A/N: Sorry about those lines in ch. 5. I'll fix em as soon as I can. Well I hope this one turned out better. It pretty much follows the story line except I wanted it to be the next day that they get marooned. And please review! I feel unloved right now so I want some more reviews before I continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean

Chapter 6: On the Sodding Island

I awoke the next morning not knowing where I was. I looked around confused at what I saw around me. Jack lay next to me still sleeping, and farther off, I saw Elizabeth and Will. We were surrounded by the crew of the Interceptor in the brig. Then the previous night's adventures flooded back to me, the cave where Barbossa had captured me and Jack and brought us back to the Black Pearl and the intercepting of the Interceptor. And the fateful encounter with Barbossa illuminating me on whom my father was and that I had apparently died. What was up with that?

I also recalled a hard night being forced into a tiny cage with the rest of the crew where we were forced to sleep. I hoped this next day would bring better fortune. It seemed like all I had managed to do yesterday was fail.

My arm was very stiff and sore, sleeping on a damp floor had not helped my constitution and my neck burned like hell.

I looked at Jack still sleeping and felt glad he was there. I was thankful that he had taken me under his wing during all this havoc. I never would have imagined that I would feel some attraction towards him when I first met him on that dark night, but this adventure had brought us close together.

I recalled last night having a conversation with him about my past.

I sat in the corner of the brig silently, brooding over the things Barbossa had told me about my father. Was it true? Did my mother really die like that, and was Charlie Pace really not my father. I had always thought he had loved me and wanted to take care of me, but now that I knew he was a pirate, I didn't know what he had done. The most puzzling was the fact that Barbossa insisted that I had died. Charlie had slit my throat he claimed.

Jack shuffled over to me in the cramped brig.

"Aye lass, mind if I sit?"

I looked up at him with my hazel eyes, "If you can find a spot. What is it?" I asked.

"I wanted to know what Barbossa told ya. When we first got on the ship. Noticed you were kinda running away from him when you got down here."

I snorted, "Oh yeah, I was running down here because Barbossa wanted me dead. He's a crazy lunatic." Jack smiled and waited.

"He said," I continued, "That he knew my father, Charlie Pace, and that my father had killed me on his orders. I don't know what to make of it." I said bitterly.

"Go on," he urged, and I told him what else had happened.

When I had finished, he sat pondering my words, finally he answered, "I know of a Charlie Pace. He was indeed a pirate, as for your immortality, I haven't the slightest idea."

"Wait, what about the curse? Barbossa and his men are immortal. Couldn't that curse have been on me?" I asked, thinking this had to be the answer.

"For that curse to work, you would have had to take the Aztec gold from the chest and then return it with all the other 882 pieces. But that's impossible because we still haven't returned all the medallions."

"Well I'm bloody stumped." I replied, "You don't actually believe Barbossa will let us go?" I spoke up.

"Positively don't know. He's got some tricks up his sleeve, but don't worry lass."

"Worry? I'm worried about not getting a fair share of revenge on him for killing my mum." I said darkly.

"You wanted revenge on me if I don't recall." Jack answered.

"Yeah well let's just say I skipped over your name on my list for now." I returned.

Out of nowhere, he kissed me on my lips. I was so surprised that when we broke apart I looked at him confused.

"I guess I'll have to watch my back."

I snapped back to the present as a sailor came down and let us out of our prison. We were ordered up on deck and followed him not knowing what to expect.

A plank was laid out at the end of the ship, and many of the pirates were laughing and jeering us.

Barbossa forced Elizabeth on the plank.

"Go on poppet, go! Walk the plank!" A pirate mocked.

"Barbossa you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will exclaimed in outrage.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine."

"Aye," Agreed the men.

"So I'll be having that dress back before ya go." He growled.

Jack added, "I always liked you." To one of the pirates next to him trying to persuade him to let him go.

Elizabeth took off the dress and whipped it at him, "It goes with your black heart."

"Ooh, it's still warm!" Barbossa taunted.

"Off ya go! Come on!" Someone spoke.

Elizabeth stood on the narrow plank looking scared. Then without warning a pirate shook the plank and yelled, "Too long!" And Elizabeth plunged into the sea.

"I'd really rather hoped we were past all this." Jack said beside me.

"Jack, Jack. Did ya notice? That be the same little island we made you Governor of on our last little trip."

"I did notice." He answered.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape? But I doubt it." Barbossa unsheathed his sword and waved it at Jack, "Off ya go."

"Last time you left me with a pistol with one shot."

"By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it foreword." Barbossa asked in a fake nice tone.

"Seeing as there's three of us, a gentleman, would you give us three pistols?"

"It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be a gentleman and shoot the ladies and starve ta death yourself."

Barbossa threw the gun overboard and Jack dove in to get it. I strained against the man holding me to see if he made it back up.

"Santana. I do believe you're up." Barbossa called, "That's two in the water and one ta go."

The pirates pushed me foreword. I stepped up onto the plank and looked out at all the men. They were watching me with hungry looks in their eyes.

"You know, you should give us a complimentary breakfast to go along with that feast." I spoke sarcastically.

"Oh how much I would like ta strangle yer nice little neck, but unfortunately Turner had ta include all the fools go."

"God looks after fools." I replied, "Oh and by the way, did you ever find that pirate's head?" I laughed almost hysterically. Reality and fantasy were not clearly separated in my mind right now. I felt like I was going to snap.

"You're gonna need God where you're goin." Barbossa threatened.

"Fine, I'll see you in hell." I replied as I dove into the ocean. I hit the warm water and resurfaced far away from the ship. Elizabeth and Jack climbed onto the beach, I followed.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack said angrily.

"But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then." Elizabeth followed Jack. She seemed determined to get off the island.

"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely- young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

"Where are you going Jack?" I asked, but he was determined to knock on trees. Then he took four steps and jumped a few times.

"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"

"She makes a good argument." I added in.

"Last time I was here a grand total of three days all right? Last time," He said as he opened a cellar door hidden underneath the sand, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been outa business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He climbed out with three bottles of rum in his hands.

"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Welcome to the Caribbean luv." He said handing me and Elizabeth a bottle.

"So we're stuck on this sodding island? Is there anything to hunt?" I asked.

"Nope." Jack answered.

"Terrific." I stated taking a swig from the rum bottle.

A/N: Yeah, I didn't like this chapter as much for some reason, but hopefully the next one I'll be able to put more ingenuity into it. R & R!