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Chapter Four: Plans, Plans, and more Plans

"I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by."

"What do I do? What do I do?" Jack had been asking himself the same question for several maddening hours on end while pacing his cabin. He'd been tossing around plans in his mind, but none seemed to be just right or would guarantee that they would in fact able to find Barbossa's ship, which he and the crew had seen disappear right in front of their eyes. Having finally reached his wits end, Jack growled with frustration and tossed his hat angrily onto his bunk.

Come on, Jack, think!

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself so he could do just that. He even shook his arms and legs to loosen the tension in them. Feeling slightly better, he decided to run down the questions he needed to answer in order to save the woman he loved.

First, how had Barbossa managed to make the ship disappear? Magic, it seemed, was the obvious answer.

If that was the case, the next question would be where did he get the materials for it? That was a bit trickier to figure out. Jack had travelled extensively and knew that there were a lot of places that a pirate or otherwise could get items of the supernatural nature. However, the only place that stuck in his mind was Tia Dalma's.

That idea startled Jack for a moment. Why would she do that after she had played a key role in helping his crew and Elizabeth find and rescue him if in fact she had helped Barbossa in the first place?

Either way, he knew he would have to pay her a visit. If she wasn't a part of this plot, there was a good chance she might know who was.

More determined now that he had the beginnings of a plan, Jack left his cabin and headed on deck.

"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack called out.

"Aye, Captain?" came the answer from a few feet away.

"Set the course for Tia Dalma's!"

Gibbs gave him a questioning look. "Why do ya want to be goin' there, Jack?"

Jack briefly relayed the thoughts he'd had in his cabin. However, in true Jack Sparrow fashion, he only confused Gibbs more with his run around way of speaking.

"Savvy?" Jack asked once he was finished.

Gibbs eyes shifted uncomfortably before he walked away to assist a fellow crew member.

Jack shrugged, not the least bit affected by Gibb's reaction to his explanation. Some people simply didn't understand him like his Elizabeth did.

The thought of his beloved wife tugged at his heart, making him all the more determined.

He would get his answers and once he did, he would save her and make sure harm never came to her again.

But first, he needed some rum.

Barbossa's Ship: Evening

Elizabeth decided she didn't think she was going to like being pregnant as she bent over the ship to empty her stomach for the umpteenth time. Her mother, though not with her now, had told her about what a woman goes through when she is with child. Barfing every so often was one of them, unfortunately.

"Ye have been sick too many times, Mrs. Sparrow! Did ye forget yer married to a pirate? Hmm?"

She groaned as she heard Barbossa's voice. Oh, how she hated that man and being stuck here with him. She prayed that Jack would find her and soon.

"It was something I ate, I believe." She said, making reference to the glop that was supposed to be stew she had been served for dinner. Which of course, at first sniff, she had decided not to eat.

Barbossa seemed unperturbed by her statement. "I'd believe ye if ye'd eaten any." He said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Elizabeth only shrugged. She didn't care whether he believed her or not. She just wanted him to leave her alone to think.

He smiled at her, although it didn't reach his eyes, which were as cold and as unfeeling as ever.

"When Jack finds us, I'm going to kill 'im ya, know."

He turned to leave her alone when she said, "When he finds us, Barbossa?"

"Aye, when." He replied loving the fact that she was starting to put some pieces of the puzzle together.

Elizabeth's eyes went wide. "You're counting on it, aren't you? You're going to let him find us, and when he does you'll kill him!"

"You be correct, missy. You see, the way to break the spell is painfully easy. Jack will no doubt find it. And when he does, he'll come lookin' for you."

"Bloody pirate!" she shouted angrily at his back while he walked away, leaving her once again alone.

Barbossa only laughed as he retreated.

Elizabeth hated that there was nothing she could do to him without causing great injury to herself or her unborn child. Barbossa had made sure when he'd kidnapped her that her weapons were tossed overboard so she had no means of defence.

All she could do was bide her time. Tears of frustration stung her eyes but she held them back. If she was to get out of this, she needed to hold herself together for her sake and Jack's.

The cut on her head, she thought absently, was healing nicely although Barbossa had denied her the right to clean the excess blood off. It was now caked uncomfortably on her face and neck. There was also a bit of it on her white shirt.

She briefly smiled as she fantasized about different ways she could make Barbossa pay for her injury that involved small, rusty objects and him no longer being able to reproduce.

As she stood there and fumed, she noticed the winds picking up and the crew getting more agitated. From sailing with Jack, she knew what this meant: a storm was coming and it was going to be a big one.

Without thinking, she began helping the crew with all the necessary jobs one does during a storm.

Just then, she heard the familiar voices of two pirates: Pintel and Ragetti.

"Oh look! She's tryin' ta 'elp us! women don' do tha'!" Ragetti exclaimed.

"I know, Ragetti. They don'. It's no' natural."

Elizabeth nearly laughed as she thought of just what to say to the two of them.

She sauntered up to the two men and gave them a small smile, while raising a single eyebrow. Both men looked sheepish for having been overheard.

"You're forgetting one very important thing…"

"And what's that?" Pintel asked, curiously.

"I'm Elizabeth Sparrow."

The two men exchanged dumbfounded looks while she went back to what she was doing, a grin of satisfaction on her face. Of course, not before gently whacking the back of Ragetti's head, sending his fake eyeball rolling down the deck.

Elizabeth laughed to herself while he ran after it. Pintel merely sent her a dirty look, though it didn't diminish her amusement one bit.

Defeated, Pintel went back to work.

Having had her fun, she turned her thoughts back to the man she loved and just how she was going to save him.