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A couple of weeks later, I found myself once again at my favorite standing spot on the Pearl--the bow. I didn't know why I seemed to be becoming increasingly excited about the new, very dangerous adventure on which we were about to embark. I seemed to be constantly asking Jack questions about Merlow--I was curious beyond what I thought was normal, but I hadn't dared to ask Jack what possession of his Merlow had.

Suddenly my eyes found something on the horizon--a tiny, jagged strip of dark brown in the distance.

"Jack--Captain Jack...?" I said uncertainly, turning around to look for him, reluctant to look away from the land. I saw him behind me, wearing a roguish smile.

"Ah yes, indeed, dear," he said. "Isla de Profecia. Now, Elizabeth, if you'll allow me to steer..."

" 'Course," I said eagerly. I stepped aside but stayed to watch as we steadily approached the island.

"So, Jack," I said after a while. "Who exactly are these two people from whom you seek help?"

"Blood relatives of Morgana. Well, her daughters, to be precise. Emera and Aryza."

"Are they prophetesses too?"

"I can't be certain of that. I am sort of acquainted with them, though. They are far more lovely than their mother."

I studied the land with interest before saying, "How old are they?"

"Twelve--thirteen, perhaps."

"Oh," I said in surprise. "They're still children?"

Jack shifted the wheel a little, then turned to look at me with a strange expression on his face.

"I understand, Miss Swann--"

"Elizabeth," I said.

"I believe, Elizabeth, that you were a child when you made the very interesting decision of taking Will's Aztec medallion from him. Am I right?"

I blushed a little and nodded. Hm... if I hadn't taken that, none of this would have ever happened and I would probably be the unhappy wife of Norrington right now. I would never have known Will as I know him now, or Anamaria and the rest of the crew, and of course, Jack...

In no time the Pearl was sailing into a large cove that sheltered her snugly. Jack turned to see who was on deck.

"Ah, Master Gibbs, and Ana," he said. "And you, Elizabeth. Accompany me, please. Just us for now--I wish to be there soon."

The island was an entire jumble of dark porous brown rock, slightly larger than the one Jack and I had been marooned on. With an easy leap, Jack was off the ship and on the dark rock. I followed, with Gibbs and Ana behind me. He called out; apparently someone else was on deck, because soon the largest boat was lowered into the water.

"This won't be the most comfortable thing you've experienced," he said, and we squeezed in. With Jack calling out occasional directions, we rowed along the jagged shoreline into another, much larger cove on the other side of the island. We secured the boat to a rock and climbed out.

Jack led us deeper into the cave until we came upon the end chamber. There were a few holes in the roof, letting in shafts of sunlight that illuminated the area. There were two beds, a few tables and chairs, and various random things that were necessary for life. I saw a sort of natural alcove, in which there was a gravestone. Upon a chair carved from stone sat a girl of about thirteen, watching us.

"Emera," said the girl. "It's Captain Jack!" Another girl of about the same age came from behind a outcropping of rock--there must have been another chamber there. Interesting island, I thought.

"Yes," said Jack. "Aryza. Emera. I've come with my crew to ask for help. The last time you helped me, I was very successful. I hope you are willing to help again...?"

"Who are they?" asked Emera, the second girl, indicating us. Her voice sounded rude and scornful.

"A few of my crew," said Jack casually. "Master Gibbs, Anamaria, Elizabeth."

Aryza and Emera studied Jack and us. I found them intimidating and awkward, but managed a few glances at them. They were twins, I could tell, even though they were blatantly different. Aryza had pale skin, a mane of shoulder-length, wheat-colored curls streaked with tan, and sharp, keen green eyes. Emera's skin was darker, and she had beautiful, full golden cascades that tumbled down her back and brown eyes the color of honey. They both stared at us scrutinizingly, eyes darting between Jack and me, to Ana and Gibbs, and glancing at Jack before they finally rested on me. I flinched involuntarily under their gaze.

"Last time..." said Aryza to Jack.

"Yes, last time," said Emera, "we helped you, and not only did you neglect to give us something to sustain us in return--"

"But you left us on a wretched island, with no food or water, and some kind of creature to kill us!" finished Aryza.

Jack said nothing.

"So," said Emera, striding over to me.

"In love, aren't you, Jack?" said Aryza.

"No," I said quickly. "I'm a member of the--"

"But he loves you anyhow," Aryza said, almost in a sneer.

"So you're to repay us, Jack," said Emera. "Before you even think about getting help again, or she dies!"

And she pulled out a dagger and pressed it to my throat.

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