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Chapter 5

The next morning was not fun. Elizabeth was in a terrible mood, and Will was practically under house arrest. Jessica heard her parents arguing as she walked downstairs for breakfast.

"No! You are not going down to the docks, Will Turner! I know you- you'll try to find the Black pearl, and before you know it you'll be getting hanged."

"The Pearl won't be there, 'Lizabeth. And why would I go looking for it?"

"Because of what happened, Will. I know you too well; you haven't been the same since our adventure. And it's only because of me and the fact that Norrington is a good man that you weren't hanged 14 years ago."

"Elizabeth, you know I couldn't let him die!"

"Well maybe you should have. At least then I might have my husband- all of him."

"But you-"

"Don't deny it. Will. Some part of you never came back from the Isla de Muerta. Some part of your heart was lost to the seas forever."

Elizabeth had calmed down a bit by lunchtime, although she did glare daggers at Will for the remainder of the day.

Jessica had been invited to dine at a friends' house that evening. She didn't arrive back at home until around 9.30. The house was in darkness, but that didn't strike her as strange, especially after the tense day.

It was only once she entered the house that she suspected something might have been wrong. The house felt empty; further exploration confirmed this.

"What's going on here?" She asked aloud. Where were her parents? Where was Charles? When she found a dagger on the floor of her brother's room, a new question entered her mind. Were her family alive?

The sound of someone coming up the stairs gave her a fright, and starled her into moving. Scurrying across to the other side of the doorway, she hid just out of sight. As the person walked in, Jess dropped into a crouch, and swept her leg under them. They fell backwards, landing heavily and cursing in a language that jess didn't recognise.

"Jessica, what are you doing?" It was Will. Now lying flat on his back was Jack Sparrow. Will helped the pirate to his feet then turned to Jess. " Charles and your mother are gone?"

Jess nodded and Will sighed.

"That's what I thought."

"Father, what's going on? Where are Charles and Mother?" Although her Father's voice was calm, there was a slight panic evident. And that scared Jess.

It was Jack Sparrow who answered her. "Your mother and brother have been kidnapped by pirates. If my guess is right- which it always is- they're on their way to the Isla de Muerta."

"Then we must rescue them!" Jess declared, waving the dagger she'd found in determination.

"Well, I'm all for saving the bonny lass again. And the kid with her." Jack said. "Wouldn't mind seeing Barbossa's rotting corpse while we're at it." Jess made a disgusted face, but Jack ignored it. "So, young William, what say you?"

Will sighed. "What's in it for you Jack?"

Jack looked hurt. "Can't I just help a friend because it's the decent thing to do?"

"No."

Jack grinned. "Well, I'm glad you're not that gullible. Well Will, in return for a place on my ship for the duration of this rescue mission, you, in return, give me your service in moving all the treasure of the Isla de Muerta to a safer location. And don't ask why. I'd trust noone else not to steal it. Do we have an accord?"

Will shook the offered hand. "Let's go."

"I'm coming too. " Jess said. To her surprise neither of the men argued. Instead, they just nodded, and, with Will making sure that Jess stayed close, headed out of the house.