Disclaimer: Don't own pirates of the Caribbean, or the storyline. All I really own are my interpretations of Elizabeth's thoughts and reasoning behind her actions.

Chapter Ten

After a very long swim, we both made it to the Island shore. I walked through the water to the sand, which I found to be quite difficult while wearing my underclothes, which were also wet, and stuck to my skin. I got to the dry sand, to find that Jack wasn't following me. I turned around and took a few steps back towards him.

He was looking out to sea. "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."

Jack then turned around and walked up the beach onto the grass.

I had to almost run to catch up with him. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then."

Jack stopped and turned around, unexpectedly "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" He looked down at my skirt, then turned his nose up. "– unlikely - young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

Jack then swiftly turned and knocked on a nearby tree. Which was strange

"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow." I protested as Jack started to take big steps, and seemed to be counting his steps. This was also strange, but I ignored it and continued my argument.

"You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company." I said, quoting what I'd heard. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot."

Jack started to jump up and down, and I went to stand in front of him. "Are you the pirate I've read about or not?" I was surprised at how loud my voice had gotten. I calmed myself, and next time I spoke my voice was softer, yet more serious. "How did you escape last time?"

Jack stepped forward, making me step back a few steps. He seemed to be thinking hard. "Last time…" Jack hesitated. "I was here a grand total of three days, all right?"

He turned away from me and went back to the piece of grass he was jumping on. He reached over and pulled on it, revealing a secret cellar door. "Last time the rumrunners used this island as a cache." He stepped down a few steps into the cellar. "They came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business." I heard clinking of glass, and saw Jack bend over. "Probably…have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." His voice was muffled because his back was to me and he was bending down. Jack then rose holding two bottles of rum.

"So that's it then?" I said, bitterly disappointed and rose my voice to stop myself from crying. " That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?"

I leant in close to him, my quieter. "You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!"

Jack looked at me strangely, then held his arms out, and wiggled his chest a little. "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."

He then went past me, pushing a bottle of rum as he did so.

I looked at the rum for a minute, then smiled as I formulated a plan.

"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs." I yelled out, not even really singing. We were on the beach, and it was after nightfall. We had built a fire, which now blazed brightly, as I welcomed the heat. Me and Jack had drunk quite a few bottles of rum, although I was acting much more drunk then I actually was, I was feeling my vision blur slightly and felt strangely relaxed.

So, there we were, running around a fire drunkenly singing out of tune. "Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me."

"I love this song." Jack yelled out, as we met in the middle and started dancing around with our arms linked. I laughed as we spun.

"Really bad eggs." Jack yelled out, before groaning a little and falling over. He groaned and sat up, then grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him in the sound. I laughed as he pulled me down.

"When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"

"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main" I said, making my voce much deeper and older, which was funny.

"Not just the Spanish Main , love. The entire ocean. The entire wo'ld." Jack said, using his hand to point out towards the sea, which was supposed to indicate the entire world.

"Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is…" I watched him intensely, amused at all his hand gestures. "What the Black Pearl really is…is freedom."

"Jack" I said, leaning against him drunkenly. This was because I was really beginning to feel the effects of the rum now, which mixed in with my pity for the pirate. "…It must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island."

"Oh, yes." Jack agreed, and put his arm around me. "But the company is infinitely better than last time, I think. The scenery has definitely improved."

I looked at his hand, which was resting on my shoulder, in disgust.

"Mr. Sparrow." I slide away from his arm, but still stayed seated. I used a more spoilt, noble women's voice this time. "I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

Jack pointed his finger at me. "I know exactly what you mean, love." His hands just went up to curl his moustache.

I laughed coyly, and raised my bottle, as Jack put his hand on my neck, in the exact place Will had just yesterday.

"To freedom." I said, hoping to distract him.

Jack looked at me, then raised his glass, but left his hand resting on my shoulder, against my neck. "To the black pearl."

We clinked our bottles together, and I had a swing of mine. Jack continued to scull his bottle. I looked at his hand in disgust, and felt some kind of relief when he finally passed out.

I felt some kind of joy, throwing barrels into the fire I had made on the grass while Jack was sleeping. I was doing something productive, which was distracting me from the terrible headache I had from last night. I guess I had drunk too much rum.

As I threw a barrel in it I ducked, as it caused a small explosion.

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing?" I heard Jack wake up, and walked over, towards the beach, where he was running. He ran past me to look at the fire I had made. "You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

I almost sighed in disgust, but instead replied "Yes, the rum is gone."

"Why is the rum gone?" Jack asked, and I could hear him walk over to me.

One," I said spinning around, aware my voice was harsh and loud. "Because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels." I knew I was ranting now, but couldn't help but find some pleasure in it. I was also glad that not only was there no signs of the hangover I was suffering, but I also got to prove I'm smarter then Jack. "Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"

Jack looked at me for a second, then raised his arms in confusion. "But why is the rum gone?"

I turned around and sat down in the warm sand, looking out into the horizon. "Just wait, Captain Sparrow." I told him. "You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."

I sat there, still staring into the horizon. I heard Jack do something, then stalk away. I paid no attention to this. All I knew, was soon I'd be able to get off this island, and go rescue Will the way he rescued me.