Chapter 5- Thanks so much everyone! I love JE and find it incredibly hard to read anything else unless the author rocks my face off! Mucho thanks to Captain Ammie, Murdererer ( I actually misspelled it like this today!), Novalea, PirateLass1963, Mrs. Skywalker (totally has my last name in it haha) and Captain Anna! Amazing how many captains are on this site lol!
Chapter 5- changing the script a but DON'T PANIC:-D
The muscles in Elizabeth's arms shook and protested as she used her body weight to hurl the last crate of the precious rum into the exceedingly large fire, which they had spent the morning in it's entirety to build. Jack had just recently fallen unconscious, leaving Elizabeth to finish the work herself.
An explosion rang out and she let her knees buckle to lower her to the ground and covered her head with both of her arms. It was about that time that Jack Sparrow came back from his drunken slumber and hopped to his feet.
"That's the last of it." She mumbled to herself just as Jack went speeding past her with his arms flailing frantically.
"No!" He bellowed and looked at the fire with a cringe. "Not good!" He recognized the smell of the fire and felt both grief and anger start to fill him. "Stop! Not good! What are you doing?" Elizabeth had already turned and was looking out to the horizon. "You burned all the food, the shade... the rum!"
"Yes, Jack." Elizabeth stated in an impatient tone. "The rum is gone. And it was YOUR idea." She added, wondering if she could convince him of this now that he was starting to return to the sober world.
"Why is the rum gone?" Elizabeth set her jaw and frowned. Was alcohol all that this man cared for?
"You decided to burn the rum to make a signal. And with the entire Royal Navy out looking for me, do you really think they'll miss this one? It's over a thousand feet high, now, sit, Sparrow," She commanded, throwing herself in the sand as well. "Keep a weather eye, now, it won't be long."
Jack's mind was still mostly clouded by either drunkenness or anger and he failed to see the point of Ms. Swann's ramblings. He really didn't figure himself daft enough to come up with this plan, and repeated, "But why is the rum gone?"
"Just wait, Captain Sparrow." Elizabeth said and kept her hard stare out to the horizon in front of her. "Give it one hour, maybe two, but you will see white sails on that horizon." She told him.
For just barely an instant, Captain Jack Sparrow saw the rationality of the plan in which he apparently devised. But then the thought passed, and it was replaced by very real anger.
He stared at her from behind, the very idea of dying along with her on this island infuriating him. He pulled his pistol from it's spot nestled under his belt and gripped the barrel before it was aimed. That shot was meant for Barbossa, and Jack had to inwardly kick himself to remember that. After a quick moment of fumbling with the weapon, it was placed back in its rightful place. His well-trained eyes snapped up to the horizon as a fleck on the line found his attention. Lo and behold, there was a ship, apparently making it way towards them. "Bloody hell." Jack murmured inaudibly and walked toward the trees where his 'effects' were stored.
Elizabeth watched Jack silently (taking her attention off the sea and all together missing the oncoming ship) as he threw himself down into the grass once again. And there he lay for nearly an hour, his eyes closed with his face looking up to the sun. Elizabeth hadn't intentionally aimed to upset him. Although when the possibility crossed her mind, as she was conjuring her plan, it hadn't stopped her.
Besides, Jack purposefully enraged her quite often, so why not pay him back, per say?
"I am sorry for the loss of your rum, Jack." She called, just loud enough for him to hear, not entirely sure whether or not the Captain was awake.
"It's quite a'right, love." Jack said without moving or opening his eyes, but stretched his arms out before folding them under his head. "There is sure to be more rum in the world than that. And it worked, so it is no matter."
Elizabeth shot him a questioning look despite the fact that his eyes remained closed, and pondered what he meant. It was then she remembered that she was supposed to be keeping her eye at sea, and snapped her gaze to a ship on the horizon. It was no bigger than a pebble to her eyes, but it was coming toward her, full speed, from what it seemed. "It worked indeed." Elizabeth mumbled and watched intently.
Sooner than later, the task of watching something that seemed to be sitting still became boring and lulled Elizabeth down toward the sand, where she now lay on her side with half-open eyes. Jack was still baking in the sun merrily just behind her.
By the time the ship was becoming more distinct, Elizabeth was mostly asleep. The only sounds registering to her were the small waves tumbling on top of one another and a breeze rustling in the trees that weren't burning. The heat of the fire still barely fell upon her arm and the crackling from what was left of the wooden crates rang out only every few seconds, reminding her to momentarily open her eyes to look at the ship that didn't seem to be any closer.
At last, her body's exhaustion took her over and she fell asleep peacefully before she could notice that the reason her new found ship wasn't coming any closer was that it had dropped anchor and a smaller boat was on its way to get the two of them.
