"Miss Sparrow, why don't you make things easy on both of us," Captain Andrews said, sauntering into the room and laying his pistol on the table. "Tell me where he is."
"He'll be here," Elsa said. "Eventually." She smiled sweetly up at him from the chair she was sitting in.
After everything that happened, Elsa was having to put on a brave face and act her way through this-and it was tearing her apart on the inside. Danielle was out there, no doubt sobbing, needing a friend, and Dom was out there, who knows how mad by this time.
"My dear," Andrews said quietly, quickly unsheathing his sword and holding it under her chin, tilting her head up slightly, "I'm not a very patient man. Now tell me where he is!" he yelled.
Elsa held onto the chair's arms tightly; she hated when people held swords to her neck. More than she hated being called silly pet names by people she didn't like very much come to think.
"I'm sorry," she responded unflinching, "I can't do that."
Andrews re-sheathed his sword angrily.
Elsa sighed and stood up calmly. "He'll be here eventually," she reassured, touching him lightly on his arm. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she nodded and turned for the door.
With a sharp click!, Andrews cocked his pistol behind her.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, Elsa," he growled.
"In the back, Captain Andrews?" she whispered mockingly. She clicked her tongue and turned back to him. "Bad form."
"You are the most annoying woman I have ever had to put up with," he groaned.
"Well, my goal is met," she teased. "You know, you don't have to put up with me...you could get off the ship and never even look at me again," she suggested.
"Listen here, Sparrow," he said, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and angrily pulling her towards him. "I will not tolerate being spoken to like that by a woman!"
"This is my ship, sir, and I will not tolerate being handled like that!" she retorted strongly, pulling herself away from his grip.
In a match of strength, Elsa knew she had no chance again such a tall man as Charles Andrews, but she wasn't going to stand there and let him treat her like this. She never let anyone push her around.
But to Elsa's surprise, Andrews didn't try to slap her or throw into the chair she was standing by. Instead he looked at her. His eyes studied her as if she were a relic in a museum.
"Oh, no," she thought.
"I can see why the boy likes you," he said softly, brushing away a lock of hair from her face.
His hand traced the outline of her face gently. He pulled her towards him, slowly leaned in-and kissed her. Elsa raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it and held her arms to her side. She struggled against him, but he had her in a tight grip.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Jack came swaggering into the room. His kohl-rimmed eyes widened as he witnessed his daughter kissing his mortal enemy. Dom was soon too follow.
"Mr. Sparrow. Just in time," Andrews smiled, holding Elsa in front of him. "What are you doing here, boy?" he snapped at Dom.
"You-!"
"What are you doing on my ship, Andrews?" Jack asked calmly, holding the furious Dom back.
"I just came to pay you a little visit," he answered, glaring at his son.
"And what, may I ask, are you doing with my daughter?"
"We were just discussing the matter of respect, weren't we, Elsa?" he sneered, his pistol raised towards Jack.
"Andrews-"
"I'd love to continue this discussion, Captain, but let's take it outside where it isn't so stuffy, shall we?"
Without taking his eyes off Andrews, Jack-still holding Dom behind him-retreated to the deck of the ship. The crew of the Pearl was on deck as well. Apparently, news of gunshots heard from the ship raced through the streets of Port Royal and luckily Jack had heard the news fairly quickly.
"Not another step, Sparrow!" Andrews growled, replacing his pistol in his belt. He drew his sword and held it to Elsa's neck. "I'll kill her!"
"No!" Dom yelled. "Da, no!"
"Shut up, boy!" his father snapped.
"Let her go, Andrews!" Jack commanded. He took a step forward.
"Don't move, Sparrow!"
He pushed Elsa onto her knees and lowered his sword to her neck.
"One more step!" he warned, standing over her.
Elsa was being very calm about the whole situation...on the outside. On the inside, she was praying to God that Jack would just give in. She didn't want him to get hurt. (Oh, and she preferred her head still be connected to her body at the end of the day.)
Unexpectedly, one of the pirates fired a shot and the battle broke out. Elsa was able to crawl away from Andrews and participate in the engagement herself.
"Where's Danielle?" Elsa managed to ask Dom while they were fighting.
"Downstairs. I forced our guard into letting her downstairs," he explained, parrying a blow and smiling.
"I love you!" she whispered, then focused her mental concentration back to her battle.
Eventually, Jack was face to face with Charles Andrews again. Andrews had his pistol out, aimed at Jack.
"No!" Elsa screamed.
Andrews fired his gun, but to his surprise, Jack remained standing, unscathed. It wasn't Jack who had taken the bullet, it was Elsa! At the last second, she had jumped in front of him to save her father. She leaned against the railings of the Pearl, breathing heavily.
"You ruined it, girl!" Andrews growled, standing her up and forcing her to look at him. He slapped her and turned his pistol back at Jack.
Elsa, meanwhile, lost her balance against the railings and fell into the ocean.
At the sound of splashing, Andrews whipped back around. Elsa was bobbing in the ocean, desperately trying to stay afloat.
"Oops," he laughed quietly.
Blackbeard rushed to the side of the ship and barked continuously until Dom was forced to go over to him.
"What is it boy?" he asked.
Blackbeard stared at the place where Elsa had fallen into the ocean and barked fervently. Dom just caught sight of Elsa's hand submerge underneath the waves.
"Elsa!" he yelled as he wasted no time in diving into the ocean after her.
"Andrews!" Jack yelled after him.
Charles Andrews turned back to face Jack.
"Sorry, Captain Sparrow," he said innocently. "I'm afraid she's lost."
"I'll kill you," Jack whispered.
Andrews smiled, not noticing Jack pistol.
Then Jack fired his pistol twice; two shots into Andrews chest.
In seconds Charles Andrews was dead.
Jack leaned over the railing of the Pearl, but there was no indication of anyone. He bent his head and threw his weapons to the deck.
"I've lost her this time," he said softly to Blackbeard, who was still watching the waves for a sign.
After some time, Blackbeard let out a loud bark.
"Captain Sparrow!" Dom yelled up to the pirate. He had finally made it back to the surface, Elsa's limp body in his arms. "Help!"
Jack threw him a line and, with the help of Gibbs, hauled them aboard.
Blackbeard licked Elsa's face. He whined and nudged her head with his wet nose as Jack checked for a heartbeat.
"She's still breathing!" he said excitedly. "Ana!"