Disclaimer: Apparently Disney doesn't sell the rights for films that are worth millions for £150 (all the money I have). So I have to make do with a copy of the film.

A Sparrow & A Barbossa

Chapter Five

After sulking for five minutes I jumped down to help the rest of the crew. I was more of a hindrance, as every few minutes I would look up to see if they were back.

Eventually I saw the boat. "There comin' back!" I yell. As the boat drew near I noticed there were only two people in the boat, Will and a young woman with blonde hair and fair skin. She was the woman we came all this way to rescue. She wasn't even pretty.

I gather round with the crew to hoist them onto the deck. The woman comes up first. "Not more pirates," she complains.

"Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth," Gibbs cheerfully welcomes her. "Mr. Gibbs?" Elizabeth queries.

Will climbs aboard. "Will, where's Jack?" I ask. "Jack? Jack Sparrow?" Elizabeth cries. "He fell behind," Will announces as he leads Elizabeth away.

I turn to Gibbs. There is a moment of silent understanding between us before he shouts out, "Keep to the code."

I turn back to look at he cave. Behind me I hear Anamaria ordering the crew about, "Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails! Make quickly, divvies."

"Jack," I whisper. Tears well up in my eyes. 'He can't be dead! I've only just found him again,' I walk to the cabin normally reserved for the Captain. Upon entering I throw myself onto the bed and weep into the pillow.

I feel a hand upon my shoulder. I draw my face away from the soft pillow and look up to see Anamaria.

"Never thought I'd see ye crying over a man," She comments with a smile. I sit up and try a weak one in return. She was right though. Back when we knew each other on board Muchacha Del Mar I was a fiery spirit who would sooner kill a man than let him speak, (well I had just been abandoned and men weren't my favourite people).

"Jack was different," I say in a small voice. Anamaria laughs, "That's one way to describe him."

She falls silent when I don't react. "Bloody Hell Kat ye can't sit here moping," Anamaria says, "I forbid it!"

"I don't care," I reply. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the window.

"Look out there Kat," She gestures out the window. I look out. The sun. The sky. The shrinking Isla de Muerta. The sea. "Would Jack want yer to give up on your first love?"

I shake my head. She beams and drags me back on deck.