It was late at night when Jack suddenly burst through the bedroom door of the Swann estate.
Blackbeard's eyes snapped open and sat up.
"Elsa!" he called hurriedly.
Elsa's eyes snapped open. "Jack?" she hissed into the darkness.
"We've got to go-now!" He whispered and ran to the bedside.
"But, Jack-!" she began, with a sidelong glance at Danielle sleeping beside her.
"We've time for a note, that's it. Don't wake her, Elsa. We don't have time for long goodbyes." He smiled and helped her out of bed.
With a long sigh, Elsa wrote a simple note that read:
Will, my boy, I love you and will miss you! Sorry it's such awful short notice, but don't you worry your little blacksmith-ish head over it. I'll be back.
Captain Sparrow
Elsa quietly placed it by Danielle's head and mumbled, "Bye."
Jack lifted her into his arms and they were on their way to the Black Pearl, Balckbeard padding behind.
Once on board, Elsa leaned against the side of the railing and looked out into the cold, still night. Jack went below to get the crew and any sailing implements he so needed for the journey, Blackbeard bounding down the stairs in front of him.
She hated leaving in such a hurry-and without a proper goodbye hug from her best mate! But she'd be back. No matter what Commodore James Norrington warned.
Suddenly, a hand clapped over Elsa's mouth. She stiffened.
"Got her, sir!"
A red coat of the royal navy.
"Superb job, gentlemen," Norrington announced smugly, appearing from behind. He looked down at the fuming Elsa, who presumably couldn't do anything due to the wound hindering her every movement. "Now we wait until that no-good Sparrow comes back from below decks.
"Where in Hell did you come from?" Elsa's muffled voice came through the soldier's hand.
"Let her speak freely Davies."
The man removed his hand from her mouth but kept a firm hold on her arms.
"Thanks mate," she regarded the pressure from the solder. "I've just been shot, had to leave my best friend in the dead of night and here you gents are sneaking up on me!" she said, her voice icy. "I thought Jack had killed all of you by now."
A hand gripped tighter at her arm. She paid no mind.
"Where were you?" she continued.
"Waiting just there, Miss Sparrow," Norrington said arrogantly, finding the answer so obvious. He indicated the caves to the west of them.
"Hiding? Wouldn't that be considered..." she searched for the right word. "Piratical?"
"We were not hiding; the Royal Navy does not resort to lowly, piratical 'maneuvers'."
"Fine," Elsa said simply, and wished against everything this wasn't really happening. Truthfully, she just wanted to sleep! She'd been shot, she was dealing with a major pain in her side, and now-sleep deprivation.
"Clap her in irons, Gillette. And lead our fine young lady down to the jail house."
"Gillette? Wow, that's...interesting to say the least," she thought, thinking of the beginning of Pirates of the Caribbean the movie.
"As I will happily repeat: I have just been shot! Do you really expect me to run?" Elsa asked, a little annoyed at this point.
Norrington just raised his eyebrow in amusement.
"What? You don't believe me? Would you like to see the bloody bandages?" Elsa quipped.
"Language young lady!" Norrington scolded.
"Oh, for the love of Dominic Andrews!" Elsa whispered. "I'm a bloody pirate!"
"Must you remind us?" Gillette groaned, retrieving his manacles.
"Let her go," a low, Scottish voice commanded. A gun cocked behind them.
It was Dom! He'd come out of nowhere-out of the t'gallant beams above all their heads.
Luckily, none of the British soldiers had any firearms on them, and were all nervous when Dom held his pistol to the side of Gillette's head.
"Shall I repeat it again?" he asked calmly. "Or shall I blow his head off?"
Norrington sighed angrily and made a movement with his hand.
"Take her, then," Gillette growled. He let go of Elsa's arms and pushed her into Dom.
She winced at the rough movement and fell into his arms.
He smiled slightly, but kept his pistol pointed at the group of soldiers in front of them.
"Off the ship," he ordered.
"Or you'll what?" laughed one of the soldier's grimly. He was automatically hushed by his soldier mates.
"I'm gettin' real tired of you fine gentlemen," Dom started. "But if you don't leave, I'll be forced to use piratical tactics few have survived-but who have all suffered immensely," he gave a wicked smile.
Elsa's eyes widened. "Does he really know pirate torture? Would he do it?" she asked herself. "I've never seen him like this," she added.
Dom was definitely different at the given time. His eyes shone with immense seriousness, his voice was low, causing his Scottish accent to seem even more threatening. He reminded Elsa of William Wallace after he found out his love, Murron, had been murdered by the British. Dominic Andrews suddenly gone Braveheart. Was she his Murron?
She shuddered. One: from the thought of Dom as Braveheart and two: from sudden gust of wind that blew in from the south.
Wind filled the black sails of the Pearl, causing them to billow angrily. The waves began tossing the ship violently and the rigging creak eerily. It almost seemed as if the whole ship was against Norrington and his men.
"Get off the ship," Dom sighed, lowering his pistol slightly. "And we'll leave. Simple as that."
"You'll leave now," Norrington said sternly.
"I'm already at the capstan," joked Dom, taking a small step backwards, Elsa with him. He bowed mockingly and smiled up at them with those emerald green eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
Norrington-finally defeated-nodded sharply to Gillette and turned quickly on his heel. The troop of red coats followed dully, having not captured their pirates for what seemed like the millionth time.
When they were gone, Dom looked down at Elsa, his eyes light again; it was the old Dominic Andrews. "'For the love of Dominic Andrews'?" he laughed.
Elsa flushed. "You heard that? Oy..."
"You're so cute," he said, ruffling her hair.
"Thanks for saving me," she mumbled, barely audible.
"What?" Dom teased. "I couldn't quite catch that."
"Thank you for saving me. Again." She rested her head on his chest.
"Any time, darling," he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. "Any time."
She yawned and smiled up at him.
"Bed?" he asked.
"Bed. Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed!" she said quickly and pointed toward Jack's cabin.
"In Jack's room?" he asked.
"How many times must I explain?!" she almost yelled. "I have been shot, I am in pain, I want to sleep. Even if I could make it down those bloody steps, I would never make it back up them in the morning! Please let me sleep in Jack's bed tonight."
"Alright, alright," he said, holding a finger to her lips. "Do I have permission to escort Mademoiselle Sparrow to her room?"
"I would be highly honored," she smiled, taking his outstretched arm.
"I love you."
"I love you."