Chapter 12 (Jack's Pov)

I stared out after the Black Pearl, feeling defeated. "Pray that'll be tha last time I watch tha man sail away on me beloved ship. Twice is more 'en enough."

I turned around to face me company. Liz was standing, facing me with an expression of melancholy on her face. Annie, on the other hand, stared at the ground, her silent tears wetting the sand.

"Well lasses, there's nothin' we can do now." I waded out of the shallow water and stumbled up to where Annie sat. "Doan cry, lass."

"Leave me alone." She murmured, not even meeting my gaze.

"No point feelin' sorry fer yerself, luv." I replied, trying to lighten the mood. "Lighten up."

Big Mistake. Annie's grey eyes met mine and I winced at the anger that flashed in them.

"Because of you, Captain Sparrow, Will is out there all alone on some bloody ship, filled with blood-thirsty pirates, just waiting to slit his throat for reasons no one will tell me and you 're telling me to lighten up!!!!!!" She yelled, pain and anger filling her tone.

I sighed. "Yer wanna know, Annie?" I asked softly.

She nodded.

"Alright. I'll tell ya." And so I did. I told her everything from the mutiny all the way to where we stand, stranded on the Island. Leaving out no details. The whole time Annie listened intently.

"I'm so sorry, Jack." She said when I finished. The tears still falling from her stormy eyes.

"It's alright, luv." I murmured and stood up. "There's nothin' we can do now, 'cept enjoy our time on the Island."

"Jack!" Liz suddenly cried. "You escaped this Island before, so we can escape the same way you did then!" She bounded up to me. Damnation! Now every one would know my secret.

I tried to change the subject. "For what point an' purpose, young missy? There is no way we'll make it off this Island in time ta save yer young William." I was well aware that Annie had started balling at that last statement.

Liz's expression changed to one of suspicion. I turned around and made my way towards the rum storage room, that was hidden on the Island. Liz followed me like a dog. "But what about the secret grand adventure of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?" She panted.

I couldn't hold it off any longer. Frustrated, I stopped walking and faced her. "Last time I was on this Island a grand total of three days, Alright? The rum-runners used this Island as a cache and when they came by I was lucky to barter a passage off." I noticed we were above the trapdoor into the storage room. Thirstily I bent down and yanked it open. Liz gasped and tripped back. "By the looks of things I'd say they've long been out of business. I'd thank yer bloody friend Norrington fer tha!"

I ducked down into the pit and came back out again with three bottles of rum. Angrily, I slapped one into Liz's hand and brushed past her.

Annie was wiping the tears off her face when I came back. She stood up and accepted the bottle I gave her.

It was going to be a long night.

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(Annabelle's Pov)

"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me." Jack, Liz and I danced around the fire place. I was drunk and I knew it. Clutching my half- full bottle of rum, I tripped back as Jack pulled me down and giggled gaily.

"I LOVE THIS SONG!!" Jack slurred and downed another mouth full of rum. Liz sat down on the other side of him, drunk also. "When I get the Pearl back I'm gonna teach it ta the whole crew!"

"A fearless pirate you'll be, Captain Sparrow!" I announced and sipped from my own bottle. The rum burning my throat.

"Positively the most fearsome pirate of the Spanish main!" Elizabeth added.

"Aye, but not jest the Spanish main, Luvs, the entire ocean, the entire wo'ld! We'll go where we wanna go, do what we wanna do, no one will be able ta stop us!" He prattled on, placing his arms around Elizabeth and I.

"We'll need to have a ship." I giggled, leaning on Jack.

"Aye, Luvs, we'll 'ave us a ship. The Black Pearl in fact. We'll snatch 'er from those ship snatchers! We'll even look out fer Mr Turner on tha way! And then we'll be free. Because that's what the Black Pearl really is yer know, it's not just a mast, a rudder an' sails, that's what a ship needs, but a ship is, what the Black Pearl is: Freedom." I saw that Jack had sorrow in his eyes when he spoke of his beloved ship.

I held out my bottle. "To freedom!" I toasted.

Jack and Elizabeth clanked their bottles against mine. "To Freedom!" They said in unison. Then we all raised our bottles to our mouths and sipped deeply.

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Warmth. Soft body. Manly furriness. Will? In excitement I opened my eyes to see I had been asleep, with my head Jack's shoulder and my finger tips were entwined in his chest hair that showed through his open shirt. I gasped and let go, luckily for me, Jack was still asleep. Damn, how drunk was I last night?

Yawning, I sat up and the smell of burning came to my nostrils. Curious, I turned around to see Elizabeth burning all the flagons of rum and food.

"Agh. Mmmmmmm. Yeah. Like that." Jack mumbled beside me. Then he sniffed and his eyes shot open.

Jack's eyes widened when he saw Elizabeth burning the flagons. "What are you doing!?!?" He cried and ran up to Elizabeth, waving his arms madly. "You burnt all the food, the shade, the rum!!"

Elizabeth caught my bemused look and turned back to Jack. "Yes, the rum is gone."

"Why is the rum gone?"

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. 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?" She yelled angrily.

Jack looked on the verge of tears. "But why is the rum gone?"

Elizabeth sighed and came to sit next to me. "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."

Behind Elizabeth's back, Jack pulled out his pistol and pointed it at her with an insane look on his face, then caught my gaze and stuck it back in his belt and stomped off, muttering under his breath.

I looked at Elizabeth again and she looked at me. Almost in unison, we started laughing. My sister was a master of evil.