Thanks ClumsyElf! Luckily Beckett will be out of the picture for a while. but he and Jack sparrow will meet again.

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Without further ado, I give you Chapter 6.

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Chapter 6:

The Crashing Caribbean waves brought Jack ashore. The night was a fading memory as the sun began to rise from the horizon. He struggled to rise to his feet as his waterlogged uniform complicated this task. He finally heaved himself onto the sandy shore like a beached whale and tried to catch his breath.

"So are ye gonna take these damn things off me or what? It took you long enough to get ashore, you know you're a bloody horrible swimmer. A Product of the king's Navy you are," Feronia bereted as she sat at the trunk of and old wryly tree. Jack got up and fetched the key from his pocket.

"Hold out you hands," he solemnly asked, and she did expecting him to release her of your bounds. Jack unlocked the one cuff, but then quickly locked it around a sturdy tree branch. Now Feronia was trapped, shackled to the tree.

"Hey what are you doing?!" Feronia screamed as she pulled furiously at the handcuffs in a flawed escape attempt. She glared with anger at Jack Sparrow as he approached her a cumbersome wooden club.

"I'm getting my life back, Beckett gave me a proposition and I accepted. If I bring you back dead, I will be able to proceed with my life"

"Oh yes right, I forgot, you can't make decisions for yourself. You're simply Beckett's little idiotic puppet!" she said with venom enveloped in each word, "You're a cruel man, Jack Sparrow."

"ENOUGH! I have to do this!" Jack screamed on the edge of insanity. Jack rose the club above his head. His teeth clenched. He felt as if his heart would burst as his breathing rate increased. He froze in that position in fear of the task he was about to fulfill.

Feronia look on from below. "Well are you gonna do it or not?!…..You can't do it…Can you?" She mocked as she noticed the frightened look in his eye.

"Yes I can," he yelled back still grasping the club above his head, poised to swing.

"Then do it" Feronia retorted with a smirk, because in his eyes she saw a good man.

"I'm warning you, I will!"

"No you won't, I can see it in your eyes. You can't do it. Your soul won't allow it," Feronia whispered in hushed tones, "you don't want to follow Beckett's orders because you long for freedom. You are…a good man."

Jacks eyes softened, but then suddenly the club came crashing down into the shackles and breaking them into pieces. Feronia stared with admiration into the eyes of the man she once regarded as scum. Jack loosened his grasp on the club and it fell to the ground. He was trembling from the adrenaline that previously ran through is veins.

"You are free," Jack said, then abruptly turned on his heels and walked off in the other direction toward the now deserted village.

"Hold on, where are you going?" Feronia asked, but Jack remained unfazed She quickly followed trying to keep up with his strides. Jack entered one of the abandoned huts and began rummaging through the numerous odds and ends that filled it. "Jack what are you doing?"

"Well I'm stranded in the middle of no where, I have no where to go, and my future is in ruins," Jack snapped, "I'm looking go some rum. Why are you still here anyways?"

"You can't just stay here and drink all your problems away!" Feronia yelled.

"Ah ha, that is where you are wrong. Ignorance is bliss. You know I haven't had a drop of rum in 5 years ever since Beckett took me away from Tortuga and I joined the East India Trading Company. I've been sober for 5 damn years. I got a lot of catching up to do." Jack finally located a full rum bottle and downed nearly half of it in one gulp. Jack Sparrow had certainly fallen apart at the seams, stripped of all the propriety of society.

"Jack, what about all of those innocent people?"

"What could we possible do, a failure and a gypsy woman against the finest fleet in the Caribbean? Like I said before ignorance is bliss. But this could help." Jack shoved passed her and placed a bottle of rum in her hand as he proceeded toward the sun baked beach to drink away his sorrows. Feronia gazed at the rum bottle she clasped in her hand.

"Drink up me hearties yo ho," she whispered to herself. She raised the rum bottle to her lips. As the spicy liquid slid down her throat she thought of an plan. Jack would help her set those people free and she would make sure of it. Then she set off to the beach to join Jack.

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