Violet had been right.
The second she saw the island the Black Pearl had arrived at, she knew what was going to happen. Her suspicions were confirmed when Elizabeth and Jack were marched to the plank, and Will was gagged and apprehended by two burly pirates gripping his arms. She, on the other hand, had managed to land a nasty kick to one of her captor's shins, but unfortunately, this only angered him and made him twist her arms back harder.
She watched as Elizabeth was prodded out further and further along the plank, and Will was practically in hysterics. He wrenched free of the pirates holding him and spat out his gag, glaring at Barbossa.
"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" he growled, but Barbossa held Will's sharp stare.
"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy! I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when nor where!" Barbossa spat before signaling a pirate to tie a gag over Will's mouth. Violet had to admit, he was right. Will should have known better than to barter with Captain Barbossa.
"Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" he said with his gentlemanly air, turning to Elizabeth, and she seemed to brighten for a moment before she saw the smile spread across Barbossa's face.
"So I'll be having that dress back before you go," he said, grinning, and Elizabeth's face darkened.
"Jump, Elizabeth!" Violet suddenly found herself calling, and all the pirates turned to face her. Her heart burned with anger, and she was fed up with Barbossa and his idiotic pirate ways. She hadn't seen a woman out on the sea in years, and now that she had, she wasn't going to let her be humiliated by this idiot of a pirate captain.
"What are you on about?" asked Barbossa, turning to her, but she wrenched an arm out of the pirate from behind her's grip and gestured to Elizabeth.
"Jump!" she called again, and Elizabeth finally understood, and nodded. With a last, longing look at Will, she jumped, dress and all, into the ocean with a splash and began to swim toward shore. Barbossa turned on Violet, furious, but she simply gave him a wide smile.
"It's sweet of you to look out for Miss Swann, Captain, but that dress was mine to take. And I think you've crossed me a few too many times," he hissed, and Violet rolled her eyes, yawning loudly. "So you can take the same little trip," he finished, and Violet stopped cold mid-yawn.
"You wouldn't," she said, glaring at him, and he grinned at her.
"Oh, I would," he said, and the pirates behind her began to push her towards the plank. She felt the cold press of a gun at her back, and she hissed, trying to escape her captors to no avail.
"I'll kill you for this, Barbossa," she swore at him, but he and his crew simply laughed at her as she stepped out onto the plank, turning backwards to face the pirates. She shot a dark look at Jack, who was staring out at the island with a terrified look on his face.
"I'm sure you will, Captain," he said, drawing out the last word with a grin on his face.
"You said my crew was not to be harmed," said Jack suddenly, staring straight at Violet with an intensity that made her uncomfortable.
"Ah, Jack, and I thought you were her temporary acquaintance," Barbossa said, smirking at Jack, who didn't take his eyes off of Violet. "And don't worry, I'm sure the Captain can take care of herself. But just in case- you'll be joining her."
A pirate pointed his sword at Violet, forcing her further back on the plank until she was nearly out of wood to walk on.
"Sorry, love," Jack said quietly, but Violet had no interest in his words.
"I don't suppose I could convince you to keep Jack?" she asked Barbossa as he put his foot above the plank, ready to stamp on it.
"Ah, but I think you'll have so much more fun together," Barbossa said with a cruel grin on his face, and the pirate brought his foot down hard on the plank, sending Violet plummeting downwards toward the cold blue sea.
Violet crawled onto the sandy beach, coughing up sea water and completely soaked. She managed to get to her feet, and took staggering steps over to where Elizabeth stood, her dress clinging to her skin. From behind her, she heard splashing, and she turned to see Jack spluttering and getting to his feet.
She turned away from him and out to the sea, and all three of them turned to watch the Black Pearl sail away, leaning to one side and badly damaged, but still moving.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship," said Jack, shaking his hand as he walked out of the water and onto the warm sand.
"How hard that must be for you," Violet said haughtily, turning and striding away further up the beach towards some palm trees, and Jack darted ahead in the same direction.
"Well, I'd expect you to know just how hard it is, love," he said dismissively as he waltzed ahead, and Violet burned a hole into his back with her glare.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, turning to Violet, and she opened her mouth to answer when Jack butted in.
"That's Captain Violet Charles, love, a bloodthirsty pirate and an expert at ruining things," Jack said, and Violet's eyes darkened.
"I ruined things? Maybe you should consider the fact that it was you who got us stuck on the Pearl in the first place," she yelled, and he turned to her as she stepped closer to him and pointed a finger to his chest.
"I did not get us stuck there, love, and if you hadn't played hero with Miss Swann, we wouldn't be on this damned island," he yelled back at her, and she dug her finger harder into his chest.
"No, Jack, I wouldn't be on the island. You would still be here, home sweet home, with Miss Swann, except she'd be humiliated and you wouldn't have a playmate," she said coldly, and Jack was silent for a moment.
"I can't argue with that," he said quietly, and his eyes traveled to the finger she still held to his chest. Immediately, she made to pull it away, but he grabbed her hand and stared into her eyes. "And you do make an excellent hero."
"Jack, you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then!" Elizabeth interrupted triumphantly, and Jack whirled around to face her, giving Violet the chance to pull her hand away.
"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone. Dear Violet's added another enemy to her long list. And unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden under that bodice," he added with a glance at Elizabeth's wet dress, "-unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him," he finished, and he walked towards a particular palm tree and began pacing around like a lunatic.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow-" Elizabeth began, but Violet walked over to her and silenced her with a hand.
"Let me stop you there, Miss Swann. No doubt you've heard many things about him, but Jack mostly gets by with cheats and lies," Violet told her, and Elizabeth looked disheartened.
"Thanks, love," Jack said, finding a spot on the sandy ground and beginning to jump up and down on it.
"How did you escape then?" Elizabeth asked Jack, and he sighed heavily as he kneeled down and began poking around on the ground.
"Last time… I was here a grand total of three days. All right? Last time…" Jack's fingers finally found purchase, and he heaved a trap door that hadn't seemed to have been there before up and over. Under the door, bottles and bottles of rum lay abandoned and dusty in a pit in the sand, and Violet sucked in a breath at the sight. She hadn't had rum in ages.
"... the rumrunners who used this island as a cache came by, and I was able to barter passage off," Jack continued, leaning down to pull out a few bottles and nearly disappearing into the pit.
"From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that," he finished, standing up and brushing past Violet and Elizabeth on his way to the beach.
"That's pathetic, even for you," said Violet, shaking her head and deciding to ask about this Norringon fellow later.
"She's right. That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum," snarled Elizabeth incredulously, and Jack turned around, spreading his rum-filled hands wide.
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love," he said, winking at Violet, and she sensed that Elizabeth was about to crack one of his bottles over his head.
By the time night fell on the island, Violet and Jack were drunk on rum, jumping around a roaring fire they had made hours before. Elizabeth, Violet knew, was simply pretending, since there was no way that a proper English lady like her would ever act in such a way, but she was too drunk to care.
"We're devils, we're black sheep, we're really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" the three of them sang, and Jack came up next to Violet as they danced around the fire.
"I love this song!" shouted Jack, losing his balance, and he stumbled, tumbling down onto the beach and bringing Violet with him, and they both landed next to each other in the sand. Elizabeth landed pointedly on the other side of the fire, but Violet, through her stupor, could sense her watching them silently through the flames.
"When I get the Pearl back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!" he chirped, and Violet grinned at him.
"When I get the Assassin back, I'll do the same, and we can sail next to each other and wake up the whole Caribbean!" she crowed, and he nodded vigorously.
"Wherever we want to go, we'll go," Jack said, and suddenly he pulled Violet closer to him, an arm around her waist. "Me and you, love. I told you we were bound to each other," he said, and Violet couldn't help herself from leaning her head against his shoulder and melting into him. She had no idea what she was doing, she shouldn't be close to Jack, she shouldn't want to be close to Jack, but her blurred mind could only seem to chant one thing: Jack. Jack. Jack.
"Have you ever loved anyone?" Violet found herself asking, the words tumbling out of her mouth as she stared out across the dark sea.
"Twice, I've loved," he said quietly, his head touching hers, and Violet absentmindedly wondered where her hat had gone. "Once long ago. And once more, three years ago," he continued, and Violet nodded, not paying much heed to his words.
"I've never," she said, watching the waves. "I wonder what it would be like."
"It's hard to describe," Jack said, and Violet lifted her head to notice him staring straight at her. "Especially with this little rum."
Violet ignored his sharp gaze, and they both picked up their bottles, lifting them into the air.
"To lost ships!" Violet called.
"To freedom!" Jack added, and they tapped their bottles together before tipping them and downing the contents.
"I don't want to kill you anymore, Jack," Violet said quietly as her hazy mind threatened to claim her, and she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"The feeling is mutual," Jack replied, and with one last look at the stars, the two of them fell back into the sand, passed out, drunk on rum and unasked questions.