Marti cursed and threw the hair pin down on the floor. The lock was not going to budge. She gave the door a hard pull without success, and she slumped to the floor at Ana Maria's feet.
"What are we going to do?" She moaned, just as the same who guards who had locked them in came down the steps.
"I think you should spend yer time worryin' what the other crew's goin' t' do with y'." He smirked, "Instead of what yer doin'." Marti glared at the floor. If I wasn't stuck in this cell… Ana Maria put her hand on her friends shoulder to try to calm her down. She could tell that Marti's temper was flaring.
"Why are you doing this? What is the point?" Elizabeth demanded,
"The point is the Immortal is after the crew of the Black Pearl. With Jack Sparrow or not. You." One of them pointed to Will, and the other one leant back against Victoria's cell, grinning, "Captain Gorgon wants to know when you became Captain of the Black Pearl?"
"Ever since Jack Sparrow lost it through drunken stupidity." Will said. Marti looked down at the ground, but the rest of the crew held eye contact with the pirate, backing up Will's statement.
"You killed him?"
"Not personally." The two pirates looked at each other, almost triumphantly.
"Some information like that might do y' good when we gets to the Immortal, Cap'n Turner." One of them said, "O' course, there be no guarantee o' that." With this parting comment, they both left.
"This is just wonderful." Gibbs said, "Martina's right, there's no way we can get out of this one."
"Is that right?" Victoria spoke up,
"Have you got any better ideas?" Ana asked her sharply. She was leant against the back wall, her face showing that she was unwillingly agreeing with Gibb's sentiments. Victoria swung a handful of keys from her fingers through the bars.
"I do indeed."
Back on the island, Jack was sat with his forearms on his knees, staring out over the ocean. He had put his shirt back on, and there was a faded red stain in the back of it. His eyes narrowed as he searched the horizon for any sign of his ship.
Rosaline was at the edge of the trees, watching the man who's life she had saved not long ago. Her mind was in a whirl. She was just coming to terms with the fact that she had told this man, this pirate something that she had never told any one before. Her first thought was, how could she be so stupid? He would probably use it against her, and she would regret ever having helped him. This thought was going through her mind quite a few times while she watched him, and the longer she watched him, the more doubt crept into her mind, until all she could see, was a Captain, stranded, who had lost his ship. Her brother Joseph had been a Captain, before he was killed in action four years ago. She knew how much a ship meant to it's Captain, and her brother had once told her that if some one took his ship away, he wouldn't just loose his ship, but his will to live as well. Personally, she had never been able to understand the attachment to a vessel, but now she saw it happening for real, her opinion had changed.
She knew that even if the ship returned somehow, the crew were planning to sail to a very dangerous place, and there was a high risk that they might not survive it. Rosaline felt something stir inside of her as she watched Jack, but the instant she recognised it, she pushed the thought away. I have the worst luck ever, she thought to herself, If I let my feelings run away with me, it would be just my luck that Jack would not survive the voyage. She sighed, and picked a leaf off one of the trees, twisting it in her fingers as she thought.
True, she hadn't spoken to the crew, in fact, the only members of the crew she had spoken to were Jack and Ana Maria. She had the feeling quite a few of them didn't like her, but she felt like she no longer feared them. She smiled, as she remembered when she had been brought on board the ship. She had kicked, she had screamed, and thrown insults everywhere they could make impact. The crew of the Pearl had probably thought she was going to be a handful because of her temper. How wrong they were. The truth was, she had been terrified. She had always been one to fight back when she was in a corner, but until the point when she got into that corner, she was terrified. She had been when the pirates had attacked the ship, but when Jack was shot, she was in the corner, and she managed to fight her way out of it. She had always thought that she didn't like people like Marti who could fight straight away because they were outlandish, fiery, and outspoken. Now she realised that she was jealous, jealous that they could do something she always ended up wishing she could do.
Jack's mind had wandered. His eyes were on the sea, but his mind wasn't. He was wondering what had become of his crew. Will and Elizabeth, it would be his fault if they were dead. If he hadn't called them up for this crazy voyage then they would be happy at Port Royale, living a normal life. His crew, well, they knew the risks of the voyage right from the start. Marti… he had sent a note to her, asking for her help. He thought he was doing her a favour, reuniting her with her friend. She had always seemed to avoid trouble before, but the moment she got involved with him, she was captured. At least, he hoped that was all that had happened. He wasn't even going to contemplate what else might have happened to her. It had been Savannah's own choice to involve herself, and he had no doubt that she would find some way out of whatever situation she got into, but she often did this, without considering any one else.
Then of course there was Rosaline. He was stuck on an island for god only knows how long, and she was too. Because of him. Of course, if it hadn't been for him, she would have drowned in the storm… which was only there because of his voyage, but if it wasn't for him, she would be captured like the rest of them, or worse… but if it weren't for the storm… Jack sighed and laid back on the sand, wincing as his back made contact with the sand. His wound was aching, but he didn't sit backup. The pain almost reminded him that he was a survivor. He had been shot in the back, and he was still alive. He wasn't the sort of person who was defeated easily.
"I need some rum." He sighed, and closed his eyes. There was nothing he could do, stuck on the island. The last time he had been stuck on an island, he had been drunk. Now he was sober, and he had realised something he never had done before. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, and he was useless.