On the Black Pearl, Barbossa and Jack were having a 'friendly' chat…little tarts. Barbossa had his foot propped up on the table. You could see that the pearl in truth was a beautiful ship…even the Captain's cabin. (I couldn't make out what it was, so…have an imagination…and if you know…please fill me in, savvy?)
In the middle of the table was a sliver like bowl with apples of green and red. (Man even writing about this makes me want one…I've been craving apples lately…oh freaky…makes ya wonder dunnit.) Jack who was listening to the old coot. Just walked around the table.
"So you expect to leave me on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need, and watch you sail away in my ship?" he asked, just to make sure he heard right, which surprisingly he didn't…old man.
"No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?" Jack said with a smile. While saying this he done a gesture, pointing to himself, then hopping like and pointing at Barbossa.
"That still leave me the problem of me on some beach with not but a name and your word it's the one I need." Barbossa said. (ya know… usually always ends his sayings, in like a singsong kinda voice, ya gotta crack up at the old dude…wonder how he'll be in part three…singsong man. Lol…oh sorry, story time.)
Jack starts looking through the apples, and picks out this one little apple that looks as though it's in perfect shape. (Now tell me, how many apples are perfect? Hm? Thought so. Anyways!) He picks it up and sets down in the hair propping his feet up onto the table also, and leaning back into the chair, all that happing while he tells Barbossa what for.
"Of the two of us, I'm the only one who hasn't committed mutiny. Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting." he said and then sat down…haha.
"Although, I suppose I should be thanking you. Because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you. Funny old world, innit?" Jack asked taking a bit of that apple. (Oh, I'd kill to be that apple… boy would I kill. The way he say die…it's just so amusing, innit?)
Then comes in the black scary man, Bo'son and tells them that they are gaining up on the interceptor. Big surprise there, it's a very fast pearl, she can catch anything…mostly. Any way, I wont go into detail, cause you know what happens…I'mma just add something, then on with Shyla and her hurt state…pains my heart.
Once Barbossa left for the decks, only one thought ran through Jack's mind and that was a certain blondish/brown hair lady aboard…Shyla. With that he ran up to see if he couldn't get Barbossa to not kill the men. Worry and pain running through his heart, something he didn't like that much at all. Sure he loved women, but he never really, truly loved anyone, like he was starting to love Shyla. He also felt pained and angry at William, for what he had done. Pain for the way Shyla would probably be acting, and anger toward William because it was his fault that she would be hurt, and heartbroken. Shaking that thought he ran in front of Barbossa and spoke…and you know what happens there…
She sat up and looked at the pillow and without thinking threw it across the room. How could he leave her like this, how could he just walk off and expect her to believe everything would be fine. When she knew better then to trust him, everyone knew better then to trust a pirate…but then, she would always trust him with her life, and with everything in her. She stood up and went to walk out, when she stepped on something hard. She looked down and gasped. Bending down she picked it up, tears forming in her eyes. She was holding his favorite ring. The sliver ring with the blue stone. She held it tightly, and felt more tears.
"No, I've cried enough. I'll get him back. He's not dead, I wont believe it…he's Captain Jack Sparrow, he refuses to die." she said aloud to herself and placed the ring on her middle, for it was to big for her forefinger. She placed it on her finger and kissed it, she knew Jack would be wanting it back soon. With that thought she walked out and then seen all the chaos that was going about.
Trying to figure it out she then went to see what it was all about. She seen Elizabeth and ran to her.
"What's going on, Beth?" she asked. Elizabeth smiled at her, then frowned.
"The pearl, she's gaining on us." she said and made her way up to Ana. Who was steering the ship.
"We're shallower on the draft, right?" she asked Anamaria who looked at her confused.
"Aye." she said, confusingly. Shyla looked at her sister, the girl always had plans…always.
"Well, then can't we lose them amongst those shoals?" she asked Anamaria.
Shyla looked out and seen what she was talking about. She turned and seen Gibbs run up and he smiled a sad smile at her, she nodded and gave a small one. Then heard him speak.
"We don't have to outrun them long, just long enough." he said.
Ana looked as though she was a bout to protest, so Shyla took a shot at it.
"Ana, listen. It's the only way to get a fair chance. If you want to live, then take the risk. We may lose something's we need, but the thing we need most are our lives. Please, just give it a chance maybe it'll work, just try it. Please, just long enough." she said.
Ana looked at her and sighed, she knew that Shyla was right, and knew Jack would probably do the same thing as this. She nodded with a smirk.
"Lighten the ship, stem the stern!" she yelled out to the crew and looked at Shyla.
Both her and Elizabeth went to work a helping he crew. Ana watched with pity. The girl just got him and lost him, and yet she was keeping a firm grip, that was something Jack would love about her even more. She closed her eyes for a moment. He'd just found love and didn't have a chance to take it. That angered her to no end. They made each other happy, and that was token from them. But now, she would only worry for her crew, and the ship.
"Anything we can afford to lose, see that it's lost." Gibbs screamed out to the already hustling crew.