Chapter 4

That night the storm finally cleared off and the boats got into talking distance, the Black Pearl took a nasty beating but the crews spirits were up, they got the gypsy on board, but the Elizabeth crew we're all low because they lost there captain and they couldn't get him back. They were mainly scared of what Jack was going to say, or yell.

"You guys didn't get too much damage, where's Will, I want to talk to him," Jack said crossing a board onto the Elizabeth. The silence and the fact that the whole crew wouldn't even look at him got him worried, "well, where is he?"

"We had a man overboard during the storm," Ben said quietly still staring at the floor, "And, he, erm, we'll he didn't come back up."

"Oh, well, he's knocked me out and left me with a bunch of cursed pirates before, I think he'll be fine," Jack said happily.

"But, but he's dead, that's far from fine!" Anthony said loudly looking up at Jack.

"Don't you worry bout that, son, the ladies of the sea will take care of him. This is the part of the ocean where all pirates are taken care of, nothing bad will never happen to a man while he's in these waters," an older crew member said to Anthony from the Black Pearl. Jack winked at him and climbed back over to his boat.

"Go check on the girl, Anthony," Ben ordered. Anthony moped away down underneath while the other members of both boats hurried around getting ready for sail again.

"Thanks for telling him that story, real worry wart that'un," Ben called over to the old pirate.

"It ain't a story, happened to me before, They'll take care of him," He called back walking away to lift the sails.

"Don't worry bout him, that's Old Man Tucker, always telling far fetch stories like that," a middle aged pirate set his hand on Bens shoulder.

Elizabeth was thrown in a corner with the ropes digging into her skin.

"You have you're ring, why do you want me?" she called out to a hopefully listening gypsy. She had been talking or asking non-stop question for the last 3 hours, often repeating herself. For awhile some listened to her, then they just left her. "I'm quite hungry, is there any food?"

She heard footsteps coming around the corner. A women came around carrying a tray with some bread, a bit of meat, and juice.

"Its not much, but its all we can spare. All of us get this much," She said putting everything in front of her.

Elizabeth looked at her for a second, her hands were still tied behind her back, was she suppose to eat it straight off the plate?

She soon figured this problem out and untied her completely.

"Don't you think I'd run away?" Elizabeth asked picking up the meat. The women laughed a bit while she sat down against the wall.

"No, no, You would never be able to get out of here without being seen," She said resting her head against the wall, "We aren't much for violence, and mind you what we did today was completely different from our ways. All we want is a bit of money, we figure if we catch Jack Sparrow we trade him in for some pounds and we're happy, and you can go be with your husband. We tried to get him with the ring but he barely got out of our grasp," She explained.

"So, I'm bait?" Elizabeth asked through bite of bread. When the women nodded, Elisabeth responded, "well, you've got a mistake in your plan. I'm married to Will Turner, not Jack Sparrow, thank goodness."

"Yes, but if Mr. Turner comes, our way of staying alive comes."

A loud clap of thunder told them there was a storm going on outside.

"Where are we?" Elizabeth asked yet another question.

"In an old church, we find sanctuary in here," she said plainly.

Elizabeth talked with her a bit more and found that gypsies were similar to pirates in a lot of ways, then they were totally different also. When night rolled around, Charity the women, Took Elizabeth down to a big room where all the Gypsies dance, drank, and talked among one another. There life seemed like it was one big party. When Elizabeth walked in and people noticed her, they didn't seem angry or upset, they actually smiled and gave her rum. The woman pulled her onto the dance floor and taught her how to do different kinds of dancing, then how they mixed two together.

Around ten o' clock Elizabeth was pulled into a game of poker that gambled with different items of a kitchen. A younger man sat down and started talking to Elizabeth with a normal conversation, there was a pause and he asked about Will, it seemed like the whole room got quiet and everyone looked at her.

Her heart felt like someone was squeezing it, she didn't want to think about Will, she knew it would hurt to bad. She couldn't even remember the feeling of being so happy.

"Will…" She mumbled under her breath, "…can't…breath!" With that she clutched her chest and passed out.