Lightning shredded the sky in half, the clouds were dark and angry against the cold seascape and the rain was undead tears, falling down hard like thousands of marbles. Icy fingers gripped around my already frozen heart, my face and hair were windswept, and my dress was so wet it was stuck to me. Water flooded into the ship with each crashing wave, the crew all had buckets and were scooping out the seawater but it was useless as more kept on washing in. The Interceptor swayed violently, making it hard to stand without slipping.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work!" Will yelled to Gibbs over the howling ― no, screaming wind.

"Aye," Gibbs replied with the same amount of volume. I listened in, eager to find out the answer too. "The compass that doesn't point north but we're not trying to find north, are we!" I gave a glance at Jack who was steering, with a wide, slightly mad grin on his face.

"We should drop the canvas, sir." Gibbs shouted to Jack,

"She can hold a bit longer." Was all he said. My eyes stung with the spits on seawater that were piercing them, and I my legs and arms were grazed and bruised as I poured out another bucket of water back into the choppy sea, but I felt somehow exhilarated. Maybe pirates loved to sail the seas because they felt like this, as though the sea was calling to them, a different song each time. I smiled to myself and carried on working with a new burst of energy.

"What's in your head that's put you in such a fine mood, Captain?" Mr. Gibbs called. Jack just grinned and called back,

"we're catching up."

The storm had passed and we were sailing calmly on the eerie water. The water was so clear you could see Shipwrecks lingering at the bottom. It was like we were going through a grave for Ships, it was so silent.

"Puts a chill in the bones how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage." Gibbs commented. Jack was upper deck staring at his compass, Cotton looking over his shoulder, he must of been feeling uncomfortable as Jack then shut the compass. I noticed Will looking at him as well.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?" Will asked Gibbs who was drinking a bottle of rum.

"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isle de Muerta." Gibbs answered "That was before I met, back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl." I was astonished, Jack was once Captain of that ghost ship?

"What? He failed to mention that." I replied, scoffing slightly.

"Well, he plays things closer to the vest now. An a hard-learned lesson it was. See three days out on the venture the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure, too, so Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die but not before he'd gone mad with the heat." Gibbs explained. I'd heard of Mutiny's before, I had read it in the pirate books Elizabeth and I used to read when we were younger. It meant the crew would go against the Captain and maroon them on an island just like what happened to Jack. I didn't like the sound of a mutiny at all, I wondered who the first mate was.

"Ah. So that's the reason for all the…" Will said and began acting weird like Jack.

"Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now Will, Rosabelle, when a man is marooned he is given a pistol with a single shot ― one shot." Gibbs continued, "well it won't do much good for hunting or to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starvin' belly and thirst, that pistol started to look real friendly. But Jack ― he escaped the island, and he still has that one shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save for one man. His mutinous first mate." Then it all made sense. Barbossa. Barbossa, was Jack's first mate and he became Captain once Jack had been marooned and supposedly to be dead. That's why Jack came, he had plan, including the death of his first mate.

"Barbossa." I said.

"Aye." But Will seemed interested in something else.

"How did he get off the island?"

"Well I'll tell, ye. He waded out into the shallows and there he waited three days and three nights till all manner of sea creature 'came and acclimated to his presence. And on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple of sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft." Mr. Gibbs retold to us,

"He roped a couple of sea turtles?" Will questioned.

"Aye, sea turtles." Gibbs said, sounding proud of how mad his Captain was.

"What did he use for rope?" I asked.

"Human hair." Jack said, startling them. He had just appeared and was standing next to them. "... From my back." I almost choked on revolt. "Let go of the anchor!"

"Let go of the anchor, sir!" The crew repeated, getting back to work. This was it. I stared at the dark, looming cave not to far away. My sister was in there and alive. I hoped.

"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore." Jack told everyone.

"What about me!" I said with an edge to my voice.

"What about you?" Jack said, turning to me.

"I'm coming ashore too!" I said almost shouting.

"No, you're not." Jack answered simply.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not?" I finished.

"Because you are a woman and…" Jack said unsure of what to say next. "Let's just say you'll find the ship more comfortable." I was furious.

"Just because I'm a woman?" I repeated, angrily.

"Ahhh, that is the main part, yes." Jack said. I huffed, and turned towards the Cabin. Of course I wasn't going to stay there, though. I had a plan. I would pretend that Jack had won the fight, but then go after him and Will in secret. I wasn't just going to leave my sister like that.

"Captain! What if the worst should happen?" Gibbs asked.

"Keep to the code."

"Aye, the code." As I entered the cabin, I glared at Jack one more time before slamming the door behind me, cursing Captain Jack Sparrow.

I would have to escape without the rest of the crew seeing me as they wouldn't let me go either, I walked over to the window and gazed at Will and Jack rowing to the Isle de Muerta. How could they expect me to just lounge around doing nothing while my sister was in danger?!

"Men…" I grumbled, then I suddenly had enough of this cabin and went back on deck. I looked around, the crew was busy. Good… I could go after my sister without being noticed if I'm quick. Trying to blend in with the crew, I lowered a longboat into the water. I lowered it down slowly so when it hit the water it would do it reasonably quietly, but the boat was heavy so it was hard to keep it going at a steady pace. Just as I thought I had finished I heard Gibbs call out to me.

"Rosabelle! Where in the blazes do ya think you're goin'?" He surprised me so much, I let go of the rope and made the boat fall into the water with a loud splash. Without looking behind me, I plunged into the water. The seawater was cold and I tried not to think of all the sharks that roamed beneath me. Dragging myself out of the water, I climbed into the longboat and rowed away from the Interceptor, ignoring the crew's calls. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, and my dark hair stuck to my chilled face. Nevertheless I was determined to get to Elizabeth in time, so paddled as fast as I could against the silent waves. My heart sped up rapidly as I entered the cave. It was dark and the water became shallow and clear. I saw glittering gold coins and silver trinkets lying at the bottom of the water, I had an urge to reach out and touch them but thought better of it. As I drifted further into the cave, I heard voices, faint at first, but then they got louder and louder.

"For ten years we've been tested and tried, and each man jack of you here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again!" The voice was hoarse but strong, clearly coming from a man. Finally, I reached a rocky shore still covered by the gloominess of the cave, there was already another boat there, I guessed it belonged to Jack and Will. I pulled the boat ashore and crept towards the cheers and yells of the pirates. My heart thumped heavily in my chest as I became closer to the noise. Closer and closer and… Thud! I had tripped over something hidden by the darkness, landing hard on the slippery rocks. But as I looked closer I found it wasn't a something, so much as a someone.

"Jack?" I whispered, cautiously. No answer. "Jack." I repeated louder. Then I heard him groan and slowly stand up. He spun around, confused and dizzy, clutching an oar.

"Where am I?" Jack said, baffled. Then it became clear, Jack had been knocked unconscious.

"You're in the Isle de Muerta." I replied, trying to get him to understand. Jack seemed to regain his consciousness and stared at me blankly for a moment before turning irritated.

"Rosabelle! I told you to stay on the ship. What are you thinking?" He muttered to me. I just smiled.

"Don't think you can get rid of me that quickly. I'm coming with you." I said, with an ending tone. Jack just glared at me but as he turned around I thought I saw a quick flash of a grin cross his face. He started to walk, still holding the oar for balance. I followed him, unsure of where he was going. Then a crew of pirates came into view. I tried to pull Jack away from the pirates but they were gaining on us fast.

"You." Accused a skinny pirate who had a fake eye that I recognised from the night of the attack in Port Royal.

"You're supposed to be dead!" The other fat pirate who also attacked Swann Manor, stated.

"Oh." Jack said as the fat pirate pointed a pistol at us. " Palulay… palu-li-la-la-lulu, parilli… parsnip, parsley, par-partner, partner…" What in the world was Jack saying? I thought to myself.

"Parley?" The skinny pirate, translated helpfully. Right, parley, why do I always forget about that?

"Parley! That's the one! Parley, parley!" Jack repeated. The fat pirate glowered at the skinny one.

"Parley?" He grumbled. "Down to the depths whatever man that thought up 'Parley!'"

I placed my two fingers on the tip of the pistol.

"That would be the French." I responded. Jack stared at me surprised, I smirked back at him. The pirate just glared at us before grabbing me roughly by the arm, and another doing the same with Jack.

"We're takin' ya to the Captain. I'm sure he'd be overjoyed to see ya again, Sparrow."