Chapter 5

Once again Jack, Will, and everybody else had escaped Norrington and his men. They were now sailing into the vast, crystal blue ocean. Elizabeth was tending to her husbands sore ankle when Jack came up behind her. "Elizabeth. Long time no-," he looked down her dress, "see." He smiled a toothy grin as Elizabeth gave him a face that said, 'get away from me unless you wish to die.' Jack seemed to have read her mind and so he returned to the helm.
"Oh, Will. Does it hurt terribly?" Elizabeth said with sodden eyes.
"Not that much." He began to get up when the pain seared through his leg. "Agh!" he cried, falling back to the floor.
"Will!" Elizabeth gasped. She held her hand behind his head and gave a half smile. Jack came up behind her again and handed her two pieces of snapped wood and a tattered piece of rope. "Thank you." She said, as she took the pieces from his hand, not looking at him. She placed the wood around his ankle to resemble a splint and tied the rope tightly around them. Will bit his lip as to not let out a yell of pain. When the pain left him, he gazed at his wife. "Look at you. You can't possibly stay here. Let me help you to the cabin." She said, before he could say anything.
"Bloody bastard," they heard Jack whisper into the breeze from the wheel.
"What's wrong, Jack?" Will asked, breathless from using all of his strength to rise from the deck.
Jack had his compass in his hand and was staring at the dark ocean. "They're heading to the Isla De Muerta."
"What could they possibly want there?" Elizabeth asked, a bit of fear in her voice as it shivered in the cold air.
"Gold, treasure, or to be cursed again." Jack answered, still not removing his gave from the ocean.
"That makes no sense, Jack. Barbossa's crew went through so much to lift the curse." Will responded.
"You're right. Only a pirate crazy enough would want to live a cursed life. That's all part of his plan.

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