GIVING UP CHARITY
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I sat on the rowboat, helping Bo'sun row Barbossa inside Isla de Muerta. Will was in Pintel and Ragetti's boat, and the rest of the crew was on the Pearl, being protected by a few of the other pirates. There was no way we'd be stopped this time. The cave gave an eerie feeling as we ventured deeper, and no matter how many times I was in here, I never got used to the fact it was cursed. I don't know if it was because I didn't share the same fate as the other pirates, or if I was just a true coward at heart who played the part of a courageous person. I shook off the feeling and felt Barbossa's hand on my shoulder. He smirked and then turned behind him. We had reached chest that held Cortez's gold.
The pirates exited their boats in an orderly fashion, which was odd, and I watched as they hauled Will up to the top. They bent him over the chest and Barbossa started to talk. I was not paying much attention for I was watching Will. He looked at me with such pain in his eyes and then his gaze was diverted from mind as he looked at Jack Sparrow. I turned and gasped. He had gotten off the island! But how? I wanted to speak, to interrupt, but it seems that the worst pirate of them all did it for me.
"Jack!" Will cried, looking at the pirate and then back at me.
"S'not possible," Barbossa whispered, removing the blade from Will's throat.
I watched Jack approach Barbossa, saying, "Not probable."
I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him from going any further. He looked at me as Will said, "Where's Elizabeth?"
"She's safe, just like I promised," Jack said.
His voice was drowned out as I had a sudden memory come to mind. The whole few minutes that they were conversing was interrupted. I saw Will and myself, still on the ship eight years ago. Will was telling the truth! Why did it take all this time to realize it? I let go of Jack and unsheathed my sword, holding it against Jack's back. I had an idea, but I didn't have any way of getting it to Jack or Will. I pushed the pirate onto his knees and Jack started giving Barbossa a plan to get two ships into the navy. What was he talking about? I shrugged and watched the others walk off into the ocean when Barbossa yelled, "Gents, take a walk!"
I left Jack and walked up to Barbossa. He let the whelp go, as he had called Will, and looked at me. "Am I truly his sister?"
Barbossa shrugged and grinned a grin that made me grimace. I never grimaced before at looking at his teeth but this made me cringe. "Only you would know. I found ye eight years ago. No family."
Will looked at me and I sighed. "I have dreams, mate, where he is my brother. I'm so confused!"
Barbossa wrapped his arm around my shoulder and whispered, "You turn out to be a Turner, and I'll kill you myself. If you are a Turner, speak now."
I looked at the ground and then back up, searching Jack and Will's face. What was I going to do? I watched Barbossa leave me and talk to Jack, and then suddenly, Jack and Barbossa were fighting. I took my sword and let Will free, watching him smile. Suddenly, three pirates lunged at Will and I, breaking us apart. I looked up at Jack before seeing Elizabeth come into play.
She was helping Will, and I heard her say, "Whose side is Jack on?"
Will replied, "At the moment?"
I ran to the chest and watched Will slice his hand, and then Jack, and watched Barbossa pull out his pistol and aim it at me. At first I thought he would have ignored me and would have aimed it at Elizabeth, but I stopped dead in my tracks, awaiting my death. I deserved this. I knew I did. I was a pirate, a sin to God. Wait, why was I having such a change of heart? I heard a pistol go off and I felt a sharp pain in my arm. Barbossa missed, but that was because he had a bullet lodged in his chest from Jack. I fell to the ground, whispering words that I couldn't understand. Elizabeth and Will ran to my side and helped me up, and that was as much as I can remember until I woke up and found myself on a bed that was located near a window.
No one was around, and I could hear drums beating. Jack's hanging! I quickly grabbed the nearest outfit, which happened to be my pirate's outfit, put it on and ran to the hearing. They couldn't hang Jack! Not without me! I was worse than he. How was I going to save him?
AN: Sorry for lack of updates. A severe case of writer's block and school and work are the causes. SORRY!