Jack awoke from the hitting Will gave him. Shaking his head he looked around and seen the oar he was hit with. Picking it up he made his way to the longboats, and found himself surrounded by Pintel, Ragetti and others that he used to Captain. Ragetti looked at him, unbelieving that Jack was standing in front of him.
"You?" Ragetti asked. Pintel looked and seen him also.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Pintel said pointing a pistol at Jack.
Jack looked himself up and down, then to Pintel.
"Oh…am I not?" he asked turning around and walking off, to be blocked by other pirates.
He turned back to Pintel and Ragetti, and the others. He knew that if he didn't say something, then they might kill him…and what better thing to say then, parley? Which, the pirate Captain had trouble saying…funny thing, really.
"Palulay. Palu-li-la-la-lulu. Parlili. Parsnip, parsley, partner,…partner." Jack began to whisper looking for the right word, but it wouldn't come to him. Doing hand gestures while he tried.
Ragetti blinked a couple of times wondering what the man was wanting to say. Then it hit him, like a piece of the puzzle, and he smiled.
"Parley?" he asked, looking at Jack.
Jack looked at him and smiled, pointing at him and looking at all the others.
"That's it, that's the one. Parley! Parley!" Jack yelled happily.
Ragetti smiled, but then it faded when he seen the look on his friends face. Lowering his head, he then looked back to Jack. Pintel cocked his pistol. He was fuming angry. He pointing the pistol at Jack, who looked back at him.
"Damn to the depths whatever man that thought up 'Parley.'!" he said, pointing his pistol to Jack's face.
Jack lowered the weapon out of his face with his forefinger and middle finger. While he did so, he looked right at the pistol as thought he couldn't see a lick. He looked a Pintel and spoke.
"That would be the French. Inventors of mayonnaise." Jack said, raising his brow. Pintel smiled at this.
"I like mayonnaise." he said. Jack nodded and went on with his little speech.
"Shame about the French, really. Obsessed with raisins, humiliated grapes, really. Think about it." Jack said doing a little gesture with his hand motioning it into a circle like way. His face held a funny look.
"Don't know." Pintel said raising his brow.
"Terrific sings, the French." Jack said, pausing and whistles while doing a gesture like cutting thin air.
"Eunuchs, the lot of em." Jack said with a little smirk.(Man I love this scene. They shouldn't have deleted it…it's very funny.)
"That's not right." a man said, that was on the right side of Pintel. Pintel looked at the man then Ragetti.
"I used to date a eunuch." he said, Ragetti just looked at him. (Ugh, what is the guy gay? Really, eunuchs are men, as far I know…seriously…that kinda bummed me out, I mean…ew! Male on male, that's just…ew!) Jack made a face, then smiled standing up straight they all looked at him.
"I'll get me coat." he said and turned around. But they stopped him.
Barbossa walked up and seen Jack, a light gasp came to his lips. How in the hell? he asked himself. Jack was standing there with the oar under his wrist, leaning on it.
"How the blazes did you get off that island?" Barbossa asked. His eyes held curiosity.
Jack smiled and looked at Barbossa as though he could kill him, with an icy glare. But none the less he smiled. Not showing fear, or anything, just amusement.
"When you marooned me on that g-forsaken spit of land. You forgot one very important thing, mate." he said pausing and waving his left arm about and the oar a little. With a smirk, he added. (His all time line people…get ready…here it comes…ok, seriously…here it is. Know you want it.)
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." he said with a smirk. (I want him…can I have him? Please? Man, that smirk…I could just…oh,…oh, um 'clears throat' on with the story…'blushing')
"Well, I won't be making that mistake again." Barbossa said, looking at the men, he turned around.
"Gent's, ya'll remember Captain Jack Sparrow!" he said.
"Aye!" they said nodding. ('rolls eyes.' who don't know him, or remember him…sexy man really com on!)
"Kill him." he said.
Barbossa turned and went to walk away, they cocked their pistols, Jack smirked, and his face went serious. He had a smirk that could make the Queen of ice heart's melt. But then again, the smirk also hid that he knew something they would never know…not yet.
"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" he asked, holding that smirk.
Barbossa turned to him, wondering how in the hell this daft man knew that it didn't work.
"Hold your fire!" he yelled, they made a awe sound…(Hey no killing my Jack…I mean, the Jack…no, Jack, no…oh nevermind, but no killing! Really now)
"You know whose blood we need?" Barbossa asked, unbelieving.
"I know whose blood you need." Jack said, holding that smirk with a low husky voice. (Melts, I dream of that man, that voice…oh man. Sighs, I long for him. You do to, I can see it in your eyes…join me in the longing…lol)
As that went on Will and Elizabeth got aboard the ship. Shyla had just walked up and seen them. She watched to see if Jack came. Standing there, she just waited thinking that he was climbing the side of the ship.
"Not more pirates." Lizzie said as she looked at everyone, everyone but her sister.
Gibbs walked up in front of her, and smiled at her.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth." he said.
She looked at him, then narrowed her brows. It's been a long time since she had seen him. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Mr. Gibbs?" she asked. He nodded with a smile.
Will walked up behind her. Shyla just stood there waiting, hoping, and praying that the man would climb up soon. Oh, I'll kill that man. she thought to herself watching the scene before her.
"Hey, boy, where be Jack?" Gibbs asked.
Will seen Shyla and guilt ran through him. He seen her look at him, and he avoided his gaze. He didn't answer for a moment and Shyla knew. She knew that he fell behind, but she refused to believe it.
"Jack? Jack Sparrow?" Elizabeth asked, angrily.
Shyla walked over to Will, who had not answered the question yet. Elizabeth seen her and smiled, running over to her and hugging her.
"Shyla…what are you doing here?" she asked, but noticed the hurt in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Shy?" she asked.
Shyla's eyes were brimmed with tears. She looked at Will who looked at her, then the ground quickly. She knew that he fell behind, and yet she didn't want to believe it…she couldn't believe it. She had to hear it from someone else, not just by him not being here.
"Where's Jack, Will?" she asked.
He cleared his throat and then looked into her eyes. He was full of guilt. He couldn't help it, but he wasn't going to be some man's leverage. Not now, not ever. (Sounding like a true pirate, there Whelp.) He sighed and looked at her, he knew they wanted to know. So slowly he answered, and slowly he told them a lie, and slowly, ever so slowly…he broke Shyla's heart.
"He fell behind." he said looking at Shyla.
She couldn't feel her knees, she couldn't feel anything, but pain. She feel to the deck as Anamaria called out orders. She covered her hands with her face, and cried. She felt arms go around her. She looked to see her sister holding her. Which Lizzie was confused of why her sister was crying over that man.
The very man that threatened her life. She closed her eyes and feared the worst on her part, but knew that you couldn't help but fall in love with someone you never planned to fall in love with.
"It'll be ok. I'm sure Sparrow's alright. He's a tough man, he'll be fine." she said, hoping that it reassured her older sister.
Shyla looked at her sister and knew that she was only trying to help. She also knew, that when one fell behind it didn't always mean death…did it? She sighed and stood up the best she could, she also felt another pair of arms go around her. She looked and seen Will, somehow…something told her it was his fault. So without thinking, without realizing what she was doing. She slapped him hard across the face. He looked at her, Elizabeth looked at her too, both shocked at what she had done.
"Shyla, what?" her sister asked, Shyla interrupted her.
"I'm not sorry, Will. I'm truly not." she said. He looked at her. She went on.
"I don't know what it is. But something deep inside me, something I don't know what it is. It tells me. It tells me, that you done something to Jack to cause him to fall behind. That this is your fault. I wont forgive you if he doesn't live. I wont, I couldn't." she said calmly.
Tears started to form in her eyes once more. She couldn't take this, but she wanted to make a point and she would.
"You said you didn't want to be a pirate, Will. But, how can you not, when you done whatever it is you have? For whatever strange reason…a good man wouldn't have done that…Jack wouldn't have done that. You're lower then a pirate right now, William Turner. Jack was a good man and, and I loved him with all my being." she said crying and running off into Captain Jack Sparrow's cabin.
Elizabeth just stood there and looked at him. Hoping her sister wasn't right, and also shocked that her sister could love such a man. But once again, you can never tell who you're going to fall in love with. Faith has mysterious ways.
"Was she right? Did you have something to do with this?" she asked.
He looked at her then the decks floor.
"With good reasons. He was going to use me a leverage and I wouldn't have been able to save you. You would've died." he said in a whisper.
She nodded, somehow he was right. So she let him bandage her had up.
She threw herself on his bed, holding the pillow that he slept on close to her body. He told her he'd be back. He said nothing bad would happen. He said he'd come back to her. Tears fell freely and she didn't try to stop them. She let it all out. She had given her heart to him, and as soon as she had done so…she had it ripped out. Not by him, lord never by that man…but by one man she'd always least to expect one she saw as a brother, William Turner. He did this to her. He made her heart hurt like this. He caused Jack to fall behind. It was his fault, all his. She hugged the pillow tighter, she would never go home. She would never go back to that life. Not after this, not after what had happened. Not after a little taste of being a pirate.