Chapter 3: The rescue
The next day was a dreary one. But, by evening, the weather cleared up just in time to catch the final rays of the glowing horizon. Elizabeth looked out into the distance at the sunset. It reminded her of home; her home with Will. She tried to convince herself she didn't miss Will, for she was terribly upset at him, but nothing could alter the way she felt.
"You ready, Ms. Swann?" Gibbs came up behind Elizabeth and handed her her cloak.
"Of course," Elizabeth gracefully put on her cloak and walked to the side of the ship, where she would be exiting to enter the island. Anamaria came up beside her.
"This is our stop," she said, pulling up the hood on her cloak. "You ready?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? If I didn't think I'd be ready, I wouldn't have come on this trip," Elizabeth said defensively. The two girls walked onto the sandy beach and Elizabeth looked up at the huge cliff that stood beside her on the island. "This way," Anamaria motioned Elizabeth to follow her through the deep cluster of trees that stood in front of them. As they approached the center of the island, a faint noise was to be heard. "Stop. Do you hear that?" Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks, as the noise she heard grew louder. "Relax. It's only music from their nightly ritual." "Nightly ritual? Like a sacrifice?" "Well, in some cases, yes. In this case.well, you never know." A worried look crossed Elizabeth's face as they ventured closer to the ceremony. When they finally reached it, they peered through the bushes, only to catch sight of Jack; who was looking incredibly at home lounging on a raised pedestal. The women were dancing around a fire right in front of him. "This is the plan: I'll distract them while you get Jack," said Anamaria. "All right," Elizabeth waited until Anamaria left before she discretely snuck out of the bushes towards Jack. But, when she got there, Jack was gone. "Jack? Where did he go?" All of a sudden, in the distance she heard a familiar song: "Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, we loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho!" "Jack." Elizabeth scrambled up and ran past the ceremony onto the other side of the island. And, sure enough, Jack was standing on the beach, drunk as ever, singing his heart out. Elizabeth ran towards him. "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me-" "Jack!" Jack whipped around and squinted at Elizabeth. He was swaying a little, and incredibly drunk. "Elizabeth? Oh, Elizabeth! Darling, glad you're here. Sing with me, will you? Like old times. Drink up me-" "No, Jack, we must get out of here. I'm here to rescue you!" "Rescue me, love? Are you blind? I'm not in any trouble!" "I knew you'd say that. Listen-your crew is waiting for you just around the corner. These women will kill you. That's why they captured you! Now, come on." "No-I think I'll pass." "Too bad, you have no choice," Elizabeth said as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him in the direction of the ship. When they almost reached the Black Pearl, Anamaria came bolting towards them. "Elizabeth, run!" "What?" "They're after us! Hurry!" "Anamaria! You're here too! It's like a bloody party!" Jack said, as he stumbled onto the ship. All of a sudden, hundreds of arrows came flooding towards them. Immediately, the crew of the Black Pearl started loading their cannons and shooting at the women. They began to pull the ship away, when Jack got shot with an arrow. "Jack!" The fight only lasted for another 10 minutes. Then, Elizabeth took the knocked out Jack downstairs and began to tend to his wound. Luckily, the arrow had got him in the shoulder, barely missing his heart. Jack woke up to find himself lying on a bed with no shirt and no hat. His two favorite things. "Me shirt. Where's me shirt?" he asked in an upset tone. "I had to take it off in order to tend to your wound," said Elizabeth calmly. "Besides, why does it matter so much?" "Because love; it's me shirt." "Well, it's right over there. But, since the arrow went through it there's a hole and some blood. So, I suggest you wear a different shirt." "Another shirt?" "Yes." "Love, that's me one and only shirt." "What are you saying? You've got only one shirt?" "Aye. Pirates don't have many different clothes. (Under his breath) That's why you could never be a pirate." "Well, then I suppose I could wash and mend your shirt for you then. There we are. All fixed up." "Wonderful." "Well, I guess you should return to your cabin then." Jack started to chuckle, and at this, Elizabeth shot him a confused look. "Love, this is mecabin." "No, this is my cabin. Mr. Gibbs gave it to me last night." "Well, obviously Mr. Gibbs wasn't thinking about where his loyal captain would sleep." "Well, where do you expect me to sleep, then?" "Well, I guess you'll have to figure that out, then, won't you?" Jack closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep, when Elizabeth threw his hat at him and he opened his eyes. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?!" "Jack Sparrow! You give me a place to sleep right now or I'll throw you right over the side of this ship!" Elizabeth yelled at the top of her lungs. "Fine! Bloody women. You can sleep here." "Thank you." Jack closed his eyes again. "I thought you said I could sleep here!" "Well, you didn't expect me to get out of bed, did you, love?" "Well, where do you want me to sleep then? The floor?" "Fine! Sleep in the bed. But-I'm not moving, so sleep close to the edge." "What?! This is preposterous!" "You want a place to sleep or not!" "Fine." Elizabeth reluctantly got on the bed, as close as the edge as possible. "I'm injured. I need my beauty sleep." Jack said as Elizabeth rolled his eyes. Soon, Jack started to snore, and Elizabeth sighed as she pulled a pillow over her face.
The next day was a dreary one. But, by evening, the weather cleared up just in time to catch the final rays of the glowing horizon. Elizabeth looked out into the distance at the sunset. It reminded her of home; her home with Will. She tried to convince herself she didn't miss Will, for she was terribly upset at him, but nothing could alter the way she felt.
"You ready, Ms. Swann?" Gibbs came up behind Elizabeth and handed her her cloak.
"Of course," Elizabeth gracefully put on her cloak and walked to the side of the ship, where she would be exiting to enter the island. Anamaria came up beside her.
"This is our stop," she said, pulling up the hood on her cloak. "You ready?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? If I didn't think I'd be ready, I wouldn't have come on this trip," Elizabeth said defensively. The two girls walked onto the sandy beach and Elizabeth looked up at the huge cliff that stood beside her on the island. "This way," Anamaria motioned Elizabeth to follow her through the deep cluster of trees that stood in front of them. As they approached the center of the island, a faint noise was to be heard. "Stop. Do you hear that?" Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks, as the noise she heard grew louder. "Relax. It's only music from their nightly ritual." "Nightly ritual? Like a sacrifice?" "Well, in some cases, yes. In this case.well, you never know." A worried look crossed Elizabeth's face as they ventured closer to the ceremony. When they finally reached it, they peered through the bushes, only to catch sight of Jack; who was looking incredibly at home lounging on a raised pedestal. The women were dancing around a fire right in front of him. "This is the plan: I'll distract them while you get Jack," said Anamaria. "All right," Elizabeth waited until Anamaria left before she discretely snuck out of the bushes towards Jack. But, when she got there, Jack was gone. "Jack? Where did he go?" All of a sudden, in the distance she heard a familiar song: "Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, we loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho!" "Jack." Elizabeth scrambled up and ran past the ceremony onto the other side of the island. And, sure enough, Jack was standing on the beach, drunk as ever, singing his heart out. Elizabeth ran towards him. "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me-" "Jack!" Jack whipped around and squinted at Elizabeth. He was swaying a little, and incredibly drunk. "Elizabeth? Oh, Elizabeth! Darling, glad you're here. Sing with me, will you? Like old times. Drink up me-" "No, Jack, we must get out of here. I'm here to rescue you!" "Rescue me, love? Are you blind? I'm not in any trouble!" "I knew you'd say that. Listen-your crew is waiting for you just around the corner. These women will kill you. That's why they captured you! Now, come on." "No-I think I'll pass." "Too bad, you have no choice," Elizabeth said as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him in the direction of the ship. When they almost reached the Black Pearl, Anamaria came bolting towards them. "Elizabeth, run!" "What?" "They're after us! Hurry!" "Anamaria! You're here too! It's like a bloody party!" Jack said, as he stumbled onto the ship. All of a sudden, hundreds of arrows came flooding towards them. Immediately, the crew of the Black Pearl started loading their cannons and shooting at the women. They began to pull the ship away, when Jack got shot with an arrow. "Jack!" The fight only lasted for another 10 minutes. Then, Elizabeth took the knocked out Jack downstairs and began to tend to his wound. Luckily, the arrow had got him in the shoulder, barely missing his heart. Jack woke up to find himself lying on a bed with no shirt and no hat. His two favorite things. "Me shirt. Where's me shirt?" he asked in an upset tone. "I had to take it off in order to tend to your wound," said Elizabeth calmly. "Besides, why does it matter so much?" "Because love; it's me shirt." "Well, it's right over there. But, since the arrow went through it there's a hole and some blood. So, I suggest you wear a different shirt." "Another shirt?" "Yes." "Love, that's me one and only shirt." "What are you saying? You've got only one shirt?" "Aye. Pirates don't have many different clothes. (Under his breath) That's why you could never be a pirate." "Well, then I suppose I could wash and mend your shirt for you then. There we are. All fixed up." "Wonderful." "Well, I guess you should return to your cabin then." Jack started to chuckle, and at this, Elizabeth shot him a confused look. "Love, this is mecabin." "No, this is my cabin. Mr. Gibbs gave it to me last night." "Well, obviously Mr. Gibbs wasn't thinking about where his loyal captain would sleep." "Well, where do you expect me to sleep, then?" "Well, I guess you'll have to figure that out, then, won't you?" Jack closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep, when Elizabeth threw his hat at him and he opened his eyes. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?!" "Jack Sparrow! You give me a place to sleep right now or I'll throw you right over the side of this ship!" Elizabeth yelled at the top of her lungs. "Fine! Bloody women. You can sleep here." "Thank you." Jack closed his eyes again. "I thought you said I could sleep here!" "Well, you didn't expect me to get out of bed, did you, love?" "Well, where do you want me to sleep then? The floor?" "Fine! Sleep in the bed. But-I'm not moving, so sleep close to the edge." "What?! This is preposterous!" "You want a place to sleep or not!" "Fine." Elizabeth reluctantly got on the bed, as close as the edge as possible. "I'm injured. I need my beauty sleep." Jack said as Elizabeth rolled his eyes. Soon, Jack started to snore, and Elizabeth sighed as she pulled a pillow over her face.