"Captain! Captain!" A voice shouted. Barbossa turned and addressed said voice.
"What? What question have you NOT asked?"
Becca smiled. "How about…what's that?" She pointed out to sea at a large island of sorts.
"It can't be. We've only been sailing for four days, maybe less. It should not be here, not this soon!" Barbossa whirled around, "Crew! Man the sails, pull out the oars, come about!" The crew scrambled quickly to their positions and did as they were told.
Becca watched the island, as if it would disappear before them. She hurried down to the main deck and stopped beside Will and Elizabeth. "Is that World's End?"
"Must be. I've never seen it before, but it's strangely close to many main lands." Will ran a hand through his hair. "It shouldn't be this easy."
"Maybe it's here because no one expects it to be here. Ever think of that? Or maybe it shows up when you want to find whomever it is you lost, most. I bet that for those who sail for it and never find it, are the ones with not enough will or hope that their loved ones are still alive or that an island such as this does not exist." Becca stopped at gazed at the open water. "Back home is nothing like this."
This time Elizabeth spoke up, "What is it like where you live?"
"Nothing like this. It's lots of buildings and pollution. Cars everywhere, freeways, work and school all the time. It's hard to live there then come here. You have to unwind so much. Here, you can see all the stars. The ocean is clean, no sewage for miles. The wildlife here is so free, so uncontained, I wish I lived here."
"Well, you do now. Enjoy it, it seems to get old very fast." Elizabeth smiled and followed Will, leaving Becca alone. Gazing into the unknown.
"Gibbs!" Will called. The pirate turned and walked over to him. "Who's going ashore?"
"The Captain said that only he, the girl, Pintel, Ragetti and the whelp go. Though I don't know who the whelp is." Gibbs saw Will's expression, "So, we should get the long boat ready then?"
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"Jack!" Kris yelled for him.
Jack pushed his way through the brush and came out on the beach. "Yes, dear lass?"
"Where did you come from?" She asked quizzically.
"I came through the trees, or did you not hear me? Why?"
"There is a path. About ten feet that way. Made it last night while you were pretending to sleep."
"Nothing gets past you now does it? You couldn't tell me about the path, luv?"
"You couldn't tell me you weren't sleeping?"
"Point taken. Now, what had me here on this fine morning?"
"Captain found another tide pool. Tons of fish in that one."
"And…"
"And a huge crab. I am not sticking my hand in there when there's a man on this island that can do it for me." She smiled and looked up at him, taking a break from peeling coconuts. "Besides, I want to see if that crab can outsmart you, or if you're really the man you say you are." Standing, she followed Jack to the tide pool where a huge stone crab huddled under a small ledge. "Oh, forgot to mention that it was a stone crab. I had to hold one of those once. Got to grab it by the claws. Mine's back was maybe three inches, and it was way too strong for my liking. My instructor said that she could've taken my fingers off. Have fun." Kris backed away as Jack peered into the pool. He glanced back at her and was reaching into the tide pool when Kris interrupted. "Jack! I was kidding. That girl could kill ya! Just get the fish." A yip sound and Captain shot off into the trees. In just a few days, he had grown two inches and gained much more weight. Kris shook her head, "I'm going to go get Cap. Be right back!" She took off after the pup as Jack grabbed the fish out of the shallow pool. He was ready to head back to camp when he heard a scream. Dropping the fish he stood and headed in Kris's direction.
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"Just be still," the man said. Kris did as she was told. The man grabbed her arms and jerked her back to him. She felt the urge to pull away, but remained frozen as the gun touched her temple. "What's your name?"
"Kristin Walker."
"Well, Miss Walker, if you'd be so kind as to walk with me, this will all be over soon."
"Where's my dog? What did you do with him?"
"He's fine. Tied to a tree a ways back. Walk." The man pressed the gun to her back and she started forward.
"How did you find us?"
"We sailed, looked around, found you." They continued walking.
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Jack ran through the brush, pushing branches and trees away. A branch snapped and Jack froze. He drew his sword and moved towards the sound. A clearing was ahead, a perfect place for an ambush. He didn't hesitate as he jumped into the opening of trees.
"Watch out!" A voice yelled. Jack's and his opponent's swords clashed together. He put all strength behind his next swing as the metal met again.
"Jack?" His enemy said. Jack straighten and lowered his weapon.
"Will? What are you doing here? How- are you dead too?"
"What? No. We came looking for you." Will motioned behind him as the crew filed in. Jack cocked his head when he saw Barbossa emerge.
"I shot you!" Jack yelled at him.
Barbossa stared back, "And yet I am not dead. Thank your beloved Tia Dalma for that."
"Bugger. Where's the girl?"
"Girl? You mean Miss Hopkins." Will turned and called for Becca, who pushed past Pintel to get to him. "Her? How did you know of her?"
"No, not her. Kris, Miss Walker. Where is she?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Jack, but you've obviously have been here too long. Let's get you back to the ship." Will grabbed Jack's arm, but Jack would have none of it. He landed a punch right in Will's face. Will released him and stumbled back. Barbossa smiled. "What was that for?"
Jack turned as he heard a little bark. He ran off into the trees, Barbossa, Will and Becca not far behind. He winded through different paths until he knelt on the ground and untied…a puppy?
"That's the girl?" Will asked.
"Are you mad? It's a dog. Kris went in search of Captain. She should be here." He stood with the dog when suddenly he heard a scream.
"JACK!" It echoed through the trees. All heads snapped in it's direction, as it faded away. Jack didn't hear her again.
