A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I am sorry for that. I want reviews though! Please! (gets on hands and knees) please! I want at least 4 reviews for my story this chapter. Let's roll.

Chapter 7: Consequences of Drinking Piss Water

The time passed slowly on the sunny beach. I sat in the blinding white sand with a bottle of rum in hand looking out at the ocean. Nothing made sense anymore, but strangely I didn't find any need to get off this island. It just seemed like everything would be okay if I could stay in one place for a while. On the other hand, Elizabeth seemed to be brimming with anxiety to get off this patch of sand. She approached me looking angry.

"There are always consequences for irresponsible behavior." She nagged.

"Irresponsible? Why can't I drink?" I said angrily, "You need to let loose."

"Don't be complaining to me when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow. Why aren't you helping?" She demanded.

"Helping with what?" I asked.

"You're sitting on your butt not doing anything, drinking that foul piss water."

"It's sitting right in front of me. What am I suppose to do with it? Jack said there was no way to get off of here."

"You're impossible! Will could be dead if not already- wait. I know how we can get off of here!"

"A signal fire." She said to herself.

"Huh?" I said hazily. My mind was beginning to cloud from the alcohol.

"We could build a signal fire with the rum and then the British navy will come and save us!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"You're gonna build a tower of rum?" I asked confused.

"No. We'll burn the rum." She said annoyed.

"Why?"

"Because then we'll be spotted." She replied.

"But nobody's here."

Elizabeth let out a groan of impatience, "Never mind." And stalked off.

We started a bon fire when it got dark and ate some fruit that we found on the island. It was a crazy night. I don't remember much except that damn song Elizabeth and Jack were singing. All three of us were dancing around our fire we had made stumbling in the sand.

"I love this song! Really bad eggs! Ooh," Jack fell to the ground, "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"

"I'll put a shot gun in my mouth if you sing this damn song again Jack. It's driving me up the wall!" I said feeling my head pound with a headache, "I can never get away from it."

The two started singing again and I walked over to a quiet thicket of bushes and collapsed. I think I must have passed out.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining. It was morning. What happened last night? I had a terrible headache, my joints were sore, and when I tried to get up, it felt like my body was made of lead.

I walked over holding my head and then took a double take. Was that a huge fire blazing in the trees?

"Bloody hell, Elizabeth. Why's the island on fire?" I called.

Jack had also woken up and now he was yelling at Elizabeth too, "No! Not good! Stop! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

"Yes the rum is gone." She replied as he ran up to her.

"Why is the rum gone?" He asked confused.

"One because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won't see it?"

"But why is the rum gone?" Jack asked devastated.

"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."

"She gets daddy to save her." I said to Jack, "Well this is fantastic! Me and you get to be locked up, while Elizabeth can save Will and live happily ever after. She played us good."

Jack took out his pistol and pointed it at her, but then thought better of it. He stalked off, and I could hear him muttering under his breath, "'Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack. Must have been terrible for you.' "He mimicked, "Well it bloody is now! There'll be no living with her after this."

I spotted the Dauntless on the horizon. It sailed up to the beach and Elizabeth came to greet it. Here comes the cavalry, I thought.

The three of us were let on board. I didn't like be surrounded by so many British soldiers no more than the crew of the Black Pearl. I heard Elizabeth arguing with the governor and Commodore Norrington.

"But we've got to save Will." She exclaimed.

Governor Swann answered, "No. You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates!"

"Then you will condemn him to death." Elizabeth pleaded.

"The boy's fate is regrettable, but, then, so was his decision to engage in piracy." Her father spoke.

"To rescue me. To prevent anything from happening to me."

"If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion, the Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat to the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up?" Jack emphasized.

I looked at him knowing he was lying, that he just wanted to be brought to the Pearl so he could escape.

"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself."

"But are not you the captain and leader of this vessel. The one man that has the intelligence and cunning to render the enemy helpless." I added in.

"Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift." Elizabeth asked.

"Elizabeth, are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" Her father asked.

"I am."

"A wedding! I love weddings…drinks all around!" Jack said happily and extended his arms, "I know. "Clap him in irons," right?"

"Mr. Sparrow," the commodore spoke, "you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to the Isle de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase "silent as the grave." Do I make myself clear?"

"Inescapably clear." Jack replied.

The commodore turned to me, "I don't think we've ever met before."

"Probably not. I live in Tortuga."

"What is your name miss?" He asked.

"Santana," I replied.

"If you wish, you may stay with Elizabeth. We can drop you off at Tortuga."

"Um, I guess that's okay, but I'd rather stay with Jack."

"As you wish." He responded casually.

The Dauntless changed course and headed back through the clear seas of the Caribbean, sailing closer to the Black Pearl, Will, and Barbossa. Once again we would meet.

A/N: I hope Aqua was pleased with my chapter. I thought of you when I wrote the title lol. Maybe 2-3 more chapters. I know, that's what I say all the time. It's taking forever to finish this. I'm not sure about a sequel. Let me know what u guys think about a continuation. EvilTrafficCone Out!