Chapter 8: Old Acquaintances

"I curse the day Jack Sparrow was ever born," Elizabeth said as she brushed her hair out. She sat on the edge of her bed, peering into the night sky. She sighed heavily, and looked over at the sleeping Will, who had been badly hurt in his little duel with Jack. Elizabeth stopped brushing her hair and crawled into bed.
"That bloody pirate. I'm going to get him," and with that, she closed her eyes.

Jack stood at the wheel of his ship and looked at the starry sky. His gaze was serious, and pondering. All of a sudden, a small tap was heard. Jack turned his head, but saw nothing. Then, he heard it again. But, this time, an arm came around his neck, pulling him down. His hands were quickly tied together, and as he looked up, he saw a very familiar face peering down at him, and his eyes widened.

Elizabeth sat up in bed, startled. "Something's not right," she said.

"Barbossa," said Jack, eyes still widened. "Why Jack. Long time no see."
"Yes, well, I thought it'd be a bit longer based your circumstances.last I saw yer.I mean, you weren't exactly."
"Alive. I know. Yeah, well see, me monkey, you remember him, don't yer, Jack? The one I named after yer."
"How could I forget?"
"Yes, well Jack, he be a good one. See, I always said I led two lives. One being me self, and one in me monkey."
"That's very interesting," said Jack to himself.
"Now, I've come to get me revenge. You're comin' with me, Jack Sparrow." Jack's eyes widened. Barbossa's men dragged Jack behind Barbossa, as they walked toward across the plank to his ship. "Couldn't we work something out, Barbossa? I mean, some sort of little agreement?" "Now why ever would we want to do that, Jack? Men, you all remember Jack Sparrow, don't yer? He's gonna be joinin' us on our trip." "Really? That's okay. You can enjoy yer trip by yerselves. I'll just go on back to me ship-" "You won't be going anywhere, Jack. I'm never gonna let you outta my sight, again." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, that means, when we get to the island, [he makes the "slicing throat" motion]." "Right." "Gentlemen! Put Mr. Jack down below.with the others." "There are others?" Barbossa's crew put Jack inside one of the cells. Jack looks around and sees some rotting skeletons in the corner. He cringes.

~ The Next Day ~

Elizabeth walked around on deck, as Will tried to steer the ship. She sighed heavily and sat on the edge of the ship, so her feet were nearly brushing the surface of the water. Will turned to look at her and his eyes widened.
"Elizabeth! Get away from there! You might fall in!" he yelled at her.
"Yes.father," Elizabeth said as she reluctantly pulled her feet back up.
She peered into the crystal clear waters and then looked over at Will, who was yelling at one of the crew members. She looked back at the water and got up. Walking over to the rear of the ship, she pulled off her shoes and quietly slid off the back of the ship. She began swimming away from the ship and off into the distance.

Elizabeth continued to swim until she could barely swim anymore. She swam over to her ship and crawled back up. But, when she reached the deck, the crew looked strange, and the ship didn't really look the same.
"This isn't my ship," she said, somewhat panicked. Suddenly, someone grabbed her on the shoulder. She whipped around.
"Welcome again, Ms. Turner," said Barbossa, smiling wickedly. "I'm sure Jack will be glad for his new company."
"Jack?"
Jack sat by his window, looking out sadly. All of a sudden, he heard his door opening, and turned around.
"Elizabeth."