Chapter 16: Filch and Sack
In his peripheral vision, Jack saw Will move for the chest. Thinking quickly, he whacked the lad in the head with his oar. He fell very neatly into the longboat.
Elizabeth cried out, "Will!"
"Leave him!" Jack commanded. He surveyed their situation. "Unless you plan to hit something with him," he amended.
"We'll never get out of here!"
"Not with the chest," Norrington said. He grabbed it, and ran. "Don't come back for me."
"I suggest we honor his request," Jack said, disguising the mild emotion that he had now; he did not ever want to abandon a man, not even Norrington; it reminded him far too much of what his old crew had done with him.
FLASHBACK
Barbossa levelled his sword at Jack. "Off the boat ye go, Jack."
Jack turned to face the island that he was now 'Governor of', in Barbossa's words. "As I recall the rules, Hector Barbossa, you are required to give me my pistol."
"Ah, yes. Bring forth Jack's pistol." It was handed to him, and he tossed it out onto the sand of the beach. "So long, Captain Jack Sparrow!" The tide carried the boat away, Barbossa cackling merrily all the way.
As Jack watched the mutineer sail away in his ship, he swore that he would escape this island and get his revenge.
Recalling that he'd been here before, he strode off the beach, and performed the necessary actions to find the trap door. He lifted it, descended, and pulled out a flask of rum. According to the rumrunners' schedule, they'd be by in a week or so. He sat down on the beach, got comfortable, and popped the cork on the rum.
It was only a waiting game now.
Ah, blessed rum.
END FLASHBACK
As Jack stood back on the Pearl's deck, he promised himself that if Norrington were still there, he'd go back to get him.
Maybe then the man would stop trying to kill him.