"Great! Just great! How are we ever going to get to the Island now? I can't believe this!" William yelled. He was frustrated. Nothing had gone right since they left Port Royal. Isabelle didn't know what to do. She didn't like to see her friend like this, but what could she do? Their boat sank. They were miles away from home on an island that wasn't on the map. Their food was gone, their friends had been separated, and all they had was the clothes on their back. Not to mention that Mr. Gibbs' stories of cannibals on the hidden islands, such as this one, were playing over and over in the back of their minds. They were wet and tired and wet and had no idea what to do. So they did the only thing they could do. They sat on the sand and stared out at the ocean.
Will looked out over the ocean, then quickly looked over his back, just to make sure that no cannibals were waiting behind him to cook him and his friend for dinner, then returned his gaze to the sea. "This isn't the way I imagined it," he said with a sigh as he stared out at the clear blue water. It seemed like it stretched on forever. The only thing surrounding the island was other islands, but it didn't seem like there was much going on there either.
"Oh really? How did you imagine it?" Isabelle asked. She already knew the gist of it: He and Elizabeth together, in a hopelessly romantic setting, no cares, no problems, no Norrington, blah, blah, blah. She always knew that Will and Elizabeth would be together, one way or another, ever since she had met them. Isabelle remembered it like it was just the day before.
*Flashback* She was 9 years old, and her family had just moved to Port Royal from a group of islands not to far from her new home. Her grandparents were a very influential couple in Spain, and were some of the first to establish a town on an island in the Caribbean, not much different than Port Royal. Her parents met in the new town, and they became like royalty. Isabelle had been brought up in a very elegant home, and when she moved, Elizabeth's family and hers became very good friends. Their parents set up play dates for them and sent them to the same school. Elizabeth was always the pirate princess and Isabelle was the beautiful Spanish princess. Isabelle never quite understood why Elizabeth was so fascinated with Pirate stories and boats, but she enjoyed the adventures Elizabeth lead them on. One day, after they got bored of playing with their new dolls, Elizabeth had a bright idea. She led Isabelle through the streets all the way to the beach where a young boy was sitting on the sand.
"Come on, I'd like you to meet someone," she said.
"Are you sure?" Isabelle questioned as Elizabeth took her hand, not sure that the boy would be happy to have another girl around.
"Oh, Come on," Elizabeth said. "You'll like him, he's really cool."
"Will, this is Isabelle. Isabelle, this is Will," Elizabeth introduced them. "Isabelle is new here. She's from Port Smith Island, not to far from here."
"Hi! My name is William Turner, nice to meet you, Isabelle." he said as he held his hand out to shake hers. "Welcome to Port Royal."
And the three had been friends ever since. They went on at least a million adventures, and gone to at least a million places. They had special hideouts all over Port Royal, and they were all in different places; behind the silversmith's shop, under the dock, in the woods, almost every place you could think of. And then one day, as the three were playing (well, four if you counted Elizabeth's cousin Tom, who followed them everywhere) it hit Isabelle, Elizabeth & Will had crushes on each other. They always played the king and queen, or the captain and his pirate girlfriend, or the hunter and his huntress, whatever it was, they were always a couple. But when she confronted them about it, they just fell on the ground and started laughing, saying that was ridiculous. But she new the truth, especially after each of them confessed (at different times, of course) and swore her to secrecy. Neither of them knew how the other felt to this day. *End of Flashback*
"Well, I don't know, but not like this. I never thought that we would crash and get separated and be stranded on a desert island," Will finally replied, but almost as if it was to no one in particular. "Well, I did think about it, but I never thought that it would actually happen." He started to get bored just sitting there and got up. He brushed himself off. "But it doesn't matter now, and just sitting here won't do us any good. Let's walk along the beach and see if any of our stuff has washed up." Will reached out his hand and help Isabelle up. Will started to walk as Isabelle stood and brushed herself off. She took another look at the crystal clear ocean. Isabelle sighed. "It could've been really beautiful," she said to herself and then caught up with Will, who was already half way down the beach.