Without a word, a single tear ran down his face. He couldn't believe it, Amera had been everything to him. She was smart, strong, cunning, and incredibly sexy. But watching that horrid man shoot her right through the heart was unbearable. And without realizing it, another tear dropped, than another. Torin knew he had to be silent, so he didn't scream, or run, or shoot one of Scarborough in the head. He, Gibbs, and the other escaped prisoners were watching the murder from fifty feet up on part of the mountain that stood there. Gibbs put a hand on Torin's shoulder, and then looked down at Jack, "You'll be alright Torin. Don't worry, you'll be alright." But what he didn't say was, 'I don't think he will, however.'
Unlike Torin, Jack never cried, not even if someone blew the Black Pearl to smithereens. What occurred was a far different emotion. After watching her float there, the Captain laughed and walked away from the cliff, and his crewmates pulled Jack with them. All of a sudden things began to seem blurry to him, he finally understood the meaning of, 'blind with anger'. Jack suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, and head-butted the pirate holding him to his left, then turned and kicked the other one hard in the crouch. Taking the hurting man's dagger, he started running towards Scarborough yelling, "I'm gonna to kill you!!!"
But before Jack could touch him, Francis knocked him in the stomach, took his knife and held it to his throat. So Jack stood frozen, as Francis got a firm grip on his arms with his free hand. The Captain came up and folded his hands behind his back and said, "Not if my men kill you first!" Everyone laughed, even Francis. Then, the Captain realized something, "Oh! I must apologize to you Sparrow! I never formally introduced myself! Ha! Well, now that that girl is gone, we can finally be serious!" Jack's eyes grew narrow, as his heart grew darker.
"I am Captain Carrick Scarborough, one of the merciless pirates ever to have sailed the eleven seas!" He smiled mockingly at Jack, then, one of his crewmates corrected him, "I think its seven Sir!" Some of the crew snickered a little, but it wasn't until they saw the Captain shoot his corrector that they shut up. "Now, Sparrow," He walked over to Jack, and stopped pointing his pistol straight at his head. "The map, or your life!"
Jack looked at the pistol for the longest time; it was the same one Carrick had used on Amera. He knew what he wanted so he said, "I won't give you the map." The Captain sighed and approved, "Fine! I'll just search you for it, after I kill you!" Aiming the gun at his head, he was ready to shoot. Francis backed away, giving him full range. So, Jack crossed his arms and said, "I don't you'll be wantin' to do that!" But the Captain disagreed, "No, I really think I do." But, after looking at Jack's dark face, glaring at him, he sighed and asked, "Why don't I want to be doin' that?"
"Because, you won't find the map by searchin' me. The map is in two places. One," Pointing to his skull said, "It's in here. And two," Looking around at all the mangy filthy pirates stated, "It's physically somewhere else!" All of them groaned, and the Captain rolled his eyes. "Fine! I'll torture you instead, until you tell me the first direction." Carrick took the dagger from Francis as a big pirate held Jack still.
The Captain cut open Jack's shirt and ordered his men, "Take off his coat and his shirt! I thought we could use a whip instead!" The men cheered as they took off Jack's coat and then his shirt. But then, one by one, they stopped and stared at Jack's tan back. Carrick looked at them confused and asked, "What in the Hell are you-" But stopped when he saw it. They had found the map to Lazzara.
Carrick pondered awhile and asked Jack, "I thought you said the map was somewhere else?" Jack only laughed at him, he laughed an insane laugh and simply said, "I said it was physically somewhere else, mate. I never said I didn't have it!" All then men gawked at his back. And there, written in small cursive, was a tattoo. It was the directions to find the cave. Jack's father had tattooed them on his son's back, in the upper middle written as small as possible, so no one would find it. Jack had always made sure that he was alone when he ever took off his shirt, at least, when he wasn't with any men.
As the men began to read the directions, something happened. The ground began to shake below them. For a moment, the pirates were convinced a volcano was on the island, but Carrick told them to shut up. And before they knew it, the ground beneath them rumbled, and the earth opened up, and let them fall deep into it.
"Did you just see what I saw?" said one of the escapers from the Executioner. Andrew looked at him bewildered, "I did, I think." The men all looked down at the hole that had just emerged. Then, Gibbs looked at Torin, nodded, and said, "Aye, let's go ye scallywags! We're gonna go get our Cap'n back!" Then the men marched down the hill, looking down into the hole in front of them. They waited for a moment, and one by one, they jumped down, into the dark.
"This is one big cave eh boys?" Said one of Carrick's men. The others agreed and looked at the old and tall cave as they progressed forward. "Alright, I can't see the directions in this Hell hole, so what do the directions say?" Freezing from loosing both his coat and shirt, Jack rubbed his shoulders and guessed, "I think we're up to the last direction, which is, 'In the dark a man goes blind, and only has his ears as a guide. Follow the sound of rushing water, and you'll find a river of pure soul.' The last one never rhymes. I don't know why-"But Jack was forced quiet as the pirates tried to listen. And sure enough, Carrick heard rushing water in the distance and shouted, "Follow me you pitiless scrubs!" The heard of men walked after him, ready to find the treasure, the power, everything they had hoped for.
Then, Carrick saw a faint light and walked into it. Everyone gasped. The room had bundles of crates full of gold surrounding them. And in the center, was a moat. It was in a circle, and the light came from creaks in the rocks, where the river of silver liquid poured out of and down into a river leading to the moat. And, in the center of the moat, was a dusty old cup propped up on a once gold but now rusted stand.
"It's here! It's real! We've done it men! We've found the Drink of Life!" Everyone was cheering, except Jack. He knew of the Drink of Life. And that it could bring people back from the dead, to live their life until they actually died of an old, old age. Many pirates called it, 'The Second Chance'. What he also knew was that unnatural power it had, and whoever drank it that wasn't dead, would have many consequences to face. Jack figured Carrick was going to drink it to regain his youth or fix some old scars. However, he was completely wrong.
Carrick then commanded, "Bring my brother's body! I want to see this miracle happen myself!" Jack looked behind him and saw two men carrying a body, which was covered in blankets so he couldn't see who it was, not like it mattered anyway. He knew he was going to die, he knew that he would soon see Amera again, and enjoy her and her sarcasm and witty comebacks. However, that time was sooner than he expected.
"You want to see a miracle Scars-a-lot? Then got a load of this!" Carrick, who was crouched by his brother's wrapped up body, looked up to see who had spoken. But he wasn't fast enough, before he knew it, a dagger had struck him in the heat. All the men looked over in the dark corner of the cave to see who had thrown the knife. Everyone was dead silent, as silent as Carrick's body.
Jack fell onto his knees and took the deepest breath he had ever breathed. Out into the light she came like an angel, Amera stood there on a rock, staring him dead in the eye. Then, she spoke again, "I'm alive!"