Once in port, Jack sauntered off to one of the more rowdy pubs of the city-The Bride-while Elsa and Danielle went out among the crowded streets of Tortuga. Elsa sauntered ahead, guiding Danielle in and out of areas full of wenches and pirates, peddlers and merchants of every kind.
"Don't you just love Tortuga?" Elsa said, somewhat sarcastically.
"I hate it actually," Danielle admitted.
"Note the sarcasm in my voice, Turner. But I don't hate Tortuga...I just dislike it to an extreme. But it is an interesting little town nonetheless."
They walked/pushed their way through the streets for a little ways until Danielle decided to voice her opinion.
"We're lost, aren't we Jack?"
"No!" Elsa said stubbornly, trying to hide her obvious mistake.
"We're lost!" Danielle shrieked.
"Will!" Elsa reprimanded, rounding on Danielle quickly and putting a hand over her friend's mouth. "I know we're lost!" she hissed softly. "But you never-I repeat-never admit you're lost in Tortuga!"
"Why?" Danielle asked, wrenching away Elsa's hand.
"Because-"
Before she could explain though, three men made their way towards them.
"Because of that right there," Elsa whispered, a hand on her sword. "Sword, Will."
"I don't have one."
The men came closer. Three pirates, with one thing on their mind.
"Dammit," Elsa cursed. "Okay, get behind me and don't look at them. Pretend you're doing something-anything-else."
Slightly confused and extremely worried, Danielle hid behind Elsa and pretended like she was examining the mud on the ground.
"Good evenin' ladies," one of the men slurred.
"Lovely...they're alcohol induced as well. My lucky night," Elsa thought.
"Gentlemen," she acknowledged them calmly, moving towards a crowd of people walking the other way.
The men followed.
"We couldn't help but overhearin' that ye were lost," said another one of them. "We could be of assistance." He winked.
"No, no, sirs, I'm afraid you didn't hear the whole conversation. What I had happened was we just lost sight of my father for a moment, but now I see him so we'll have to be going now." She walked a little quicker now, pushing a silent Danielle in front of her.
"Your father?" asked one of them nervously.
"She's lying," muttered the other one. "Go 'round back," he directed.
The tallest one of the three made his way silently behind the girls, another slightly to the right, so Danielle and Elsa were surrounded.
"Screw being nice and innocent," Elsa thought. Now was time for action. "Be ready to punch anything that gets close to you, save me," she whispered to Danielle.
Elsa drew her sword and announced, "Gentlemen, we are not whores and we do not intend on spending the night with you, I'm sorry." Her sword glinted in the street's lamplight. "I'll have to ask you to leave and leave now. Or there will be consequences." Her eyes flashed dangerously.
"Now, now, Poppet," chuckled one of them. "We didn't mean any harm. Put that away."
"I will-if you leave," she smiled.
"Now, luv-"
"Don't you dare 'luv' me. I'll have you know my father will run you through. Oh my goodness and look who it is! Daddy!" she cried happily and looked over one of the men's shoulders.
The men, partly because they were highly intoxicated, automatically looked behind them.
"Run!" Elsa whispered to Danielle.
"Run where?"
"Anywhere! Just go ahead of me!"
"No! I'll get us even more lost!"
"Fine!" Elsa cried exasperated and began to run through the streets as best she could without plowing through people.
Shouts soon followed them.
"Oy! They're gettin' away!"
"After 'em!"
The men pursued, but luckily, Danielle and Elsa had a good head start. Before long, Elsa spotted an alley way. It wasn't a completely dead end-only a short wall at the end. The girls would have no trouble getting over, but the men in their intoxicated state-as mentioned-would. She ducked behind the building's wall and stood panting, waiting for Danielle.
"We got one of 'em!" Elsa heard one of the men laugh. A scream followed.
Elsa's stomach flipped and her heart stopped. "No," she whispered.
Another scream, and a call of "Jack!" Then more muffled screams.
Elsa ran out into the street and just caught sight of them three pirates dragging Danielle into a secluded alley across the way.
Elsa followed them quietly, not wanting any of them to know she had caught on...
She flattened herself against the wall, listening for her moment.
"Now hold still," she heard one of the men say.
"Don't hurt her," Elsa winced silently.
Danielle whimpered and tried to scream, but apparently she had been gagged, because nothing was coming out.
Elsa looked around quickly. She had an idea! The first man that passed down the opposite street luckily had a hat on-a three cornered hat. Very piratical. Very perfect.
"Sir!" she yelled.
As the man turned around, Elsa snuck around the other side of him and stole the heat from his head, and then quickly made her way back to the alley.
She placed the hat on her head-trying to ignore the sounds being made a short distance from her-and pulled out her pistol and sword. She pulled a piece of charcoal from her pocket and quickly smudged it under her eyes, then above her lips and on her chin.
"Has to work," she thought.
She cleared her throat and lowered her voice tremendously, added an accent, adjusted her bandana and newly acquired hat, then leapt into the alley.
"Take your filthy hands off that girl! Give up now, or you'll all have bullet holes in those empty heads of yours!" she yelled, firing shots from her gun. "Move or die, savvy?"
"Good God above! Captain Jack Sparrow!" they yelled.
"Let's get the bloody hell outta here!"
"The girl?"
"Forget the girl you idiot! Run!"
Elsa moved aside as the men hurried past and fired a last shot at the heels of their boots for good measure.
After the men were gone, she rushed over to Danielle.
"Can you walk?" she whispered hurriedly, untying Danielle's gag.
"Yeah," Danielle said, a little mesmerized. She got up from the ground and tried to walk, but fell forward.
"I can't. I'm sorry Jack," Danielle said, beginning to cry.
"Don't you dare cry!" Elsa said, her voice again 'Jack'.
Suddenly and much to the total surprise of Danielle, Elsa picked up Danielle in her arms and literally flew out of that alley way and down the street, until she practically made it back to the docks.
She found a deserted inn where only the innkeeper was asleep on the bar.
Elsa dropped Danielle rather ungracefully into a chair and collapsed on the ground, not bothering to get a chair for herself. She lay there, face down, not even caring if anyone walked in to see her.
After a minute or so of panting furiously, Danielle decided she wanted to say something.
"Jack-" but before she could finish, she burst into tears.
Elsa rolled on her back-still on the floor-and looked up at Danielle, the charcoal still smudged under her eyes, above her lips and on her chin. Then, she laughed. Hysterically. And wouldn't stop.
Danielle sniffed and looked at her friend confused.
Taking a breath, and trying not to laugh anymore she said, "I can't believe that just happened."
"You-how did you...? Why?" Danielle stuttered.
"Let me guess-How and why did I carry you from the alley to this bar from practically the opposite end of the island?" Elsa questioned. "Because: you're my best friend in the world. And if you're in trouble, by God, I'm gonna help you, savvy?"
"Uh huh," Danielle nodded smiling.
"Now stop the crying, there's no reason to cry. We're alive aren't we?"
"And safe!" Danielle squeaked and hugged Elsa really hard.
"Right," Elsa "sort of" lied. Let's face it-you're never safe in Totuga. She started smudging the charcoal off of her face and said, "Never let me do the charcoal thing again."
"But it looks so-"
"Please, for the love of rum, don't say anything."