Author's Note:

Thanks to Starpossum, and Sphinx Jinx and everyone who read my story. There's not too much to say. I'm sick in case you were wondering. Once again instead of catching up on my school work I'm doing this. I don't think there's anything wrong with that though. I'm still hoping to get suggestions of what movie to do next.

Chapter #8:

Elizabeth stood on a plank surrounded by jeering pirates. There was noise everywhere and in the distance I could see a pretty tropical island.

"Barbossa you lying bastard," Will yelled, "you swore she'd go free!"

"Whoa," I moaned, "what happened?" I felt as if I had missed something.

"You fainted," Ragetti giggled, "out like a light you were."

"I did?" I tried hard to remember.

Then all of the sudden I remembered. Barbossa was going to throw Elizabeth, Jack, and I overboard and onto that little island where we would probably die. I didn't think it was so pretty now.

Now it was an evil tropical island.

"Don't dare impugn me honor boy," Barbossa was yelling, "I agreed she'd go free but it was you who failed to specify when or where." All the pirates chortled evilly as Will was gagged.

"Damn loopholes," I grunted.

"Though it does seem a shame to loose something so fine," Barbossa asked, "don't it?"

"Aye," all the men agreed.

"That's sick," I told Ragetti and Pintel who I was nearest.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go."

"I always liked you," Jack told a pirate. The pirate growled at him.

The pirates laughed even harder, and one whistled loudly as Elizabeth took off the voluminous dress and threw it at Barbossa.

"Goes with your black heart," she spat.

"I don't know," I said, "it looks purple to me."

"Ahh," Barbossa said throwing the dress to the pirates, "it's still warm." They laughed again. This was a very funny day for them. For me however it was not a funny day.

The pirates called at Elizabeth to jump. The cute little monkey hissed. I hadn't known they could do that. It was still adorable. Will and Elizabeth shared a long romantic look.

"Too long," an impatient pirate yelled, stomping on the plank. It shook and Elizabeth fell off with a yell. I didn't laugh along with the pirates but this time I really wanted to join them.

Until they dragged me over to the plank.

"Hey Elizabeth's hands weren't tied," I pouted, "how come mine are? Do you hate me?"

"Yes," Barbossa said shoving me hard. I tripped and slipped. I made a wild grab and caught the side of the plank. I was holding on with just my fingertips.

Until I saw a big boot coming down at my poor fingers. I let go and began falling. I hit the water.

I don't know how I managed to make it to shore, my hands were still tied and I'm not a good swimmer under the best circumstances. After a little bit I had heard a splash as Jack joined me. Even though his hands were tied he still swam faster then me and reached the shore before me.

As the three of us stumbled onto the beach Jack cut the ropes around his hands and then the ropes around my hands.

"That's the second time," he grumbled, "I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." For a second nobody said anything and then, "oh well." Jack began to walk away from the beach. "There's nothing we can do now."

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"But you were marooned on this island before," Elizabeth yelled angrily, "so we can escape in the same way you did before."

"Yeah," I added.

"To what point and purpose young missies?"

"I don't know about Elizabeth," I said, "but I just want to go home and live in a house on solid ground. And food, lots of food."

"The Black Pearl is gone," he continued ignoring me, as usual, and looking at Elizabeth, "Unless you gave a rudder and sails hidden in that bodice," Elizabeth looked insulted and I chuckled, "unlikely. Young Mister Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

"The truth hurts," I said nodding. Jack knocked on a tree and Elizabeth and I gave him an odd look.

"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow," she pleaded.

"I knew that," I interrupted.

"You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents from the East India Company." Elizabeth continued.

"I didn't know that."

"And you sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot." Jack was now jumping up and down on the sand. I started jumping up and down too, it was actually fun though I couldn't tell what the point was.

"How do you know all that?"

"Are you the pirate I've read about or not?" She demanded. "How did you escape last time?"

"Well?" I asked curious.

"Last time," he began, "I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," he bent down and opened a hatch in the ground, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache," he crawled down into the little underground storage area, "they came by and I was able to barter passage off. From the looks of things they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He emerged his arms full of bottles filled with liquid.

"So that's it then?" Elizabeth asked incredulous, "That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?"

"Captain," I reminded her.

"You spent three days laying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Welcome to the Caribbean love," Jack said pressing a bottle into each of our hands. I started to follow Jack but Elizabeth grabbed my arm.

"Wait," she whispered, "I have a plan-"

"I've heard that before," I chuckled without humor.

"Will you listen? We have to get Jack drunk." We both looked over at Jack who was taking a gulp from his bottle.

"That shouldn't be a problem," I told her.

"Oh just act drunk," she sighed and walked away. I looked down at my bottle.

It would probably be easier to act drunk if I took just a little sip of this delicious looking drink.

Or maybe two sips…

Another Author's Note:

Thanks to enigmagirl2727 for helping me come up with what to have Maggie do on the island. I guess my plan of having her meet a hot guy named Boone and about forty other people stranded there after a plane crash was a little out there.