The sunrise that morning was unbelievable. The pale yellow sun blended with the rose painted sky. Purple clouds sat comfortably upon it, and opening her midnight blue eyes, Amera smiled at the sunrise.

Yawning, Amera turned her head to see if the fire had gone out, and made a quiet but startling shriek. There he was, laying next to her, deep asleep, naked. His faded red bandanna was off, his dark dreadlocks a mess, and he was laying on his back, with his nose twitching every so often, as usual. Amera couldn't believe it. Last night, she had sex with the infamous Jack Sparrow.

Although she had bedded him before, it was still...well, it was incredible! Even this time she was amazed at it, it felt like it was even more surprising and better than last time. Amera took the blanket that lay next to her and wrapped it around her body. And very quietly, she slowly began to stand up.

But suddenly, with a tug of her hair, Amera was forced back to the ground. In an instant she was in Jack's arms, and he was grinning at her with the slyest look she's ever seen him wear. "You didn't think I'd let you get away that easily did you?" Amera shook her head at him and said, "Sparrow, you're the worst pirate I've ever seen!"

"That might be, but you still slept with me!" He laughed at her it frivolous delight; then without warning, Amera wrestled Jack, trying to overpower him in his bliss. But as strong as she was, he was stronger. In a flash Jack moved on top of her and pinned her arms and body to the sand. With a smirk, Jack stated, "I win, give up!" Breathing heavily, Amera looked straight in his chocolate eyes and whispered, "Never." And with nothing further, Jack kissed her with all the force in his body. However much they argued, they loved each other so much more.

"Enjoy your stay on our ship now boys, cause when we get back, there'll be some hard work to be done!" The crewmates of the Endurance laughed at their prisoners as they all left the ship with Captain Scarborough leading them. They were on Lazzara.

Both the crew of the Black Pearl and the Avenger enjoyed each other's company in the gallows of the vessel. The jail cells were quite unlivable.

Some of the pirates were shouting, yelling out the small barred windows at the pirates ashore. Others talked, some silent, and many were fighting with each other. But at the height of the ciaos, the two prison guards came down the stairs and started yelling. "You mangy scoundrels better shut up!" Said one of them, he was short and very fat, holding a pistol in hand, pointed and ready. "Or I'll shoot every last one of ye!"

Torin, who was leaning on the bars, not paying attention, was thinking of Amera. She was stranded in St. Lucia, with Jack of all people. Why didn't he stay with her, why didn't he turn around and notice that pirates were about to hit him in the back of the head like the others? Why hadn't he figured out that Amera was betrayed by-

Suddenly, something stirred Torin back to reality. He heard a jingle, he heard keys jingling. He looked next to the fat man with the pistol and saw the other guard. He was smaller than the other pirate, very thin and had a mangy look on his face. And, hanging out of his pocket, were the keys. But before Torin reached out, he stopped himself. He knew that the pirate with the pistol would see him, he knew he would be shot. And anyways, his arm wasn't long enough- Then suddenly, he heard an idea.

What he had heard, was a strum of a guitar. Andrew, the guitar player, was humming as he played his beautiful song. The pirates hadn't taken it from him because they found it hysterical that a boy had nothing better to do than sit and play with a silly piece of wood.

So, Torin waited until the two pirates went back up the stairs, and then quickly made his way through the crowds over to the corner. He bent over and began whispering something to Andrew. Gibbs saw this, and went over to see what was going on. Soon, others joined in, and then everyone did. After two days for the crew of the Avenger, and several months for the crew of the Black Pearl, they were finally going to escape.

"Grimy, give me the bread!" The two prison guards upstairs were enjoying their meal that afternoon, not caring what the prisoners below were doing. Grimy, the thin pirate, tossed a roll at Carmen, the fat pirate. Carmen began eating when suddenly; he heard a loud bang from below. The two looked up at each other, then Carmen shrugged and said with a mouthful of bread, "Go check it out!"

Then without thinking, Grimy headed down the stairs, forgetting to bring a gun with him. The room was extremely loud, and Grimy couldn't hear himself think, if he ever did. He looked around and yelled, "What in the bloody hell is goin on here!?!" Just as he said that, he felt a slight tug at his pants.

But as he looked down, he was already too late. Using Andrew's guitar, Gibbs scooped the keys out of Grimy's pocket. He quickly pulled the guitar and keys in and tossed them to Torin who was at the jail door. Grimy hurried over to the door and stopped right outside of the cell. And all at once, he was punched so hard that he was knocked out cold.

Then, as quietly as he could, Torin unlocked the cell door and tiptoed out and went to the other cell to let the rest of them free. Once everyone was accounted for, he motioned them all to be quiet as they snuck up to the deck.

Carmen was enjoying his wine and bread so much that he hadn't noticed anything else going on around him. Not until he heard what he thought was Grimy behind him. "I found out what all the noise was mate!" He turned his head to see if it was Grimy, but he was smacked with a guitar and fell out of his chair. After the hit, Torin smiled and said, "The prisoners are escaping and taking over this ship!" He then gave Andrew back his guitar and took the two guards and tied them up. Andrew made a fist and knocked on the base on the guitar and said, "This has come in so handy since I welded metal on the outside of it!"

After the planning that both Amera and Jack's crews did, they left ten of the sailors aboard as ten others went to the Avenger and the Black Pearl, easily taking control. Then, when the pirate gave Torin the signal, the rest of them went ashore and slowly stalked the Endurance's crew; not ambushing them until they were cornered inside the cave. Torin and Gibbs led them on, anxious about the battle that awaited them. But he knew, they had to wait until the opportune moment.

"So which way does it say we need to be headin?" Amera was putting on her belt and strapping her weapons on as she asked Jack the question. Tying his bandanna on his head, Jack looked up clueless, "What do you mean, love?" She rolled her eyes at his stupidity, "God! You know what I mean, the map! Which way does it tell us to go? Haven't you looked at it?"

Jack put on his worn out hat and brushed dust off his shoulders while Amera stood impatiently with her hands on her hips, anxious for an answer. When he didn't' say anything, she walked up to him and grabbed his face with her hands. "You do have the map, don't you?" "Aye, aye, I have the map! But that's not the problem." She eyed him suspiciously and asked, "What is the problem then?" Jack grew silent, unwilling to speak any further; however, Amera was anxious to find her ship and crew again and slapped him twice until he finally spoke.

"Alright! Alright! I can't read it! There! You happy?" Amera smiled at him, then began to laugh. "Jack, Jack! It's ok! That's not a problem at all! I can read it! Just give me the paper!" But Jack pointed both of his index fingers at her and corrected, "I do know how to read, for the most part! That's not the problem I mean! This isn't an everyday parchment hunt. This map is special." Amera gave him a confused doubtful look and replied, "Okay."

Then Jack grasped her shoulders and gave her a worried look, "Amera, I really need to know that I have your full trust. This map is very sacred; it must not be discovered by anyone else. Please tell me I can confidence in you." "Aye. You can trust me Jack. However," She said taking his hands off of her face. "I don't completely trust you."

In awe, Jack stood and watched Amera walk into the jungle. She turned back around and hollered, "Are you coming or not?" She looked at him for the longest time, and he looked straight back at her. Then, he moved his feet and walked beside her into the deep jungle.

Just by walking for only five minutes on the island, Amera felt as though she had stepped into the Garden of Eden. It was such a beautiful island. There were exotic plants and flowers, all kinds of wild animals, and the trees were humungous. Jack pulled out his sword and started cutting down bushes and plants in the way as they walked. "Ok Jack, now can I see the map?" "That's not a good idea love." He told her. So, she sighed, "Fine. Just tell me the directions Sparrow. Or is it just a picture?"

"No, there's no picture or anything. It's all in words. I've already been following the directions, I'm coming up to the second to the last one!" Amera raised her eyebrows, "Blimey! We're that close?" "Aye. And I know that the closer we come to finding the cave, the closer we'll come to finding Captain Scarborough. He'll have his men searching all over the place! We're lucky they didn't find us last night. Actually, they would have been impressed...at least with me!" With a satisfied smile on his face, Jack turned his head to Amera. And as a natural reflex, she punched him. Grabbing his face, he turned back the cutting down the bushes and added, "You know, I'm starting to become immune to that!"

Laughing, Amera asked, "Oh, just tell me what the next direction says Sparrow!" Jack nodded and quoted, "Ye find the eye of the blue, then ye find the openin' to me tomb!"

Completely lost and bewildered, Amera exclaimed, "What in the hell does that mean? And how can the pirate that wrote these directions do so when he is talkin' about his own tomb!?!"

Jack rolled his eyes and answered, "When my father came to this bloody island he found Jerry Jackal inside the cave. You know as well as I that he's one of the most ruthless pirates that's ever lived! When my father found him dead, he named the cave after Jackal, in his honor. So, the map is to his cave, or tomb as you'd say." He grunted before continuing onward, leaving Amera to ponder. Then she said, "I still don't understand what in the Hell that direction means!" She took out her small bottle of red rum that she had left and had a swig, then stuck it back in her inside pocket.

Walking back up to Jack, she began to ask, "Since we don't know where we're going, what do we-" she stopped. Jack was sitting on a rock, right beside a beautiful waterfall. The drop was almost a hundred feet; making a gigantic pond below it, a crystal clear blue. "I think we should take a breather for now, then study the riddle later." Amera agreed, "Aye, sounds like a good idea. I think I'll go wash off. You'll keep watch?" Jack nodded without question or comeback. So, without any modest thoughts in her mind, Amera took of her belt and weapons, then her black coat, then her boots, next her bottoms, and then her blouse. Jack couldn't help but gawk at her, but whenever she looked up at him he would look at a tree or something that didn't show he was watching her intensively.

Then, Amera left him and went over to the rocks right under the waterfall. She put her body under the water and left the pressure wash the salt and the sand off of her. She looked in front of her at the rock that was the base of the cliff. It was just solid rock, just a wall. She shrugged and smoothed her hands through her long, thick hair. Then unexpectedly, she felt rough hands move from her shoulders to the small of her back, then to her stomach. She turned around and made a small smile at Jack and asked, "Aren't you supposed to be keeping watch?" He returned the smile and said, "I looked. No one is here." Jack moved closer to her and grasped her back. Amera told him, "Do you remember that I don't trust you?" But he shook his head, "I prove to you that I am trustworthy. One way or another." Then, they looked into each other's eyes. The passion between them was burning, their eyes were on fire. They collided in a kiss. And their souls were as one.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot. The two tore apart from each other and ran back to the rocks. They began putting their clothes back on. Jack put on his hat as Amera put her coat on, and they were reaching for their belts with their weapons attached to them when Jack felt a sword at his throat. Seeing this, Amera quickly stuffed a dagger inside her coat pocket. "Move away from the weapons, slowly!" Barked a familiar voice. Amera and Jack stood up and looked at their capturer. Her eyes went wide open, and she made a faint gasp. Amera couldn't believe it. "You!? You betrayed me? But you're...you're-"

It was Francis, the tall bald pirate from the Avenger. "I trusted you! You've been at my side since-" "Since you killed Captain Archer! I've convinced you I was on your side all along, but really I was on his! And, he happened to be a good friend of Captain Scarborough's. And of course, I was easy to convince when Scarborough offered me the Avenger if I brought him Sparrow! And now I can finally do that!"

Amera tried to strangle Francis, but two other pirates as bulky as he was seized her and led her and Jack up the side of the cliff. There, Scarborough waited.

Neither Jack nor Amera had met Scarborough, not until now. "Hello Jack! Amera! What a pleasant surprise! Hope we didn't keep you from anything important!" Captain Scarborough said with a chuckle. He was a rather gruesome looking individual. Scarborough was very tall and gangly looking. Wearing a red overcoat and a black hat with part of it torn off. Also, he had one large line on the left side of his face. It was a scar.

After staring at his scar, Jack pointed out, "Well, that's what you call ironic!" But Francis came up and punched him in the stomach. "Quiet you!" He ordered. Then, Francis turned back to Scarborough to speak. "Well, I've finally got you Jack! I finally have my key to locating the cave of power." Then he studied Amera and added, "And I also have a toy to play with!" All the pirates laughed, but Amera spat on him and said, "You sick bastard!" But he only laughed more, "I love it when their feisty!"

Jack couldn't stand it, he felt weak in the stomach. Then the Captain walked up to Jack and said, "It's time you give me the map now Jack! So hand it over!" But staring the horrific man in the eye he said, "No! Not until you let her go!" However, Scarborough refused, "I'll kill you if you don't hand over the map now!" But Jack continued, "I don't care if I live! I don't care what happens to me! I don't even care if I see the Black Pearl again! So kill me if you must! But she goes free!" At the last sentence Jack blurted out, he suddenly felt like an imbecile. Because he had heard that line before, from someone incredibly stupid.

Captain Scarborough could see that Jack's mind was made up. And he finally asked Jack, "You would give up your life, for this...woman?" Everyone laughed, besides Amera and Jack. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, Jack responded honestly, "At any given moment." She couldn't believe it. Amera felt at the moment, at that moment for the rest of her life, she could trust Jack.

Then, agreeing to it, Scarborough said, "Alright, I'll let her free." He took Amera by the wrist and flung her to the ground, away from Jack and the other pirates. She stood up and looked into his cold eyes as he said, "Well, go on now!" Feeling very suspicious towards Scarborough, Amera watched him as she backed up. But then suddenly, she felt her foot loosing balance. She turned her head and saw she was on the cliff, right below her was the waterfall. And just as she turned back, there was a loud gunshot. Everything happened so fast. The last thing she saw, was Scarborough's brutal black eyes. Then, from the force of the blow, she fell back, she fell down, down into the water below.

And Jack watched it happen. She watched her turn to look at the cliff below; watched Scarborough aim the pistol at her heart, and watched the pain in her eyes as she fell. Jack ran up to the edge of the cliff as did the Captain and the other pirates. Her body had already hit the water, and the bubbles were rising from the plunge. Then, she finally appeared from underneath, she was face down, with blood beginning to pour into the pond. Amera was dead.