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One Last Chance

I wiped the sand from my eyes and opened them just to get more into them.

"Buggering hell, where am I?" I asked no one in particular, because I knew no one was any where near me. I put my hands back up to my eyes and started rubbing them again, trying to get that annoying stinging sensation. Finally giving up on it noticing that what I was doing was just making it worse, I squinted my eyes, seeing that I was in a vast desert of some sort that I have never seen before. The sand was a pale white, like the Caribbean sand on that island that I had gotten trapped on twice, the last time with a very, very, very amusing companion. I turned around and saw the Pearl on its side, stranded. I saw a rope swaying in the breeze not to far from the ground and smirked. Even though somewhere inside of me I knew it was impossible, I decided to give it a shot and grinned, getting up and walking towards the Pearl.

Pulling myself onto the pathetic excuse for an island, I fell back onto my stomach and groaned in frustration. Rolling over onto my back, hand on my quickly rising and falling chest, feeling my quick heart beat, I opened my eyes to look up at the night sky, the dark storm clouds pouring down my sorrow onto me in hard, heavy rain drops. I closed my eyes again and took fast and shallow breathes, trying to regain my breath. I opened my eyes again and took my hand off my chest, putting it on the other side of my body onto the sand. I watched the large flames lick the sails of my ship, wooden pieces flying off into the dark water that I had just swam in to get here.

"Damn you." I growled as I heard the agonizing screams of my crew. Their yells and pleas for angels, gods, and any other religious being that I had no belief in were haunting me. I felt more then rain drops come down my face. I felt the stinging warm tears roll down my cheeks and I scowled at my ship that was still being tortured by the flames.

"Damn you to hell." I whispered, bringing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.

Then that cocky smirk of mine found it's way to my lips and I tilted my head just to make it more cocky.

"You didn't get me last time, and you didn't get me this time. Looks like you are loesing to your own game Davy Jones." With that thought, I got up and started to look around on this god forsaken island for the stash of rum that I had found the last time I had been on this island, the time when I had gotten thrown off a ship because of my crew finding out that I was a woman and not a man.
I had let them find out however for my Captain was mutinied and I wanted to make sure that he would get off safely. At the time, I thought it was because I was foolish and wanting adventure, but now, now I was wishing that he was here. It's been at least twelve years since I had seen him leave me alone on that island, not even knowing that I had been there with him. I didn't want him to know for he would surely use it against me. Of course he was the only one that knew I was indeed a woman, for he had found one night when I had made a foolish mistake.
He had said that he always knew I was a woman for he had before seen me changing 'on accident' while he was passing my room with a slightly opened door. It was then I had first tasted freedom, the night that he had come into my room while I was sleeping. It was then, when I felt his lips on mine when I thought I was dreaming, but when I had opened my eyes, he was laying besides me, his hand stroking my cheek while his lips stroked mine. He had promised me that he wouldn't tell anyone for he said it would be foolish to loess someone like me on the crew. But when Jack had gotten mutinied, I let it all lose. I know now that it wasn't like I had thought, wanting adventure and rescuing my Captain, but it was because I had cared for him. I erased my thoughts, and as I walked around the island, I felt the ground fall slightly down and I grinned, walking off of the trap door and lifting it up, and then picked as many bottles as I could fit in my arms.

"Drink up me hardies yo ho." I grinned and walked underneath a tree that was shielding me from the rain and uncorked one of the bottles, taking a long waited for swig. "It's not like I will ever see you again Jack, but this is for you." I said and took another drink, knowing that this should be the last drink that I would have for him, but knowing as well that it wouldn't be.

How could I have done that to him! It was barbaric of me to even think of wanting to know what it tasted like, let alone actually trapping him to his ship, his freedom. Now he is dead and I have his blood on my hands, how could I have been so selfish? It was, thanks to him, that we had a chance to even get away unharmed and how do I reward him? Kissing him then chaining him to the thing that he loves most!

"Regrettin' ye decision of trappin' the capi'an?" I heard Tia Delmas voice say besides me. I jumped slightly and looked to see that she had two mugs of warm liquid that smelled like rum.

"Why would you say that I had trapped him? I never did-"

"Deary, I can read ye like an open book. Ye are feelin' lost and confused am I correct?" She asked holding out the other mug for me. I took it and blew at it to cool it off. I then took a sip and swallowed it before answering.

"Why would I be confused?"

"Ye got a taste of freedom dear 'Lizabeth and ye want more then jus' a taste, correct me if I am wrong."

"You were the one that said you could read me like an open book, why don't you anwser that for yourself?" I bitterly snapped.

"Because ye will just tell me a lie." Tia replyed. I knew that she was right, right about everything. "I too know 'ow it feels, gettin' a taste of freedom and then wantin' more dan I should, but ye 'ave ta be warn'd abou' de Cap'ian. He is a fickle man 'Lizabeth, an' he may break ye heart if ye don' be carfel. I also know dat ye are in love with da young Mr. Turner. Dere is also somethin' that I know an' even though de Captian seems ta have no heart, he did once, but someone stol' it. A woman by de name of Liberte."

"What does her name mean?" I said knowing that it must be a forgine name.

"Tis meen Free'om Ms. Swan, an' ye know how much de Captian loves his free'om." It suddenly dawned on me that whenever Jack would talk about how beautiful, peacefull, and harsh freedom was and how he would always look for it, he was actually talking aobut Liberte. I was always confused when he said he would look for freedom because he had plenty of it, but now I know what he really meant, and I couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy squirm its way into my heart.
"Deary, are ye alrigh'?" Tia asked quietly.

"Oh, of course, just thinking." I said hoping it didn't sound like I was thinking about Liberte and Jack.

"Abou' Liberte an' de Captian I see. Ye are now seeing what he was meanin' when he said dat he was chasin' after 'is free'om aye? Seein' what he mean' when he said dat he loved 'is free'om, what his free'om was like, how it felt, how it tasted, how he needs it. Ye must know one thin' about de Cap'ians heart, once it 'as been taken, he will only 'ave that one person keep it." Tia finished. I nodded my head, feeling my heart getting torne in two ways, one for Will, the other for Jack. Everything then started spinning, and I got up and made my way as quickly to the door as I could. Once outside in the night aire, I closed the door and walked down the creaky steps and sat on the edge of the porch, my feet in the cool water.

"Well young lass, I don't think that this is a way that will help ye get your captain back now is it?" I heard Barbossa ask. "If ye want, we can set sail in an hour, that's when everyone will be ready if we tell them now." He added. I turned around, my eyes probably a light shade of pink from my tears.

"Why are you being so kind?" I asked.

"I'm hurt lass. Can a man like me not be kind once in a while?" He asked putting his hand over his, now, beating heart. I shook my head in disagreement, knowing fully well that I am right and he knows it. I turned back away from him and looked down at my feet which were soaking in the Caribbean water. "I guess ye are right lass. I need to get to Jack as much as you want to." He said and walked over, not sitting down, but standing by me. "Why are ye wanting to get to Jack so badly? Are ye not going to be in a lovely little perfect world back in Port Royal, being married, having children with dear Mr. Turner?" He asked. I sighed as I felt rage burn in me.

"Why are you so keen in finding him?" I asked.

"Now lass, that's not fair, I asked ye first."

"Then I guess we both aren't going to get our answers." I said folding my arms in front of my chest.

"I guess not." He said and started walking off. I heard him stop. "Better get your things lass, we are going in one hour whether you like it or not." He said and then continued to walk off.

"Ah!" I grunted as I fell down onto my back for what seemed like the hundredth time from exhaustion and thirst. I looked up and saw the Pearl towering over me, upside down due to the way I was laying. My grip on the rope slackened and I closed my eyes. "I knew this would be pointless." I sighed and moaned in frustration. Even though, knowing fully well that I am weak, I got up on my knees, wobbling a tad from exhaustion, and tightened my grip on the rope and started pulling, yet again, at it, trying to drag the Pearl with me. This didn't last for long and I fell right back down into the hot, soft sand, on my back.
"Buggering hell!" I cried out in frustration and with the hand that wasn't holding onto the rope, I pounded it onto the sand.

"Ah Mr. Sparrow. It's been all to long." A voice drawled. I groaned, knowing who it was and knowing that it was exactly the one person I really didn't want to see at the moment, let alone any moment.

"Don't let this face mislead you Davy, I am truly happy and excited to see you." I groaned as I sat up and let go of the rope, knowing that there really was no point on holding onto it.

"If I had a heart, I am sure it would be swelling with your sweet speech." Davy grinned and looked down at me. "Doesn't look like I have one now does it?"

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have it!" I spat, the sun getting to me, getting to my last nerves.

"I know, I have known for the past week. You are a heavy sleeper Mr. Sparrow."

"One week isn't that bad." I said, even though it was hard to believe that I had slept for that long.

"No, you were out for more then one measly weak Sparrow, you were gone for a month."

"What?" That got me. Was I truly that hurt that I had to recover one month?

"Don't worry Sparrow, you aren't that injured if that was what was crossing your mind. Just tired and scared."

"I was not scared. I am Captain Jack Sparrow." I said and cocked my head up, trying to make him, and me, believe what I had said was the truth. I knew that we both know that I was lying, that I had been probably passed out from tiredness, but mostly fear. It wasn't the kind of fear that he thought it was though, and I knew that for a fact. It was the fear of never seeing my freedom again. My freedom is everything that keeps me alive, that keeps me from just giving up and living a pointless life and I will do anything, anything, to get my freedom back.

"You may say that Mr. Sparrow. Now, I know how much you value your pathetic life, so I am willing to give you one last chance." Davy said stressing 'last'. I perked up, knowing that it would at least give me one last, probably vain, attempt to try to find her, my dear freedom.

"Do tell Jones." I said crossing one leg over the other so I was in a meditating possession, my hands on my thighs.

"You must find something, and do something for me." Davy said.

"And what would that be?" I asked, becoming impatient knowing that this was not going to be a walk in the park if it was going to be my last chance.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, you are going to have to get married." Davy said.

"Alright, not to hard seeing that there are many woman-"

"Not only that Jack, but you must make her love you, and you must love her." Davy said. I froze, my eyes winded.

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