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Chapter 3
All Aboard?
Jack
It had been 2 years since I last saw Elizabeth. Ever since Will drove her off, he'd been miserable and I'd been…… well…… lonely. Since we got the pearl back, Elizabeth had been there when I needed her. I've always had a past that I needed to discuss, but I never had a confidant. But she made me so vulnerable. I felt comfortable with her and I knew she would never speak of the things we shared. She never did much talking, mostly she just listened. Part of the time I wasn't really listening to the things I was saying, I was just admiring by her beauty.
Her kind honey eyes perfectly framed by an exquisitely arched brow. Her full, pouting lips painted with a coral tint. Her sea breezed hair which managed to stay in those perfect waves until she laid her head on her favorite silk cased pillow. That was the only thing she brought with her to sea from Port Royale…
After she left, I was furious with Will. I left him in the port town Syliana and told him that I would never return for him. 5 days later, I got a heart and went back for him. The rest of the crew was disappointed that I'd gone returned for him, but they understood my decision. After all, Will couldn't survive a week in a town as ghastly as Syliana. When I found him he was passed out on the ground outside of a tavern, all bruised and bloody. He said he'd gotten into a nasty bar fight and he remembered nothing after the first few shots, which I assume were not delivered by him.
So it had been two years and Will was still sulking about over Elizabeth, which made him unable to perform any task on this ship and a disposable member of my crew. Despite his uselessness, he had grown to be one of me best mates. I could never get rid of him.
But I still wondered what Elizabeth is doing on days like that. Days when I just needed someone to talk to. Norrington could never do for her what I could. Who knows what would have happened if she had stayed here, here with me. I know I said Will was one of me best mates, but he wasn't himself. He was a zombie, a pawn in the game for Elizabeth's affection.
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Dialogue between the crew of the Pearl and Jack
"Alright boys, let's go have a bit of fun, eh?" Jack said with a sly smile.
"I dunno Jack, it seems as if a storm's comin' in." Said Tug, a big, broad shouldered, bald man.
"C'mon mate! We haven't had any fun in ages!" The crew replied to this with an agreeing howl. After a few minutes, the Pearl pulled up to the port of Cantiago. Jack had been here a few times. He enjoyed the atmosphere, the liquor, but mostly he enjoyed the women. The crew scattered away from the Pearl and headed out into the town. Tug reluctantly disembarked and looked to the clouds in the sapphire sky. He knew they meant more than what was obvious. He knew they meant trouble.
The Next Morning…
After enjoying a night of gambling, drinking, and pleasurable company, Jack and the crew headed back to the ship.
"All…….hic aboard hic" Jack managed to slur out as he staggered out of the brothel.
"'Scuse me Cap'n, but what exactly are we supposed to get aboard on?" Jed, a scrawny, dirty, cross-eyed crew member asked.
"The Pearl you idiot! If your head weren't screwed on yo---" Jack looked to the spot where he had docked the ship. It was gone. He couldn't see it anywhere. No one could. "Well boys," Jack said calmly, "The Pearl is……… gulp gone." He left the crew to discuss the dilemma. He found a massive sandbag, buried his head in it, and screamed at the top of his lungs. After all his work to get it back, the Pearl was gone. Again.