Short chapter… well, shorter. Sorry! Again, thank you so much for reading, and I'm so glad that you're enjoying my story!
Jack looked around at the complete emptiness that the cell personified now that Elizabeth was no longer with him. He hoped that he hadn't made a mistake letting her go off on her own, but he had faith in her, and knew she'd be able to defend herself if she was presented with the situation again.
After he got over his loss of Elizabeth, he decided to go forward with the plan he had made for himself. He took all the tubs that were scattered around the cell and poured the remainder of the water in each tub into one single tub. And then he sat, and waited for the man to bring him another tub of water.
Exactly two hours later the man came. Jack was waiting for him, right behind the door. The minute the man opened up the door, Jack threw the tub of water into his face like a pie in the face of a clown. He grabbed the man's sword and stabbed him in the stomach, and went running for his life, finally out of the cell and onto his search for his Elizabeth.
The outside of the cell consisted of a winding stairwell that lead straight down to the beach. Jack ran quickly down the stairs, surprised no one else was there to meet him in his path. He got outside and understood why.
Davvy Jones's whole crew, or all the ones who could walk on land, was out there waiting for him.
"Oh, bugger," Jack said to himself.
"Trying to escape, Captain Sparrow?" Called Jones from the ship that was in the docks.
"No, I was just... going out for a little stroll, is all."
"You're good enough to leave your lass up there all alone?" One of Jones's crew called to him.
"She'll be fine on her own," Jack said, keeping his eyes forward and not looking off into the distance where he had last seen Elizabeth a few hours ago.
"That's not a very good thing to do, Sparrow," Jones called.
"Well, I'm not a very good man," Jack called back.
"She's escaped, hasn't she?" Jones asked him.
"I wouldn't know, I don't think she was well enough to even walk after what one of your other crewmen did to her," Jack said carefully. Jones yelled for someone to check upstairs, and Jack winced as a crewman ran off, following the order.
"Where's my heart, Jack?" Jones asked.
"Not with me, that I can assure you," Jack said. "I never felt that way about you, like I said before."
"What did you do with it?" Jones said, ignoring Jack's comment.
"Nothing. Davvy Jones, I did have your precious heart at one point, but someone must have gotten it out of my jar of dirt, where it should have been safe," Jack stopped to think about that, and then shook it off, "I have no idea where it could have gotten off to."
"Are you absolutely positive, Jack Sparrow, that you have no idea where my heart is?" Jones asked him, finality in his tone.
"Yes... absolutely positive."
"Then you are of no use to me. Kill him!" Screamed Jones. The crewmember who decided to do the deed didn't raise his sword, but instead cocked his gun and pointed it at Jack's chest, beginning to pull the trigger.