Author's Note: Not that any of you really care (if you did, you'd review more -glower-) but I am back because I am procrastinating with homework and other things that indicate I have a life. Hooha.

Jack

Elizabeth had snapped, almost entirely. I had to spend the majority of the night comforting her from a nightmare she had. When we both fell asleep we were jolted awake and dragged to the deck. The crowd of pirates, both imprisoned and undead, parted for Elizabeth and me. Ragetti was doing his stupid "hoo-hoo-hoo" chant.

Barbossa grinned, revealing a mouthful of green teeth. "'Ello, dear," he said to Elizabeth. She raised her chin, trying not to tremble. I looked out, seeing a familiar crescent of an island. Damn.

"I've always liked you," I told the pirate with the tight grip on my wrists. He growled in reply. Elizabeth was brought up to the plank. I caught a glimpse of Will, looking horrified.

"Enjoy yer stay, chums," Barbossa said.

"Off you go! Come on!" one pirate yelled. Elizabeth looked below her, her eyes popping.

Bo'sun had had it. "Too long!" he roared, shaking the plank. Elizabeth fell, screaming, her limbs flailing. A splash was heard.

I was taken to the plank. "I'd really rather hoped we were past all this," I said to Barbossa.

Barbossa put his arm around me. "Jack, Jack. Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip."

"I did notice," I told him.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape," Barbossa said. "But I doubt it." He laughed unpleasantly. Then he unsheathed his sword and brandished it at my throat. "Off ya go."

I looked at the island again. "Last time, you left me a pistol with one shot."

"By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." He twirled it around his fingers.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols," I persisted.

Barbossa shook his head. "It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." With that he tossed my gun into the water. I had no choice but to dive in after it.

Commodore Norrington

I wanted to kill Gillette, I really did. Not only was the ship NOT the Dauntless, we learned from reliable sources that the Dauntless had been blown up by rogues by the time we found out we had sighted the wrong ship.

I had not slept in many nights. I kept thinking about the possible failure that was at hand. The governor would wring my neck if I did not bring back our dear Elizabeth in one piece.

After three days of nothing, I was ready to throw in the proverbial towel and say Elizabeth was in Tortuga, which would give Governor Swann the right frame of mind of the condition Elizabeth was in. But as I was pacing back and forth in my office, Gillette burst in. "Commodore! Commodore! Fantastic news!"

"What?" I asked tiredly.

"Smoke signals are coming from over there!" he cried, flinging his arm in the direction of the smoke. "Elizabeth is there!"

I sprang from the cabin. "Send out a boat to rescue her." When Gillette went to go order some men, I fell to my knees in thanks.

Elizabeth

I felt like crying. Will and I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye and now I would never see him again. I bit my lip, trying hard not to reveal the tears threatening to spill onto my cheeks. Jack had made it onto the shore before me.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail off with my ship," Jack told me, mistaking me for someone who cared.

I followed him as he went into a thatch of palm trees and dried grass. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then."

Jack turned. "To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice- unlikely- young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

Resisting my initial urge to scream, I followed him, watching as he knocked on a tree trunk. Jack made four big steps and then started jumping up and down. "But you're Captain Jack Sparrow!" I wailed. "You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"

Jack sighed, his tanned face sagging as he revealed the truth. "Last timeÉI was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," he continued, opening a secret cellar door, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He brought up two bottles.

I literally could not believe my ears. "So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?" I got up really close to him, half-hissing, half-growling. "You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!"

Jack waved the bottles. "Welcome to the Caribbean, love." And he HANDED ME A BOTTLE.

I collapsed on the ground, clenching my fists. Will could have be dead for all I knew, and here Jack was drinking the day away. So typical.