Anamaria stood starboard on the Black Pearl. She stared at the stars above
her, listened to the sea below her. She didn't take Morpheous's ship. She
didn't want it. She belonged on the Black Pearl and that was where she was
going to stay.
Jack had given out rigerous demands that they wouldn't stop looking until they found Angel. And Anamaria had to admit, the ship was different without Angel around. Jack was different.
As her gaze lowered to meet the purplish horizon, Anamaria noticed that there wasn't just water there. Not just water at all.
In fact, was that.land?
But it couldn't be. They had sailed these waters many times and never once had they seen land in that place. Could it be a whale? No! much too big to be a whale. It was an island alright. And island out of no where.
Anamaria ran up to the mast and climbed the ladder to the crow's nest. There she rang the cowbell that hung on a heavy piece of twine and shouted, "LAND HO!"
First man to come out was the Captain, who was wearied but awake. "What in bloody 'ell do ye mean, Anamaria? There be no land about 'ere, luv." Five more men came on board.
Anamaria rolled her eyes and jumped off the ladder she was climbing down. "Well, Captain," she scowled, "Why don't YOU take a gander off the ship, starboard, LOVE."
"Yer mocking me! Agh! Women!" For a moment, the old Jack shined through. He leaned on the walls of his beloved Black Pearl and looked out, squinting. Suddenly, he pulled out his compass. ' It will always point to where you want to go.'
And it pointed straight off the starboard, and when Jack followed the needle, looked to the horizon, there was an island there, a spit of land that was never there before.
"Land ho, ye scabberous dogs! All hands on the bloody deck!" Jack said, running to the wheel. He spun it roughly to point 'is Pearl at the island.
***
Angel sat in a palm tree and looked out to the ocean. Tomorrow afternoon, she would be hitching a ride on Adam's ship to Tortuga, then commendeering her own ship. She'd recruit a crew later.for now she just wanted to be alone with the sea.
Angel turned her head and looked out the other way. There was still a hint of red from the sunset that had occurred not too long ago. She looked back the other way, but was surprised to see that the diminishing light reflected off more than the water. Was that...a ship?
Yes! But was it..Was it the Black Pearl? Was Jack...it was too much to hope for.
Angel jumped off the palm tree, doing a flip in the air to slow her descent. She landed and bent her knees to absorbed whatever shock the sand didn't absord. Then she stood, questioning if she really cared about any pain that might hit her. A solitary tear fell into the sand. Maybe someday she's be thankful for the force of habit she just commited.
She looked towards the horizon again. The ship was closer, much closer, and Angel could now recognize the black sails, the pirate flag. It was the Black Pearl.
She ran with quick feet across the still-warm sand to where Adam had set up camp. And despite all her efforts, Angel could not tell if she was anxious, upset, nervous, ecstatic. All she knew is that for the first time in almost a year and nine months, she had a serious craving for coffee in a styrofoam cup.
Adam was sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms crossed on them, and his head leaning on his arms. Angel slowed down, walked carefully. Silently, she sat beside him, the previous, confusing excitement currently deminished. She crossed her legs, indian style, and Adam straightened his back and looked at her. After a few moments of staring into each other's eyes, Adam reached his arm over and put in on Angel's shoulders, drawing her into him. She leaned on his strong, ornamented chest, so different from what it was almost two years ago.
"The Black Pearl is on the horizon. It's coming right toward this island," Angel said. She snuggled closer to Adam and let herself cry.
Adam looked out and frowned at the looming sight of a ship. In his mind, he promised to Jack that if he hurt Eve in any sense, one more time, he would kill him.
Jack had given out rigerous demands that they wouldn't stop looking until they found Angel. And Anamaria had to admit, the ship was different without Angel around. Jack was different.
As her gaze lowered to meet the purplish horizon, Anamaria noticed that there wasn't just water there. Not just water at all.
In fact, was that.land?
But it couldn't be. They had sailed these waters many times and never once had they seen land in that place. Could it be a whale? No! much too big to be a whale. It was an island alright. And island out of no where.
Anamaria ran up to the mast and climbed the ladder to the crow's nest. There she rang the cowbell that hung on a heavy piece of twine and shouted, "LAND HO!"
First man to come out was the Captain, who was wearied but awake. "What in bloody 'ell do ye mean, Anamaria? There be no land about 'ere, luv." Five more men came on board.
Anamaria rolled her eyes and jumped off the ladder she was climbing down. "Well, Captain," she scowled, "Why don't YOU take a gander off the ship, starboard, LOVE."
"Yer mocking me! Agh! Women!" For a moment, the old Jack shined through. He leaned on the walls of his beloved Black Pearl and looked out, squinting. Suddenly, he pulled out his compass. ' It will always point to where you want to go.'
And it pointed straight off the starboard, and when Jack followed the needle, looked to the horizon, there was an island there, a spit of land that was never there before.
"Land ho, ye scabberous dogs! All hands on the bloody deck!" Jack said, running to the wheel. He spun it roughly to point 'is Pearl at the island.
***
Angel sat in a palm tree and looked out to the ocean. Tomorrow afternoon, she would be hitching a ride on Adam's ship to Tortuga, then commendeering her own ship. She'd recruit a crew later.for now she just wanted to be alone with the sea.
Angel turned her head and looked out the other way. There was still a hint of red from the sunset that had occurred not too long ago. She looked back the other way, but was surprised to see that the diminishing light reflected off more than the water. Was that...a ship?
Yes! But was it..Was it the Black Pearl? Was Jack...it was too much to hope for.
Angel jumped off the palm tree, doing a flip in the air to slow her descent. She landed and bent her knees to absorbed whatever shock the sand didn't absord. Then she stood, questioning if she really cared about any pain that might hit her. A solitary tear fell into the sand. Maybe someday she's be thankful for the force of habit she just commited.
She looked towards the horizon again. The ship was closer, much closer, and Angel could now recognize the black sails, the pirate flag. It was the Black Pearl.
She ran with quick feet across the still-warm sand to where Adam had set up camp. And despite all her efforts, Angel could not tell if she was anxious, upset, nervous, ecstatic. All she knew is that for the first time in almost a year and nine months, she had a serious craving for coffee in a styrofoam cup.
Adam was sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms crossed on them, and his head leaning on his arms. Angel slowed down, walked carefully. Silently, she sat beside him, the previous, confusing excitement currently deminished. She crossed her legs, indian style, and Adam straightened his back and looked at her. After a few moments of staring into each other's eyes, Adam reached his arm over and put in on Angel's shoulders, drawing her into him. She leaned on his strong, ornamented chest, so different from what it was almost two years ago.
"The Black Pearl is on the horizon. It's coming right toward this island," Angel said. She snuggled closer to Adam and let herself cry.
Adam looked out and frowned at the looming sight of a ship. In his mind, he promised to Jack that if he hurt Eve in any sense, one more time, he would kill him.