Chapter Twenty-Two
"Any of you so much as thinks the word 'parley', I'll have your guts for garters." Pintel said pointing his pistol at the men.
Elizabeth watched along with Jack as the ship blew up.
"Will, Shyla1" Elizabeth whispers as tears come to her eyes. She looks over at Jack, and sees that he has a look of terror on his face.
Jack stood there, the ship had blown up. Fighting the tears, as he held them down, he closed his eyes and sighed.
"Shyla, I'm sorry." he whispered to himself as he thought she too had gone down with the ship.
He opened his eyes and seen Barbossa looking out at the ship. It was a good thing Barbossa wasn't looking at him right at this moment, or else the man who wish to have died. The hate that came to Jack's eyes, was everything that he needed to want to kill him more. Barbossa had killed his beloved, the only woman he every saw himself loving with all his heart. Which he felt his heart crush and crumble to the bottom of his stomach. How dare Barbossa do such a thing, how dare he take the life of the woman that he (Jack Sparrow) had loved with everything in him. He knew that he hadn't told her those four words, and now he wished that he had. He took a deep breath and looked over at Elizabeth who had gotten lose and ran over hitting Barbossa.
"Stop it! You must stop it!" she screamed. Hitting the man on the shoulders.
"Welcome back, Miss." he said, with a smirk on his face, holding her by the wrists.
"You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now you return the favor." he said and threw her into the crews hands, who decided to touch her every which way, and every where. Barbossa just laughed at the scene before him. Her screaming and the Sparrow's crew watching.
Drifting away she had woken up. She looked around, not knowing where she was, she looked and didn't see the Dauntless, the Pearl, nothing. She saw nothing. She looked to her left and seen a strip of land floating into view. She would make it there, she had to. She had to find Jack and the others, to make sure that they were alright. She wouldn't rest until she found them, she couldn't…but she found that she didn't have the strength to do anything, but rest.
"Jack…Elizabeth…Will." she said to herself, then laid her head down onto her arms once more.
"I'll find you, I promise on my grave. I will find you, and I'll kill that Barbossa." she said slowly in a whisper and found her self drifting once again into the dark depths of unconsciousness. Her light brownish/blonde waves falling into her face to block her from the sun. She was out once more, nothing could stop faith from having her evil ways, not yet.
"Barbossa!" a voice rang out.
He turned and looked and seen a very wet, very angry, and very pissed off William Turner, who he didn't know was the son of Bootstrap, nor his name.
He narrowed his brow and took a step toward the boy.
"Will." Elizabeth whispered happily. Then she noticed…her sister was no where in sight. She bit her bottom lip, hoping for the best.
"She goes free." Will said pointing a pistol at Barbossa. Who just grinned an evil grin. (I'm sorry, but who would like this guy…other then being a great evil dude, he's ugly…and his eyes…ugh! Goose bumps)
"What's in your head, boy?" he asked.
"She goes free." he said once more. Fazed with only anger, that went deep.
"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, with a nasty smile, showing off his rotting teeth.
"Don't do anything stupid." Jack pleaded in a hushed voice…then he noticed that his love was no where in sight.
That only brought his heart deeper into a breaking pit. He had to know, wanted to be assured that she was alright.
"Where's Shyla, boy?" Jack asked aloud.
Everyone looked at him. He looked down, then to Elizabeth and Jack. He had tried to save her, he had gave it his all. He swam after her but nothing would help. Parts of the ship blocked his way. She had been the one to come and save him, even after what he had done to Jack. She was still the one to try and save him. She had sent Elizabeth to help the others and sent herself to her death. But he wouldn't let that go to waste. She had somehow freed him, but he didn't get to free her from death. He sighed a sad sigh.
"I'm sorry, Jack…Elizabeth. There was nothing I could do. I tried, but…she was to far away." he said.
Jack nodded as a lone tear a made it's way down his face. He wouldn't let them see her cry, and he would kill Twigg and Koehler for this…and he would defiantly kill Barbossa. His anger grew more and more to hate, and the more that it grew, the dangerous he would become. He took a breath and sighed, this was really not his day. He promised himself that he wouldn't cry over her death, that he would avenge it and then, well…get drunk on rum and push her out of his mind. He wouldn't let anyone in his heart again, or whatever was left of it. Then out of the blue, he noticed something was missing, looking at his finger, he knew what it was…his sliver ring was gone. But he didn't know where it went to, but had a idea of where…Shyla.
Elizabeth fell to the deck sobbing in tears. Her sister had died, saving her love's life. But to what point and purpose? They (Liz and Will) weren't together, and she didn't think they would ever be. So why had her sister put herself in that position? Why did she send herself to her grave? Why was she so stupid as to do that, and for her (Liz). She put her hands over her face. She would see to it that her sister's body was found, if she were lucky, and given a proper burial, and she would help Jack take avenges out on Barbossa and his men, for what they had done.
"You can't, die…but I can." Will said, pointing his pistol under his chin and up toward his head. Elizabeth gasped, and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Stupid fool." he whispered, Koehler looked at him for a moment, then back to the scene.
"Who are you, boy? And who's Shyla?" he asked. Curious as to why, they were mad over losing a girl for. Who the hell is she? Barbossa asked his-self.
Jack wasn't going to let Shyla's name nor being be told to Barbossa, nor Will's…if he had a say.
"No one…he's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch. As for the girl, she'd no one important…no one." he said the last bit mostly to himself. Elizabeth knew why he was telling it to Barbossa, but to himself…she thought as to why he would say such things.
"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will said.
"He the spitting image of old Bootstrap come back to haunt us." Ragetti said, fearfully.
"On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davvy Jones' locker." Will said, threatening to pull it.
"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa said after thinking about it…he still wanted to know about that girl.
"Elizabeth goes free."
"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" he asked ina smartass kinda tone.
"And the crew. The crew are not to be harmed." Will added.
"Agreed."
She rolled over and let out a low groan, boy did she hurt like hell. She sat up, her head pounding. It felt as though it would explode.
"Man, what the hell happened?" she asked herself and looked out seeing nothing but water. She felt the sand underneath her hands and looked down. She must've floated to shore.
She took a steady breath and stood up. Now would be a good time to find out exactly where she was, and how she got here…but from the looks of things, this place was…well had no one on it. She started to walk but felt herself fall back down on her ass. Rolling her eyes she stood up slowly this time so that her head wouldn't feel as though it was about to come off.
She went on her way to walk around the island and looked at the sand as she had done so. She closed her eyes and remembered the ring. Hurryingly she brought her hand in front of her face and seen the beautiful ring, to make sure it was still there. She hadn't had the chance to give it back to Jack just yet, and she would when she saw him again.
She looked up and looked out at sea, seeing the sun she shielded her face with her hand and sighed. She knew then that she was alone. She looked back at the woods and decided that it would be best to take a short cut through them to the other side of the island.
When she got in there she looked and seen an apple on hanging near her. She grabbed it and studied it, shrugging she bit down and ate. She was hungry. After she finished eating the apple she threw the core away over her shoulder and made a small laugh sound.
"This is just peachy. First: she gets taken, second: stupid me goes with the boys to get her back, third: I fall head over heals in love, fourth: Not even sure he loves me, fifth: though I lost him, heart break…sixth: get him back, seventh: we get ambushed, I could say…eight: the ship gets blown up and here I am…wo, that's a lot of stuff. Goodness, I need help." she said to her self and laughed.
"Father would die. His eldest daughter, falling in love with a pirate. What great joy that would being to our name." she paused for a moment stopping altogether.
"But I could care less, I love him and that's all that matters." she whispered to herself closing her eyes, she seen him smiling that true smile at her.
"But I don't know how he feels for me…now isn't that the greatest thing in the world, huh? Wonder what mother would say about this?" she asked herself once more, and began to walk…which she found to be surprised, that with three to six steps she was already at the other end of the island.
"Huh, it's not that big. A good getaway spot." she noted.
She was about to turn around and head back, that was until she seen black sails, and heard a splash. She looked, squinting her eyes, still she couldn't see, so she ducked under a few bushes and waited to see who would come, and what the heck was going on. Hoping with everything in her that it would be Jack, and hoping that it wouldn't be those nasty men…thinking about them made her head spin. She felt sick and pushed that out of her mind. They needed a bath, is what they needed. Jack was cleaner then they were…which was suspiring, and yet truthful…for a pirate.
A/N: Hey, I told ya to read this from the top right? Yeah, anyways…Second Star had asked me before if I was going to write a part two to this story once I got done…well, Second Star, I'm telling ya the truth, yes I most likely will. But I don't know how long that will be. But, I know this isn't going to take long to finish this story, cause I've not long to go…so ya…cookie to me! Lol. What I wanted to tell you beautiful readers is that I want for you to give me ideas as to what to do for part two, which will as Second Star asked, not have anything to do with part two…I hate Elizabeth by the way…yeah…for like ten minutes everyday for what she does to Jack…oh, anyways…the best idea wins, and I might ask for the lucky winner to be a co-writer to the story I'm not so sure yet. Yes, I will give you credit to the story if I like your idea, and also…if you want to co-write for it, please tell me. Plus, if there's any story you want me to co-write with you, then please fell free to ask, I know I haven't been writing for Fanfiction long, but I've been writing fanfiction on my laptop for a very long time now…so, yeah. Oh yea, I went over the story, lol and I noticed a boo-boo. At the very beginning if you'll notice I started out in the first person pov, then I went into the narrator pov, so, it's going to change every now and then, or I might just keep it like it's going, if you want it one way tell me, please….Maybe later on, I'll have a contest of some sorts…but that's for later….please read and review tell me if you hate it or like it, flames are welcome, but lovely nice sweet reviews are my favorite. V out, luv ya much readers…please don't hate me for this being late. Sorry, if it sucks, I kinda ran through it.