Danielle woke with a start a few hours after Elsa and Jack had left. The moon still glowed from the sky and the stars gave off their clear, resonating light. She repositioned her head on the pillow.
Crunch.
Danielle lifted her head up and moved a hand on top of the pillow. She found Elsa's note-a little crumpled, now that she had laid on it. She read it to herself.
Her first reaction was: "Will my boy?! Die Sparrow!" But then she thought, "Oh. my God, she's gone. No."
She felt herself about to cry.
"I knew having a pirate as a friend would cause some trouble." She got up and looked out over the harbor. No Black Pearl. No Elsa.
"I love you Jack," she said deafly quiet, so the only one who could hear her was the calm wind blowing in from the south.

A few months passed. Then a few more.
It was the next year before word of the Pearl and her crew reached Danielle Turner's ears.
Rumor had it the Pearl was fired upon by a Spanish fleet and sunk off the coast of Valparaisa.
Danielle was in the hallway of the Swann mansion when Commodore James Norrington told the Turners of the drastic news.
"Sunk off the coast of Valparaisa. Tsk tsk," the Commodore reported grimly. "A sad shame really!" He paused, causing Will and Elizabeth to wonder if he really did care. Danielle didn't believe a word.
"A shame that we didn't get the chance to hang them all, the worthless lot of them!" he suddenly laughed.
"Thank you for the news, Commodore. Now Elizabeth and I have some things to do. If you would," Will said through gritted teeth.
"Of course, Turner," Norrington bowed low and saw himself to the door. He turned in the doorway and said, "A pity about that girl, though-the other Sparrow," he smiled. "If we had caught her, maybe we could have fixed her up. With some work." Then with a slam of the door he was gone.
Danielle banged her fist on the wall and sunk to the floor. "Yeah, like that would have ever happened." She was crying now. "Elsa never would have let them take her. Not without a fight."
She thought about her best friend, who was now at the bottom of the sea. "It couldn't of happened. Norrington must be wrong..."
"Damn straight he's wrong."
Danielle looked up and saw a cloaked figure standing before her. Though face and clothes were completely concealed by the shabby coat, Danielle could still see that the person was short by stature, had brown boots on, and whenever the figure moved, something made a jingling, clinking sound.
Danielle's mouth fell open. Her eyes-still producing tears by the gallon-popped out of her head. She tried to say something-a name maybe-anything!-but nothing would come out. Only an enormous smile graced Danielle's tear stained face.
The figure removed the hood of her cloak and smiled that trademark grin. A red bandana unfolded onto the shoulders and beads by the dozen clanked and settled as well.
Elsa was back.
A scream and a cry of immense surprise from the Turner's were heard from the other room.
Jack was back.
Danielle shot up from the floor and hugged Elsa tightly.
The Sparrows were back.