Disclaimer: A personality quiz:)

Q.: POTC belong to: a) you b) me c) EITC d) Disney

Now check your personality type, depending on which answer you've chosen:

If you picked a) you are a dreamer; b) you are a nice dreamer; c) who are you?!; d) you are a realist.

Chapter 12

Jack stood by the railing, watching the ocean, and the land, which was not far away now. Isla de Dolor seemed to be bigger than he expected. It was high time to think about the Black Pearl and the crew in detail. In detail... But it was quite difficult to concentrate. She said yes. She said she will marry him. She said she loved him. She... Elizabeth... Lizzie... Mrs. Captain Jack Sparrow... Unconsciously, he kept smirking to himself. It was unimaginable. But above all... it was wonderful. Being with her, looking at her, holding her... Introducing her as his wife. Pirates do not have wives, but he did not care. He wanted every piece of her, every moment with her, every right to her. It was what it tasted like. It was what love tasted like.

"Where is my daughter?"

Jack quickly turned around to face the Governor, who looked at him steadily.

Jack expressed his lack of knowledge in this matter, explaining that they came upon a certain disagreement, which concluded in Elizabeth's wish to seeing his despicable face not ever again.

"Oh, really?", was the Governor's only reaction to this revelation. He just asked the previous question to confirm Will's words.

Jack noticed a slight irony in the Governor's voice, but ignored it, for he was too occupied with thoughts about his bonnie lass, his Lizzie, his bride-to-be. He enjoyed playing with these expressions, as it was something entirely new for him.

They will sail anywhere they want; anywhere she wants. He just discovered that it was not really all that bad to think not only about what he wanted. He even had a feeling that it actually felt better to think about what she wanted. He would be happy if only she was happy. Oh, bugger, bugger...

The Governor walked a few steps away, and looked at the sea. Did they really expect him to believe in this? Why? Why did she say she loved him? His thoughts wandered chaotically. It was going to be easy. Jack Sparrow will be put ashore, and they sail away with Elizabeth locked in the cabin.

And then?... What then?...

Jack was tempted to start a conversation with Governor Swann, but in these particular circumstances, when he had to pretend that he and Elizabeth broke up, it made little sense. He wanted to tell him... that he loved her. It might make him angry, true. But he wanted to make it clear that his intentions were sincere and transparent (which might be, accidentally, weird to believe, but still...). He wanted to say that she will be safe with him... Maybe someday there will come a moment to say all these. Someday.

"Drop anchor!"

The ship moored to a pier, and soldiers appeared on the deck, as requested by the Governor. He considered it rather striking that Elizabeth and he did not expect any interference in carrying out their little plan. It bothered him, for some reason. As if they were really in this lunatic state... this emotional state which cause people to believe that the world is wonderful and friendly. As if they both were in this state... She said she loved him... And what if... what if he did too?... What if they really... do... love... each other...

"Governor Swann? Sir?"

The Governor looked up at a soldier who stood before him.

"Should we escort him now?"

But he was a pirate, and it was not a life for her. It was not the future she should have. And she shall forget him. She shall.

"Yes. Please. Do", he said indifferently.

"I guess, it's time to say good-bye", observed Jack with a smirk.

The Governor looked at him with a blank expression on his face.

"I guess it is", he said, and looked away. He did not understand this sense of guilt, that he began to feel. He did not want to feel it. There was really no reason to feel it.

Elizabeth sighed, when the ship came to a stand. It was time to go. She regretted she has not had enough time to write a letter to her father. She wanted to assure him once more that she knew what she was doing. That she really knew.

She hoped Jack remembered to take Philip Fairwood's wooden box with him. They did not know what was inside, but they may need it.

She stood up, and walked quickly to the door. She pressed the knob. She pressed it harder. She pressed it again. She shuddered.

"What's going on?", she whispered in disbelief.

No matter how many times and how hard she pressed the knob, the door remained closed. It was locked. It was locked from the outside.

"It can't be", Elizabeth kept pulling the knob, but it was in vain. She was locked; she was trapped. The cabin had only one small window. Too small to escape through it. She walked nervously around the cabin All she knew was that the ship, with her on board, is going to sail away soon. With her, but without Jack.

Meanwhile, Jack gracefully stepped on the pier, putting the hat on his head. He was observing everything out of the corner of his eye, trying to locate Elizabeth, trying to spot some sign of her. But he could not see anything. Maybe she was just being extremely careful, which was apparently good, and she was already out of the ship.

He looked at sailors weighing anchor, and the ship beginning to rock on the small waves, and getting ready to sail away. Jack began to look around, he looked at the water. Something was wrong.

He stood there, feeling quite ridiculous, just wrinkling his forehead, and dully staring at the ship, which was sailing away. That was it. Elizabeth was not here. She did not flee from the ship. He did not know why, but it was obvious that she did not. And all that he could do, was to stare at the bloody ship sailing away, apparently with her on board.

Just when he decided to do something, and began to look around in search of a boat of some kind, the sky started to cloud over. It was clouding over quickly. And he has seen this happening before.

But this time it was happening even faster. He saw the sea churning up, he saw the sky growing frighteningly dark, he saw the waves attacking the ship. And then a lightning crossing the sky, and the sea calming down again.

"It's a wonder there are still ships coming here", said an elderly man, appearing next to Jack on the pier. "It happens quite often. But nobody believes in it, unless they see it", he said thoughtfully, collecting his nets, and walking away disinterestedly.

But there was nothing to see, really. Because when the sky cleared up, and the sea calmed down, it was perfectly quiet, and absolutely peaceful, and everything was, as it was before.

Except for the ship.

Because the ship - was gone.