Epilogue

As soon as her feet touched the sandy bottom of the ocean, Else stood and started walking towards the beach. She drug herself out of the water, and as she went, she thanked her lucky stars that all of the medicine vials in her bag were sealed with wax from the night before. She swung her bag over her shoulder, and proceeded to the white sand beach.

Else walked up to where Jack Sparrow was standing on the waters edge, staring out into the ocean, to the ship he probably loved more then her. The sun was slowly advancing to the sky, and the rain water from the night before glistened in the dawn.

"...Jack?" Else asked tentatively. She looked up to his face to see an expression of blind rage, loathing, and something else, so horridly unnameable. She knew he would get his revenge. Jack didn't look down at her as she stood there staring into his face. His own burning eyes were concentrated on the now small black dot that was once his proud vessel. The number one joy in his life.

When the Black Pearl finally sailed over the horizon, Else dropped her bag on the beach, and left Jack standing there. He needed to be alone, and she needed to get over the events from the night before.

Rolling up the hem of her breeches, she slowly started walking around the circumference of the island, the pistol in her pocket weighing heavy. Somehow they would get off, and somehow that man would get his ship back.

She was willing to stake her life on it.