudden movements.
"Why don't ya just let her go, Viktor? This is between you and me!"
"Is she of any importance, Jack? I could kill her, you know!"
"Ya do that, and every man, including me, will tear ya and your crew apart."
Evangeline was handed the jacket and Boone switched targets again, pressing the gun into her temple as he released her to let her slip the jacket on. He grabbed her again, forcing the pistol deeper into the side of her head.
"You know what I want, Sparrow, so we will make a trade!"
Jack looked over at Evangeline, water streaming down his face and making his kohl run. His brow was knit with anger and worry but she could not bring herself to look him in the eyes.
"I don't have what you want, Viktor!"
"Don't lie to me, Sparrow! I know you do! I will kill her!" He yelled, cocking his pistol and causing Geline to cry out again.
"Kill her like ya killed Annie? Ya gonna kill her in front of me?"
Geline could feel Boone shake with fury at Jack's words but he kept his gaze focused.
"I didn't mean to kill her! You made me!" He shouted, "Just give me the fucking map!"
"I don't have it," Jack said simply.
"I know you're lying, Sparrow!"
The rain continued to pour and Evangeline was so deeply cold, every part of her ached and she silently begged for sleep.
"Let her go, Viktor, she is of no use to ya."
"And what is she to you!? Is she your girl? Are you lovers, perhaps? No, know how you work, Jack, this girl is merely your whore, isn't she? You can't love, not after Annie, can you? Jack Sparrow, uses women's bodies to try and fill his empty heart, a heart that cannot commit, and then he leaves them! You killed her, Jack, you killed Jeanne with your selfish ways! And now she is gone and no woman can take her place. So, you bed any common street whore to preoccupy yourself from your guilt!"
Jack closed his eyes and Evangeline continued to cry as she saw the pain on his face. She watched him struggle with the words Boone had said. Time seemed to stop, except for the rain. All eyes were on Jack, who looked almost broken. Elizabeth was at his side; her and her crew were visibly ready to pounce at Jack's say so. After a while, Jack's fists clenched at his side as he opened his eyes and gazed at Geline intently before turning to Viktor.
"No, Viktor, I loved her. I would have never hurt her! I loved her, and she loved me! She never loved ya and ya couldn't handle that! She wanted me, and ya killed her because if ya couldn't have her, neither could I! It was your hate that killed Annie, Viktor. You didn't love her!"
Evangeline felt Boone falter for a moment as he took in what Jack had yelled. But he came back even stronger and pushed Geline down roughly onto her knees.
"Take the mutt. We are taking over the Pearl. You have that map, and I will find it if I have to pull the thing apart, board by board."
"And what of my ship?" Elizabeth boldly shouted, pushing her way past Jack.
"My men will take it along with the Pearl, to Scotland."
"Like hell they will, that shi…"
"Lizzie!" Jack shouted angrily, "Leave it be!"
Elizabeth stopped, and Geline could tell she wanted desperately to fight Jack on his words, but she didn't.
"Sparrow, your men will obey my word. They are to stay in the brig of the Pearl and the other ship until our arrival! All of you MOVE!"
Boone's men held their pistols high and forced the crew members to move down the beach. Jack quickly moved towards Evangeline and bent down to hug her.
"Are ya alright? Did he hurt ya? Did he touch ya? Why did ya go off on yer own? God, tell me you're alright!"
"I….I'm so cold," she whispered.
"I know, luv. I'm sorry. Let's get you dressed. Come on," Jack said, taking her hand and helping her up, "Here, lean against me, I've got ya."
Jack helped Evangeline along the beach as a member of Boone's crew shouted at them to go faster.
"Shut the hell up!" Jack yelled before re-focusing his attentions on Geline.
"Are ya hurt?"
"No."
"Did he touch you? Did any of them touch you?"
"I'm alright now," she whispered, holding onto him tightly.
Boone's men were shuffling everyone along like cattle. They pushed and prodded, cursed and even shot a few warning shots into the air.
"Geline, I need ya to listen to me, ok? Boone is gonna interrogate everyone about the map, including yourself. Do ya remember the promise ya made me?" he whispered into her ear.
"I never forgot."