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What was Thought Impossible
"And I thought I was somewhat important to them. I am their bloody buggering Captain!" I yelled at the sea that seamed to be turning more ugly then anything I had ever seen. Normally when I would be sailing away on my ship it is a beauty, and my love, but now, it is just my death and all my hate combined. I had given up trying to pull the Pearl and had at one point, tried to swim away, but knew that both attempts were indeed foolish and in vain.
"Maybe the crew, Will, and maybe even Elizabeth are coming to find and rescue me from this living hell." I said to myself hopefully. Normally, talking to one's self is considered 'losing it' or 'going mad', but it is something that I have learned over the years that comforts me. I have talked to myself so many times it has become my last resort, often times having Liberte's name leak out. I sighed, thinking about her, how I had tasted her that one night, that night when I had found my freedom had been sailing with me from that one fateful day in Tortuga when I had spotted her when she was laughing with some other men. At the time, I had thought that she was a man and decided to let her join, but then I started getting hints about her being a woman from the way her voice hitched up a note when she was mad or frightened, also how she had looked at me all those years. I, not being as knowledge as I am now, thought that she was gay at the time, but now know better. In fact, now that I think about it, she might have fancied me then, but it has been so long, a good five years to be exact and I never gave up hope that I would find her again. In fact, when I had been mutinied and got left behind on that island, I could have sworn that I had smelled her, felt her presence, her lips on mine on an occasion when I had been more lonely then others, her palm on my cheek when I had a bad dream.
"Of course it was just the sun." I told myself as I had done then as well. "Only a dream." My thoughts still lingered on how soft her lips were then, her touch, maybe there still was hope, maybe I really didn't have to go find some whore or pretty governors daughter to have them fall in love with me and marry me. I could never love anyone, and if there was one person, as much as I hated to admit it, it would be Liberte, the one I could never have and let alone, never see again.
Finally, after what was probably four instead of two days, we made it to the island. While Gibbs and some of the crew were looking for rum, most of them were still sleeping on the Diamond since the sun was just rising, meaning it was the first hour of morning. I looked over to my right and saw Will standing at the edge of the island, the waves just lapping before his boot covered feet. Just as I was about to walk over, there was a commotion where Gibbs and some of the crew had gone. Marty then came crashing out of the trees, running towards us as fast as his short legs could take him.
"Foot...foot...foot prints!" He managed to choke out as he ducked down, putting his hands on his knees while trying to catch his breath. Will quickly walked over to us and put his hand on Marty's shoulder.
"Where?" He asked. After taking one last large breath, Marty stood up straight and looked up at us.
"Just over there, where it gets pretty dance." He said, his breath becoming normal again. "Gibbs said by the looks of it, there has been a woman here, and not to long ago, perhaps still here."
"If there is that chance, we better try to find her, who knows how long she has been here." I said and started running in the direction where Marty had pointed. I then started to see the tracks, and followed them. They were going all over the place, and by the looks of it, it must mean she was here a pretty fair amount of time. I heard Gibbs was yelling orders in frustration, probably not being able to find anyone. I was about to follow the foot steps there, but then a wind blew a branch away and it reveled some other foot prints. I walked over and saw that there were more leading away, into the darkness of the trees. I followed, feeling a chill run up my spine, and that wasn't because of the wind. In fact, the wind was warming me up. As I continued to follow the foot steps, I started to hear shallow breathing. As it started getting louder, I finally stopped and saw someone laying down against a tree.
"Hello?" I asked. The person didn't move, just laid there, still breathing like it was their last couple of breathes. Maybe it was. I was about to leave and get help, but got stopped when I heard the person shift.
"Wait." The person gasped. I turned back and walked over, now seeing that it was indeed a woman.
"What happened to you?" I asked her, crouching down.
"Are they still here?" She wheezed.
"Who?"
"Those pirates that are giving me such a buggering headache by yelling." She coughed, but then a grin formed on her face. I smiled at how much she reminded me of Jack, always making fun of horrible moments.
"No, I am sorry, they are just worried about you." I said smiling. She grinned back up at me and another breeze blew by, my hair lifting off of my shoulders and hers did as well. "Can you stand?" I asked.
"Of course I can stand! I am not week, I can do anything!" She protested and pushed her back off of the tree, getting onto her knees, then attempting to stand but falling back down into the sand.
"Are you alright?" I gasped quickly walking up to her and holding out my hand for her. She looked up and smiled at me, looked at my extended hand and frowned.
"It's not that I don't like you..." She said and looked back up at me. "Oh hell with it all." She said and grabbed my hand. I smiled in victory and helped her up. Once she was standing straight, she put her arm around my shoulder and we began walking. Since it was so dark, I couldn't see her face that well let alone anything. "So my hero, do you have a name?" She asked. "Every damsel in distress must know her hero's name, or so I have read."
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Swan soon to be Turner though. At least I hope." I said as we made our way out of the darkness of the trees and then came into the light.
"Well Ms. Swan soon to be Mrs. Turner, your name doesn't hide the fact that you are more of a Swan than your other option for a name." She said. I can take it from here now." She said.
I looked at her as she let go of me and limped besides me. She was indeed beautiful as well, mind the large gash running down her arm and a line on her cheek. Her hair was as dark brown as Jacks, but had slight lighter streaks of brown from the sun, and her skin was just a little tanner then mine. Light brown eyes held a slight flame that was once probably a large fire, and a tattoo on her uncovered arm with the gash that read 'ROUX'.
On her wrist, she had the same tattoo as Jack wore, a sparrow flying over a setting sun. Her shirt was torn, the arm that showed all the tattoos sleeve was ripped but the shirt was just like Jack's as well, the other sleeve that fully hid her arm was still in tact and her pants were slim, slightly hugging her legs, but not enough to make her uncomfortable. Her boots were rolled down to not go past her knees.
A light blue bandana was holding her bangs out of her face, but the thing that caught my eye was the wale bone that was tied into her hair, just like Jack's. I was now confused, it isn't everyday that you can have so many qualities of a person, and from what I know, Jack never had a sister. The woman didn't even look like Jack, but she had to know him some how, be connected with him at one part of time. By no means was she Anamaria, for she had, from what Gibbs had told me, is sailing with another crew. She had a silver chain around her neck with a ring on it that had an engraving, but I couldn't read it. There were also gold rings on her right hand on her thumb, pointer finger, and pinkie, all having some engraving on them. On her left wrist one thick bangle dangled with a silver chain, there were also wrings on the same fingers like her right hand, same design as well.
"Are you just going to gawk at me like a love smitten kid or are we going back to your ship assuming you have one. You do have one right?"
"Of course." I said. "I don't mean to pry, but do you know Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow Ms. Swan, and yes I do." She answered.
"By the way you correct me about his title, you know him well?"
"Very well, I was one of his crew once before he got mutinied against by his first mate, Barbossa Any way, I am a Captain as well and I would correct anyone's title except for that bloody bastard Barbossa." She said defending her dignity.
"He never mentioned having a woman besides Anamaria ever being one of his crew."
"Ah, you met my good friend then? Tell me, how has she been? Still trying to steal other people's property?" She spat looking at me with a glare that nearly made my heart stop.
"I...I...I honestly...don't know." I said. Her expression softened and she gave me a week smile.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lashed at you." She said her voice not as sharp. "It's just, she almost stole something dear to me when I had met her once."
"So you saw Jack not to long ago?"
"No, The last time I saw him was five years ago, I just saw Anamaria two years ago though."
"She was on Jack's crew two years ago though."
"Must have missed him." She said and looked away. "She told me that she was on her own though, I knew I should have asked Gibbs." She said more to herself.
"You've been looking for him?"
"No point in lying to you." She sighed and started again. "Yes, he has something of mine that I want back. It's kind of hard to live without, and don't ask what that is, it is strictly between Jack and I, no need for outsiders." She said looking at me. "So, why don't we get to this ship of yours?" She asked. I nodded and we kept walking.
"How did you get those marks?" I asked her.
"Oh these?" She asked touching the gash on her arm, then the cut on her cheek. I nodded and she grinned. "Davy Jones thought he could get to me, in a way he did. I am not much of a Captain now. Lost my ship a while ago, that's how I got here. Bloody bastard was being as cruel as usual. I would have liked it better if he used his dear beastie, but no, he had to do it the long and painfull way."
"You mean he didn't use his Kraken?"
"Nope, and don't mind me saying, but you don't seem like someone who would know about anything of what I know. I could see you knowing Jack for he probably tried to bed you once or twice, but not Davey or his Kraken. Tell me 'Lizabeth, how do you?"
"I have sailed with Jack twice, once because my fiancé, Will was on his way to getting me back from Barbossa and his crew who had taken me away from my home, Port Royal, and-"
"I have heard of that, bloody good story, I bet it has gotten eradicated a tad, but you will have to tell me more about it later. So, your next adventure?" She asked.
"Well, Will had to get Jack's compass for both of our freedom."
"By that you mean yours and Will's?"
"Of course. Any way, that was going well, but things happened, and then were once again wrapped up in another adventure, but then the Kraken got him." I said summing it up. I noticed that when I had started the story her eyes were bright, but now they were lowered, and dull looking.
"He's dead?" She asked turning and looking out at the ocean.
"I don't think so and that's the reason why we are on search for him." I said.
"Then why the bloody hell are you here talking to me? We need to go now!" She yelled, grabbing my hand and started to run, but then she collapsed, letting go of my hand and hitting the soft sand. Gasping and bending down, I checked her pulse, and sighed in happiness that she was still breathing. Noticing that her shirt had a thick line of blood running across in a line over her rear, I lifted it up a bit and noticed that it was bleeding far to much and picked her up, hulling her on my back and calling out to Gibbs, Will, and anyone else.
Opening my eyes, I saw a ceiling, not the bright annoying sun that I had somewhat become use to seeing when I open my eyes.
"Just a dream." I said and closed my eyes, holding up my right arm and bringing my two left fingers up to pinch it. "Bugger that hurt." I moaned and opened my eyes, seeing my arm held in mid air, my other hand rubbing it and still seeing that damn ceiling. I put my arms down when I heard the door open and a young man walked in. His brown wavy hair was held back in a blue bandana and his brown eyes were peering in at me.
"Elizabeth! She is awake!" He yelled.
"Buggering hell man! Keep it down!" I shrieked putting both of my hands to my head, trying to contain the wild headache that was forming.
"Sorry." He whispered and stepped out of the way to revile that woman that I had, at least I though, dreamt about.
"Oh, you are ok, I am so glad." She whispered walking in and kneeling down by my bed side.
"On the contrary, I am not ok. I have no clue where I am, having a killer of a pain in the head probably due to much sun and rum, and this," I said pointing over at the man by the door, "is yelling his head off. I don't think that falls in the category of fine, ok, splendid, or perfect." I spat.
"I said I was sorry." The man said.
"That's Will, don't you remember me telling you about him?"
"Quite frankly, I thought this was all a dream, but yes, I do remember you telling me about him. Also, what you said about Jack, is that still true?" I asked, hoping it wasn't for I still wanted to see him at least one more time before he took the dive off the plank into Davy Jones's locker.
"I am sorry." She said lowering her head, Will walking up behind her and putting a hand on her shoulder. I turned my head, feeling something strange, like someone was stabbing me inside.
"It's fine, I guess he disserved it anyway." I said, but then gasped at what I had said. I put my hand over my mouth and turned my head farter away. "I think I need time to myself." I said.
"Of course." Elizabeth said and walked out of the room.
"We are going to be there any day now." Will said.
"Where?" I asked, still not looking at him.
"The world's end, we are going to get Jack back."
"Easy for you to say. There have been more then one person in this world trying to get him back, and not meaning those whores he has been off screwing It is easier to lose him then to get him back." I spat and closed my eyes, not wanting to talk to anyone about anything, especially Will about Jack.
"We will get him back, and it seems you are going to help now weather you like it or not." Will spat back.
"Why are you wanting him back? You are clearly not seeking pleasure from him."
"Elizabeth hasn't been the same."
"And you think once you get him back everything is going to be perfect and normal? Sorry to say that she has her eyes on one man and that man isn't you." I said not really caring if I was hurting anyone.
"That's where you are wrong, after we get him, we are going to get married and then life will sail from there."
"Keep telling your self that. Maybe unlike me, you will get it. If or when you get married, do put word out to me so I can attend." I said. I heard him huff in anger and stomp out the door, slamming it hard to erk me. "Bugger!" I yelled after him and sighed.
"I always thought that it was impossible to kill Captain Jack Sparrow, but I guess it isn't, and they are just fooling themselves for getting him back." I said sternly to myself, not wanting to get involved with their childish stupidity. With a confident nod of the head, I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep.
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