Disclaimer: Cap-tain, Captain Jack Sparrow! Wheee…
A/N: Yes, a short chapter. Read and weep.
Squirrel stands up in the crow's-nest, staring out at the island. "Land ahoy!" She calls down to the crew.
"About time!" Anamaria shouts back, tersely. Squirrel feels the same rage stirring inside her. Those bastards tried to kill me, tried to make me hate Jack, tried to ruin his life. I don't care what Smith's reason for vengeance is. He's going down.
"Put out your lantern, Squirrel!" Gibbs calls up to the grey-cloaked girl. "Stealth, remember?"
Squirrel quickly extinguishes her light, and tries not to shudder as the world around her is suddenly plunged into darkness. The night sky is like the Pearl's sails - thick and black, with not even a hole for light to shine through. Even the moon has vanished behind thick clouds. Squirrel reaches for her belt, checking her weapons. Her shanghai, her pistol and her short sword are all primed and ready.
Squirrel hears Mister Cotton's parrot give a low squawk, and Squirrel shimmies down the rigging to the deck. The crew are waiting, dark shapes with no distinct faces.
"Let's get this over with." Jack whispers. "You know your orders. You know the plan. Aye?"
"Aye." The crew whisper back. Mister Cotton's parrot squawks twice, and the dark shapes dissipate, vanishing to their various posts. Squirrel is one of them, her shadow being a shade lighter than the rest - more of a grey than black.
"Stick close, luv." Jack says, reaching for her hand. "I won't lose you again."
"And I," She replies softly. "D-don't want to lose you."
The ropes creak gently, and the rowboats touch the surface of the water just as gently. The oars slide silently in and out of the water. Squirrel watches as the dark mass of the island comes ever closer.
Let's end this.
A/N: Yes, a short chapter. I have marshmallows prepared… for the next one, on Celina-chan's suggestion that I use the flames to my benefit.