A/N: Sorry for the long update. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN PIRATES OK!
I awoke to the loud explosion that Elizabeth had made by burning all the rum, clever girl. I sat up and choked on the smoke, this would defiently tick 'ol Jack off to a new level. I got up and streched, getting rid of the cramps I had from sleeping huddled up like a shell. I went over to the sound of the explosion to have to deal with more loud noises.
"What are you doing? You've burned all the food, the shade, the rum!" Jack gaped.
"Yes the rum is gone." Elizabeth confirmed.
"Why is rum gone?" Jack begged.
"One because it is a vial drink that turns even the most respectful men into complete scoundrols. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high, the entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you think their is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
Boy that was a mouthful.
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack still wanted to know.
I slapped my forehead.
"Just you wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour maybe two keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on the horizon." Elizabeth explained, oblivious to the fact that Jack was ticked.
I heard him start to move off down the other side of the beach.
"You have no idea what you just did." I informed her.
"I saved us! This will help us save Will!" She shouted.
"Hold on a second. What's with all this us stuff? I never said I was going to help." I intervened.
"Bu..but you want to save Will too. Otherwise you would have let him die on the Pearl!" She replied.
"Look at this Elizabeth! We're on a damn island! We're safe..." But I trailed off.
I did want to save Will. But it wasn't because I wanted revenge (ok maybe that was mostly it) but Bootstrap would want me too. He wouldn't want Will to have to face the same fate he did.
Boostrap always thought of his son first. Even that one day he sent Will away when we blew up another ship. He sent William on a raft to the other ship, where he would be safe. The tears in Bootstrap's eyes and the sadness he felt, yet at the same time he knew he was doing the right thing. I couldn't let his efforts be worthless.
But what were the chances that young Turner was still alive. Very slim I suppose but I do have to try don't I?
"Alright Elizabeth. You win."
I sat down on the sand with her.
"I'm due to be married, but I really don't love him. I love Will." She suddenly burst out.
"Well then you should let him know that." I explained simply.
"Its not that easy. Haven't you ever been in love?" She asked.
I paused, not really sure if I should bother answering her question. Fourtunetly I didn't have to.
"There they are! I see them!" She was jumping up and down.
Before I had a chance to try and hide she was dragging me onboard the navy ship. They put Jack and myself in handcuffs. It was probably smart to do that with Jack. While Elizabeth tried to get them to go after Will Jack tried talking to me.
"Oh come on your still mad at me? God maybe I should have left you in that building without a mother or a father."
That earned him a kick in his stomach. He doubled over.
"Come on love I saved your life. They probably would have shot you too."
Elizabeth came to a compromise with one Commodore Norrington. Norrington explained that we would lead him into the Isla de Muerta along with his troops. Then we were sent in the brig below decks. When the door was shut and locked I sat down on the floor, ignoring Jack.
"Jazzy..."
"For the love of the sea Jack shut the bloody hell up! I don't want to hear your apologies or blubbering. I'm not coming along because I have to or because your here. I'm doing it because this is what Bootstrap would want me to do." I retorted.
"I've saved you countless times!" He shouted back.
"Twice Jack. Just twice. You've almost killed me more times than you saved me! The problem Jack is you don't care. If you did my parents would still be alive!"
"I am basically your father! I saved you and raised you!"
I stopped before I said the next thing on my mind. I knew Jack was right, I had always known he was right. But how can you forgive someone who is just basically a drunk coward? I mean he could have protected my parents and excepted the punishment for his actions. But he was too afraid. But then again he did take me in as a small child and took care of me.
"I don't know Jack."
Soon we arrived at the Isla de Muerta and Jack and I were taken into the boats. Norrington talked to himself.
"Any chance to storm the cave could turn into an ambush."
"Not if your the one doing the ambushing. I go in there and convince Barbossa to come out, you and your men row back to the Dauntless and blast the buhjeesus out of them with your little cannons. What have you got to lose?" Jack compromised.
(A/N: Lol, buhjeesus.)
"And I'll go with him to ensure that he doesn't do anything stupid." I offered. "What do you have to lose?"
"Nothing I'd lament being rid of." Norrington answered.
Jack and I got into a seperate rowboat, him rowing and me seated right behind him as we entered the caves.
"Jasmine?"
"I'm doing this for Will not for you." I answered.
"How are you supposed to fight if you can't see?" He questioned as the rowboat hit the shore.
I pulled out the extra oar from behind me.
"I don't..."
I smacked him hard over the head with the oar.
"...and neither will you."
I tossed the oar aside and pushed the unconcious Jack further down into the rowboat. Then I took the rope and tied it around the nearest rock I felt so it wouldn't float outside.
I entered the cave following the men's chanting.
"Excuse me, pardon me, move aside!" I said as I shoved the men.
The chanting soon stopped.
"Jasmine!" Will sighed with relief.
"It's not possible." Barbossa gasped.
"Do we have to go through this every time you realize I'm still alive after you try to kill me?" I asked.
"Where's Elizabeth?" Will demanded.
"Jack cut her up while she was sleeping and hung her dead, mutilated body up in the trees so the birds could have a feast." I replied sarcastically.
The crew laughed, getting the joke.
"How do you think she is? She's already to marry that Norrington fellow and perfectly unharmed."
"Shut up! Your next!" Barbossa threatened.
I knew he was getting ready to slice Will's throat open, so I worked up a plan only Jack could come up with.
"You don't want to be doing that." I said cooly.
"No I really think I do." Barbossa replied.
"Your funeral."
Barbossa sighed and then said;
"And why don't I want to be doing this?"
"Because there are about three navy ships filled with men with big cannons waiting outside to blow your freaking heads off." I replied, following Barbossa's previous comment up the mountain of gold and next to Will and the cursed Aztec treausre.
The crew gasped and sounded frightened.
"Just hear me out. You convince your men to rowout to the Dauntless and they do what they do best. And there you are with two ships. Of course you'll take the grandest as your ship and who's to argue? But what of the Pearl? Name me Captain."
I didn't want to be Captain of course but because Jack was temproraly out of it I would have to compromise in such manner.
"I'll sail under your colors and you'll get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa, savvy?"
"I suppose in exchange you'll want me not to kill the whelp!" Barbossa shot.
"Well, that was the game plan, but by all means cut his head off. Just not yet. Wait until you've killed Norrington's men."
I took some gold from the chest and dropped each one in after I prononuced the word.
"Every..."
Plunk.
"Last..."
Plunk..."
"One..."
I pocked the last coin so that only Will could see. Hopefully he was getting the hint.
"You've been planning this from the beginning, ever since you learned my name."
Good boy.
"I want fifty percent of your plunder."
"Do we have an accord then?" I asked.
"I still don't see how you will be able to steer a ship without being able to see."
"Well now I've found out the horrible thing Jack did to my family, so I'll use him as my eyes and my personal slave. And I have ways of making him agree." I responded, my hand still outstreched.
"Aye, we have an accord." Barbossa answered shaking my hand.
I could tell the thing I had said about Jack pushed it over the edge. Of course I was lying, but then the thought of absolute power brought an evil smile to my lips. Maybe I would make it so I was Captain.
"Gents, take a walk." Barbossa ordered the crew.
I barely noticed he didn't say 'to the boats.'
"Please, don't give into temptation." Will whispered in my ear. "Just think about what he did to you."
Will took my finger from behind his back and as I saw through his eyes, I could still make out the burn marks on my arms and then I could feel it as they dumped the wax on my arms.
I didn't want to fight, but then again I was cursed.
Oh...
Jack or Barbossa? Good or Evil?
This was a hard choice.
A/N: I hope this chapter didn't feel rushed. Let me know if it did and I'll make sure I don't do it again. But for now tell me what you think. R&R!1
