The Secret of Hell Water
(A/N- Ahhhh!! Just WRITING this chapter sent my heart racing. Oh man- I don't think I've ever typed so fast in my life (and I'm pretty fast!) But it took a long time to revise… this was NOT an easy one to write. Sorry if it's a little late!
…Okay… I don't know why I did it… but those of you who like Jack/Will slash will like this chapter… o.O It's not REALLY slash… I mean- not in the usual sense, and only a little bit. If you could even call it that…
… Oi vey… I don't know what I'm saying. Anyways, on with the next chapter!
(Revision- 8-24-03- I originally uploaded this chapter without running spellcheck! (Keels over with embarrassment) Ohhhh—man, I'm SO sorry- sometimes I just get too eager to put the chappie online, ya know? Anyways- stupid errors are fixed now.)
Chapter 14- Escape
The precious light grew steadily less as she made her descent. Emma's adrenaline was back up and her heart raced. The terror that was threatening to overwhelm her at what she was doing was fighting back and forth with the insatiable desire for the treasure she coveted. At this moment, desire for The Blade of Neptune was winning. She kept a sharp eye for any unexpected movement in her limited field of view. Her eyes, the same color as the ocean's depths began to slowly adjust and take into account the lack of light. It wasn't too much longer before she approached the bottom of the bay; eerie shapes of the rotting hulls of ships and striped masts slowly came into focus.
She wondered which ship was the Donalda. By the looks of things, there were other brave sailors who'd managed to get as far as the whirlpool of Hell Water. It was surprising, but not impossible. Unfortunately for them, it looked as though that was where they're journey had ended.
All her senses were attune to every sound and movement in the eerie stillness. There were a few fish, but the ocean floor was sandy and more or less vacant from any form of vegetation. She swam low, slinking in between the sunken ships, scanning the darkness as one shape after another came into view.
" It would have fallen around here…" She thought. And then her eyes caught the sight of the giant boulder as it suddenly came into view. It lay askew amidst two halves of a large galleon.
Her heart leapt in her throat and her courage almost abandoned her. She dashed behind some sunken debris and waited in dread. After a moment, she managed to calm her frazzled nerves, and chanced a glance at the rock.
The shark was not there, along with the chain it had been attached too. Her heart sunk and a great foreboding washed over her, depleting her courage further.
" It must have gotten the chain free… that grapple must be well lodged in its mouth." She thought with dismay. Emma did not like the idea of trying to find the monster in this murky water. The shark would have the advantage of being able to sense her movements before she would even know it was there. With these ponderings, Emma left her hiding place and began to cautiously backtrack her way through the shipwreck graveyard. Thinking about any other possible way she might be able to bait it.
" Maybe I could find some more sea lions… it likes to eat those… I could lure it with them?"
Then her ears picked up a strange metallic jingle that echoed faintly in the water. She froze in terror and knew it as the sound of the chain trailing from the shark's mouth. All thoughts of baiting the shark flew from her mind in that instant. The kind of fear that she'd experienced during the first chase overwhelmed her. What was she thinking? She had no possible hope of getting her knife! That thing was free and more than capable of eating her in an instant. It was free…
The words ran through her mind over and over again, draining her courage. She did not have the resources she needed, and it would be folly to attempt what she had been considering.
The jingle echoed again faintly in her ears, proof of the shark's presence in the area. It was a frightfully unnatural sound to hear in the quiet depths, and made her skin prickle with terror. She did not know if it was stalking her, but she was not about to stay to find out. She shot away like a bullet, angling herself sharply upwards.
" I need a plan!" She thought desperately, to frightened to bother looking back. " I need… Jack! Jack will have a plan! He always does!! Yes, we'll all go back to the Black Pearl, and make a plan!"
Not knowing what else to do in such a situation, she clung onto this hope in Jack Sparrow's undeniable brilliance in such matters. It gave her a little reassurance to replace the terror. But that did not slow her progress, speeding along as fast as her fins would take her, she could see the dark rounded shape of the Black Pearl's hull in the distance, and the strong downward current that would take her to the treasure, and Captain Jack Sparrow.
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" Jack, we're never going to get all this treasure on that ship!" cried Elizabeth. " I could almost swear that the coins are multiplying!"
" It's Captain, love." Jack corrected her patiently as he dropped a large chest tied securely with ropes into the water with Will's help. He turned to her and grinned. The gold in his teeth sparkled in the flickering torchlight. " That would be a nice treasure to have wouldn't it? One that multiplies?"
" You're missing the point." Elizabeth said acidly.
" We've gotten a fair amount." Will said, trying to curb Elizabeth's frustration. " I'd say we've gotten more than half, don't you think so Jack?"
" Captain! Captain!" Jack corrected him not so patiently this time around. Then turned and mused over the remaining treasure. " We've gotten all the priciest swag on the ship already, so I'd say we've got the bulk of the value of the treasure---"
He trailed off as Elizabeth set a slide of coin loose with a large sweep of her hand. The gold cascaded down into a bag the she'd propped open near the base of the pile. With a grin, she snatched it up and secured it closed. She was about to deposit it for collection onto the ship, when an unusual glimmer caught her eye at the top of the treasure pile. She looked up to regard a brilliant red gem, about the side of a child's fist nestled among the loose coin.
Jack had caught site of this as well. He strode over to it and clasped his hand over the jewel, then pulled it free from the coin that had been burying it moments before. Apparently, the gem was not by itself, but part of some larger artifact. As he pulled it free from the loose coin, it revealed itself to be a long, six-foot staff of solid gold, intricately carved in relief all up and down its narrow shaft.
" That's beautiful!" Breathed Elizabeth in wonder.
Jack's face, which had been filled with awe just moments before, broke into a genuine grin, and he glanced back at them with sparkling eyes.
" Do you know who's it was?" Asked Will
" Not a clue, mate." Jack said, gesturing vaguely aside with his free hand. " But I do know this… it'll fetch a fair price!"
Suddenly, the water behind them erupted in a great shower of droplets. The splash had a resounding echo that bounced back and forth amongst the bare walls of the cave. Jack, Will and Elizabeth all jumped in surprise and spun around to see what the sudden commotion was. Their gaze all fell on the pale, trembling figure of Emma. Her eyes were so wide; they could see the whites all around her unnaturally dark pupils. She flung out both arms onto the stone shelf for support, breathing in shallow, terrified gasps. Her soaking hair plastered itself unflatteringly to the sides of her pale, frightened face and water ran down her nose and over the contours of her forehead in tiny rivulets.
" Emma!" Cried Elizabeth and Will together. They both dashed over to her, sinking to their knees in front of the terror-struck mermaid.
Jack's eyes had widened as his only indication to his concern. He stepped over to kneel beside Will and Elizabeth, who were coaxingly trying to get Emma to talk to them. She seemed to be too frightened to get any words to come out.
" Shall ye tell us what's happened, love…?" Jack's low, silky voice made Emma's head turn. She looked up into the face of the pirate, and saw concern etched on his features. He was so gorgeous in that instant with his genuine concern, that she managed a calming breath and closed her eyes. She collected her wits, and though her heart was still hammering in her chest, and her adrenaline rushed through her veins, she managed to speak with relative calmness.
" It's out there… somewhere." She said hesitantly. " We need to go back to the ship… we need to come up with a plan!"
" A plan?" Jack's brows furrowed, Will and Elizabeth watched their exchange silently. " Are ye telling us, that the shark is freely roaming again?"
" Yes! We have to capture that thing! We have to do something!"
" Whoa there, darling!" Jack said exasperated, throwing his head back and swaying on his heels. " I don't fancy trying to capture the blighter. We're pirates, not big-game seadogs… we don't have the means to take on such a venture…savvy?"
" Jack, if what she says is true, we need to get back to the ship." Said Will fervently. " That shark will be back in the area soon. We need to get out now!"
" But—" Emma tried to interrupt. " You can't kill it… just to capture—"
" --Save yer breath for swimming, darling." Jack said as the three grabbed their last bags of loot and tied them to the remaining ropes.
" No! You don't understand—it's got—"
" --I can tie my own knots!" Elizabeth argued with Will, drowning out Emma's nervous pleading. The mermaid seemed to be temporarily forgotten as the three treasure hunters busied themselves with the preparations for a swift return to the ship. Will's face darkened as he fussed by checking and rechecking to see Elizabeth's rope was secure.
" A bowline will be more secure!" and he reinforced her rope by re-knotting the dangling end.
Elizabeth allowed him to fuss over her with a peevish expression, and then looked up to regard Jack. She started with a sudden look of surprise. " You're not taking that are you Jack?"
The Pirate Captain stood beside the edge of the water in relaxed posture, ready and waiting for them patiently. One hand was lightly resting on the hilt of his sword, and the other held the ruby topped staff, resting it against his shoulder. He had been regarding them with an amused expression, but at Elizabeth's question, he glanced at the golden object with a dubious look, as if he'd forgotten he'd been carrying it.
" It'll slow your progress." She added matter-of-factly.
Jack's dubious expression turned incredulous. He was adamant about keeping this rare prize. " This here, is five years supply of rum alone!" he objected, and clutched it tightly to his chest. " I can take it, all by me onesie!"
Emma watched their preparation with growing anticipation. She wanted to tell Jack about her treasure that was at this moment, stuck in the side of the shark.
" Jack! It's really important, I have to tell you!" Her insistent pleading finally made heads turn.
" Aye? Ye can tell me when we've reached the ship. But first, would ye swim below and have a peek to see if the coast is clear, love?"
Emma balked at his complete evasion of her insistence, and then it occurred to her that this new information might seem a trifle overwhelming in the present, hurried circumstances. Jack certainly didn't have time to worry about whether or not The Blade of Neptune was partially imbedded in the hide of the great shark. She grudgingly agreed in her mind that it would be more prudent to talk about it once they were safely aboard The Black Pearl. She gave Jack a short nod in response to his request and dove down into the water to peer from underneath the overhanging shelf. She took a cautious look around, and with the exception of a school of codfish that swam idly by, there appeared to be no other shadows of movement that would denote the lurking predator.
She swam back up to them and gave her report.
With this assurance that the coast was clear, Jack's eyes alighted with anticipation. He turned to Elizabeth and gave a mock bow. " Lady's first, m'dear."
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at him but kept her mouth shut. With imperial grace, she sauntered to the edge, gave her lifeline two sharp tugs (to signal her ascent to the crew above), took a tremendous breath of air, and dove into the water.
Emma turned and dove down soon after with a large splash, following closely behind Elizabeth.
Will followed closely behind, and Jack made up the rear.
The group all swam sharply downwards until they cleared the overhang. The ropes went instantly taught and began to pull them steadily towards the ship. Elizabeth and Will kicked hard, trying to aid their ascent and simultaneously fighting against the opposing current.
Emma had to work hard to swim against the current, she had no ropes to aid her, but it was doable with her powerful tail. Instead of concentrating on holding her breath, as the others had to do, she kept a sharp eye out for any sign of the giant predator. So far the coast was still clear. It did not help her nervousness though. And the tension continued to mount as they slowly rose higher and higher towards the sparkling light that reflected off the surface of the water.
Jack was falling further and further behind. The added weight of his coveted ruby topped treasure was making his ascent twice as difficult for the crew to haul. Emma became sorely tempted to swim down there and wrestle it out of his hands.
Then a swiftly moving shadow caught the corner of her eye from below. She let out a silent scream of terror as the shark finally revealed itself out from the depths. It was swimming straight for Jack!
All fear escaped her in that instant and she plunged down towards him, filled with nothing more than the need to save him. Will glanced back to see what was the matter, and a similar thought of rescue took hold of his mind. He began to resist the pull of the rope in a desperate attempt to go down and help his friend. Elizabeth was furthest ahead of everyone, and had almost reached the surface when she saw the horrifying scene below. The minute her head hit the surface of the water, she took a great breath and screamed at the pirates on board the ship to pull Jack out of the water, and fast!
But, that would not help Jack Sparrow. Being pulled against the current was no way to try and outdistance a hungry predator. Jack had seen the shark coming for him a split second before Emma had. Its monstrous jaws were agape as it charged in for the kill, and he acted upon reflex and jammed the gold staff he'd found amongst the treasure into the monsters mouth before it could chomp down on him.
Sandwiched between the pull of the rope and the gaping jaws of the shark, Jack found himself in a terrifying situation. Both the current, and the momentum of the shark, were working against him in attempting to draw him into the gaping jaws. All he could do was keep a firm hold on the staff with both arms flexed taught. With this only means of survival, he desperately tried to keep himself from getting sucked in.
Every muscle in his upper body was rigidly flexed, and screamed with the strain as he fought against the pull. Luckily, he was only in this precarious position for a moment. The shark, realizing that it could not close its jaws, suddenly bucked sharply backwards and the movement yanked the staff out of his hands. This deprived him of the resistance he'd needed against the up-thrust of the shark's momentum. The current quickly took him back into its downward grip.
The sudden jerk of the rope about his waist almost made him release his breath as it went unexpectedly taught. Jack found himself being tossed wildly as the great shark, which was greatly maddened by the obstruction in its jaws swam over him. It ran straight into his rope and the thick twist of cord that was his only connection to the ship got caught on a sharp tooth.
The timing was unlucky, gold is a soft metal and the staff was not liable to last long when pitted against the powerful jaws that were doing their best to close. The shark managed to bend the staff enough to dislodge it. As its mouth clamped shut, the rope was sheared straight through.
Jack, no longer having anything to tie him to the ship, floundered in the water for a moment, not sure exactly what happened, but fully conscious of his peril. With a huge grimace, he flung out his hands, desperate for anything that he might be able to use to keep himself from being swept away. They closed over the chain that trailed from the shark's mouth. His heart raced, he hadn't been so scared for his life in a long time. As a pirate, death was not something he feared greatly, however death by shark was not the way he would have chosen to go.
Despite these dire circumstances, a tiny voice in his head that was keeping its cool told him that it was better to be trailing behind the shark than in the way of its jaws. And so he kept a tight hold on the chain and allowed himself to be dragged through the water, clumsily bumping against the monsters side and trying hard to keep his grip through the sharp turns and twists that rocked him to and fro. His chest was seriously beginning to hurt. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to keep his breath.
At this moment, Emma arrived on the scene. Her fear for Jack outweighed her fear of the shark, and she swam straight for him as the monster tried to get its bearings. Carelessly, in too much of a hurry to get to Jack, she swam in the shark's line of site and it turned its attack on her. Jack found himself jerked unceremoniously through the water as it snapped a bite at her. Emma's swift reflexes, coupled with the momentum that the current gave her, was the only thing that managed to save her from getting bitten.
She thought her heart might burst with fear. She could imagine that Jack must be in desperate need for air by now. And he was at the complete mercy of where the shark would take him.
" If it wants to chase me, maybe I can use it to get Jack to the surface…" She acted on this idea without thinking it through, and angled herself sharply upwards.
But this brought her against the current, and even Emma was not strong enough to out swim a powerful burst of speed from the skillful predator when fighting the pull of the water.
Jack's face was set in a perpetual, ugly grimace as he found himself fighting to hold on against both the movement of the shark and the pull of the current. He thought his hands must be bloody and bruised with the white knuckled grip he exerted on that chain, and mused that the best way to immediately save himself would most likely be to let go and just return to the treasure cave. Then, he caught site of Emma who was vainly trying to out swim the shark against the pull of the current. She'd returned to save him, and had ended up on the dinner plate instead. But she'd made a fatal mistake by thinking that she could race the monster against the current. It would catch her for sure.
He didn't know what he could do. A panicked alarm for oxygen was going off in his brain, telling him that he'd reached beyond his limit. His lungs felt like they might burst, spots began to dance in front of his face. But he knew one thing for certain, he wasn't going to let her be eaten, it had been hard enough to watch her dive into that water back on board The Black Pearl when he knew what danger she would face. He'd done it out of necessity, but he'd also had a plan, and had been quite confident of her abilities.
To echo the increasing weakness of his body by its lack of air, one of his hands lost its hold and flailed out. He almost let go with the other as a consequence, but with terrific strain held fast. He grazed the smooth skin on the side of the shark as his body wheeled out and bumped against its side. His hand flailed out, and the fingers unexpectedly found and closed over a handle of some sort.
His mind was hazy, and air bubbles began to leak through his mouth and nose as his body began to give into the brains lack of oxygen. Somehow, he found the strength to draw this strange object out of the shark's body. In his foggy brain, he registered that it was a knife.
" I don't remember doing that…" that calm little voice in his head said dubiously, wondering where in the world the shark had gotten a knife stuck in it?
But that was all the time he had for musing, the shark's jaws were opening up towards Emma. It would be mere seconds before it would be able to make its kill.
He screwed up every last ounce of strength left, for he was at the very breaking point of his body's resistance to its lack of air, and through complete and total desperation, (and thank goodness for that amazing phenomenon called adrenaline) his eyes alighted with a chaotic fervor. He seemed suspended in a dream at that moment, and the underwater world went by in slow motion. With a terrific grimace, he exerted his aching muscles to pull himself higher up on the chain until he was level with the monstrous head, and with his free hand holding the knife, plunged it straight into the sharks rolling black eye.
This sudden attack by Captain Jack Sparrow happened a heartbeat before it closed its jaws on Emma. It had faltered in that brief instant with the pain and the surprise. The largest portion of Emma's lower body (which had been the intended target) was spared, but its razor teeth had caught one whole side of her long tailfins, tearing it straight off.
Not willing to stick around and become subject to another attack, the shark jerked around hard and shot off away into the distance. Jack was unable to resist this last burst of movement and lost his precarious hold on the chain, finally giving into his delirium. A stream of bubbles escaped through his mouth as he elapsed into unconsciousness.
Pain shot through Emma's entire body, and for that instant, she did not know what had just happened, and wondered if she'd lost her entire tail. No longer able to fight the current, she floundered, unable to swim straight or keep any semblance of balance. .
. She reached out her hands and barely grasped onto Jack's wrist as the current started to retake them, they were spent from their resistance. Tossing and turning downwards at the complete mercy of Hell Water, she drew herself close to Jack, terrified that he was dead and drowned.
Will had watched the entire episode while helplessly attached to the rope that was drawing him steadily upwards. It wasn't long before his head broke the surface. Elizabeth was already peering over the railing of the ship, calling frantically too him to get on board quickly. But he was not of a mind to run away, and finally able to get his bearings, the headstrong young man slipped a knife from a sheath at his waist, took a deep breath, then cut his own rope and plunged back into the water to see what he could do to help.
Emma and Jack had by now reached the end of the current and were at the overhang, but she was floundering about in the water vainly trying to get herself to move where she wanted too. Her balance was completely offset by Jack, who was weighing her down, as well as the unfortunate reality that she was missing half of her tail. Pain shot through her body with each attempt at movement, her body had begun its slow regeneration process, and she felt the compelling need to sleep. Her eyelids were terribly heavy.
In that moment and completely unexpected, she felt a strong arm wrap about her waist, she looked up in amazement to see Will! He had Jack in his other arm. With a healthy kick, he brought them both safely up into the cave.
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" We have to do something! Will, Emma and Jack are all down there!" Cried Elizabeth.
The crew looked nervous and panic stricken, they glanced at each other with worried looks.
" What can we do?" Asked Gibbs hesitantly. " None o' us are willing to dive down there, if that's what yer meaning is."
Elizabeth grimaced and looked about the deck frantically. The treasure had been carried below as it had been hauled up. There was no evidence on the deck that the ship had any riches at all with the exception that she sat lower in the water than before.
" Well, I am going back down there!" she declared, glaring at anyone willing to challenge her. " Jack's rope came up empty…they need ropes!"
" If they're not in that cave by now, they'd be dead." Said Quartetto nervously. He and Matellot had taken the shore boat back over to the Black Pearl. They'd been relieved to hear from Elizabeth that Emma had not been affected by the rockslide from earlier, but their fear was renewed at hearing that she, their captain, and Will were all under shark attack.
" If they got attacked by that shark, they ARE dead!" cried another pirate, and to this declaration, the rest solemnly agreed.
Gibbs looked up at the distant horizon. "And… I don't like the look of those clouds." He muttered under his breath. " Another storm is brewing."
Elizabeth followed his glance, and blanched at the dark storm clouds heading their way. She grimaced angrily and swore, which was quite uncommon for her. " Bloody awful timing!"
" We need to go before that storm hits." Said Crimp gruffly.
"The ship won't survive a beating in this place… pirates code!" said another.
" Into port in a storm!" cried Cotton's parrot.
" No! You can't leave yet! We still have some time." Elizabeth whirled about with a pleading look on her face. Then gestured to some of the loose, wet coils of rope that were still attached to the pulleys. " Just put three of those down with me, if they're in the cave, then we can use them to get out."
"And if they're not down there?" Said Anamaria with a grim expression.
Elizabeth paled, then squared her jaw and stood a little straighter. " Then… I suppose… you must follow the code…"
" Aye, she do be right… Jack's gotten himself out o' pretty bad trouble 'afore…" Gibbs said as he scratched his thinning head of hair, then squinted down at the choppy waves and set his jaw in a steady frown. " We'll wait ten minutes, no more! Lower the ropes!
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The torch had almost burned its way out when Will burst up through the water's surface, taking a huge breath of air. Without hesitation, he scrambled out of the water and pulled Jack's limp body up onto the shelf. Emma, still fighting for consciousness, weakly put her arms up and pulled herself with all her strength so that the top half of her body was resting on the narrow shelf of rock. The minute her cheek touched the cold stone, her body went limp as she fell into a deep unconsciousness.
Will glanced up at her. His jaw was grimly set with determination. He knew she was in no danger for her life, she couldn't die, wasn't that right? He looked down again to regard Jack, his heart beat wildly and his mind raced with a million nervous doubts about whether or not he was still alive. Will pressed two fingers firmly to the side of Jack's throat, and almost laughed with relief as he sensed a very faint pulse.
Will floundered for a moment. How did you make someone breathe again who wasn't dead? He tried to recall what he'd seen the doctor do at the Smithy once a few years ago, when Mr. Brown had asphyxiated himself by falling asleep too close to heavily smoking coals. The doctor had breathed into him.
Will's eyebrows knit together in concentration as he opened Jack's mouth as wide as he could and leaned in towards him. He clamped his lips solidly over the swarthy pirate's and he blew as hard as he could.
He heard the air whistling out of Jack's nose and brought his free hand up to clamp it shut. He blew again.
He repeated this a few times, beginning to loose hope that he would ever find success. Will didn't know anything about medicine, after all... and he wondered if what he was doing was even working in the slightest. Then, joyfully, the body underneath him convulsed. Will fell back on his heels in a flash as Jack shot up, a fountain of water spurted out of his mouth. He coughed for a short while, gasping for air and swayed dangerously where he sat. As soon as this fit of coughing abated, Jack looked about him in consternation.
" Am I dead?" He asked blindly after a few moments.
" No." Replied Will with obvious relief.
Jack seemed to collect his wits at this reply, then pursed his lips and turned to regard his savior. Will had a wide grin spread across his face. Jack brought his hand up and brushed his bottom lip with the tips of his fingers, the strangest, most dubious look of consternation was etched on his face as he realized what Will had done.
" Never… do that again…" Jack said in a comically demanding tone. Then he coughed a few more times and cleared his throat audibly. " Unless… of course…" His face fell into a contemplative frown as he tried to find the correct words. "… Similar circumstances…would merit…you know…"
" Of course." Will answered him hastily.
There was a very awkward silence. Then Jack noticed Emma lying partially on the shelf of rock behind Will. His dark eyes shot open in realization. Memory of the shark attack came back to him in a flash. He remembered how he'd nearly escaped being eaten whole, and Emma's attempt at rescue, and the shark's pursuit of her with him in tow.
Jack looked down to see he was clutching the hilt of a small dagger in his right hand. The blade was about as long as his hand span, and the hilt was smooth and cool and felt comfortable against his calloused palms. He wondered idly where in the world he had gotten it. It wasn't one of his. He couldn't see it well in the dark, but shrugged and slid it down his boot for safekeeping.
He couldn't recall Will saving him, or how he'd come to be back in the treasure cave, or anything for that matter of recent events… the last thing he remembered was being dragged through the water, thinking that Emma was going to get eaten, and that he would drown if he didn't get some air very, very soon.
Will hung back as Jack edged his way a short distance on shaky arms over to the unconscious mermaid. The lower half of her body was still immersed in the water. He glanced back at Will with one eyebrow sharply raised in a questioning look.
" I think the shark bit her." Will said with concern.
Jack's winced slightly at the thought. His mouth fell into a contemplative frown and he turned again to regard her with a strange sort of awe. Bringing one hand up, he traced a finger down the contours of her finely shaped jaw. "She'll be all righ'…" He said partially to Will, partially to himself, and a tiny smile broke across his face.
Silence descended in the cave as Jack stared down at the sleeping girl. Will was just about to ask him what he thought they should do now, when Elizabeth's head of tinkling, glittering beads and braids burst up through the surface of the water, splashing them all with a great wave of nervous energy.
" You ARE here!" She cried, holding up three ropes. "Hurry, we need to get out of here, or the ship is going to leave!"
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(A/N- CPR was invented right in 1734 (approx.). I stand corrected that according to the movies timeline (which would be 17th century- thank you Lissad)- it shouldn't have been invented yet… but what the hell. =P It's Hollywood.
