Chapter 8

The morning sun started to rise. After a night of defending themselves from spiders, the two actually managed to ward them off long enough to actually sleep. Jewel's eyes slowly fluttered open, Barbossa's face merely inches from her. She sat up, completely still, blushing profusely, feeling a bit nauseous, concentrating on their dead fire. Barbossa moaned when he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Jewel slid away from him.

"Whatever happened..." Jewel said, pointing at him.

"What goes on on this island, will stay here." Barbossa said, holding his hands out. Jewel let out a breath of relief as she stood up. Barbossa smirked.

"Although I am still surprised you... Nuzzled into me chest." he said, a sword suddenly touching the tip of his chin. "Did you ever do that with your father?" He looked up at her, "Or this?" he pointed at the sword. It was moved to touch his neck. A firey anger was in Jewel's eyes.

"That is none of your concern." she growled. She stepped back, her sword still clutched in her hand, craving the blood of her Fri-... enemy?... No... She sheathed it looking out to sea.

"Besides, shouldn't we be shoving off now?" she said

"No, see the sky?" he asked, pointing to the clouds above. They were painted a beautiful red. She wasn't sure what he meant though.

"They are lovely. So?" she asked, shrugging. Barbossa stood up shaking his head, standing over Jewel.

"A red sky in the morning is a sailor's warning. A storm is brewing out there, and I'd rather not be caught in it." he said. Jewel stood on her toes to meet his height, looking him in the eye.

"And I'd rather not spend another night here afraid of giant spiders. I'd suggest you help me shove off now, or I swear I will make your day hell if we stay." she said. Barbossa stared down at her for a moment.

"Are you sure you're not like me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You would have threatened to kill me. And probably would have injured me to make sure I'd listen." Jewel pointed out. Barbossa shrugged and soon was helping Jewel shove their boat into the water. It was a good size for two people with a large mast and sail in the center of it. A pair of oars were lying down at their feet as they made way to sail off. Jewel pulled out her map and pointed in the direction for them to sail.

"That way." she said

"Aye... Cap'n." Jewel looked at Barbossa. He was seated at the rudder... And did he just call her... Captain? Jewel shook her head and watched the waves before them. She closed her eyes and smiled. This was where she belonged. This was her element. The roar of the sea, the smell of the salt, the wind in her short hair. She belonged here. This was her home. She was finally at peace.

Barbossa watched her. He couldn't do much at all except watch her. He thought of the time when he was younger. His first day out at sea. Yes, he wore the same expression on his face with his eyes closed. He thought of when Him and Jack met Jewel's mother. The day they met rose was the day they helped pull her out of a wrecked ship. During the day was the time Barbossa and Rose would talk about things, and joke with each other, while the night time was Jack's turn. He should have known Rose loved Jack more than him. The signs were so obvious.

He focused on the present, not wishing to relive the memory. There were dark clouds ahead. Jewel's eyes were still closed, although her smile was gone. She felt the change in the air, the wind being picked up, the waters becoming rougher. Barbossa used the chain to pull her away from the bow.

"Storm's a'coming." he said. Jewel opened her eyes.

"Aye, I can see that now." she said, a hint of... fear? in her voice.

"I believe I warned you of this." Barbossa said

"There's nothing we can do now. Our supplies are already stowed in our limited space, there are no hatches to batten down." Jewel said. There was a blast of thunder above them. Jewel winced. Barbossa noticed. The rain began to drizzle down on them.

"The wind will be blowin', the storm will beat down, the lightning will strike, we'd best to hold fast." Barbossa said. He grabbed hold of the rudder with two hands to steer their boat. The deeper they went into it, the sky was darker, the rougher the waves, the harsher the wind, the damage to their sails. She gabbed hold of their mast, reaching out from her position to pull on the ropes to secure their sails.

"Get down!" Barbossa ordered. A wave came up and swept Jewel off her feet throwing her into the water. Her only lifeline was the chain that kept Jewel attached to Barbossa. It was difficult to pull Jewel back into their boat though. She kept clawing at the waves to breath before making her slam into the boat's side, and when he had a moment to pull her back, another wave would come and he would almost join Jewel in the waters.

"I don't want to die! Not like this!" Jewel screamed when her head was above the surface. Barbossa strained himself before finally dragging Jewel out of the water. As soon as she was "safe", she wrapped her arms around Barbossa tightly.

"Not like this, not like this, not like this." she kept saying over and over. Barbossa steered their boat through the waves and the storm. After an hour the rain began to let up, but the sky was still dark.

"Sparrow, it's over." Barbossa said, looking down at the girl who was clinging to him.

"No it isn't." she said. Barbossa rolled his eyes and pushed her off. She was shaking and tears were in her eyes.

"How is it that the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow, the girl who had managed to make a name for herself traveling the world doing and seeing strange things, the one who had turned into a skeleton, be afraid of a storm?" he asked

"It's not the storm, it's... the waves... and drowning." Jewel confessed, rubbing her arms, "I've been afraid of them for as long as I can remember."

"How'd you come by those fears?" he asked

"I don't know. I think I remember, vaguely... Fire... a ship crashing around me... sinking under water..." Jewel said, seeing brief images of her memories in her mind. "What are you afraid of?" She decided to change the subject.

"Nothin'." Barbossa said

"Everybody is afraid of something. My mom was deathly afraid of scorpions, Gibbs is afraid of ghosts, what about you?" Jewel said

"I'm not afraid of anything." Barbossa replied

"You're lying." Jewel said with a smile. She then winced and held back a cry, grabbing onto her arm. The mark, it was burning!

"What is this, Sparrow?" Barbossa asked

"I know where you are." Davy Jones' voice said. Jewel's eyes widened hearing his voice within her own mind.

"Leave us be. We can't do anything to defend ourselves, leave us be." Jewel whispered. Barbossa looked up ahead of them. Something was wrong, and he felt it.

"You are too late for begging Sparrow, I am already here." Davy said. Jewel looked up. Ahead of them the Flying Dutchman burst out of the water.

"Please." Jewel said shaking her head.

"We will not be arriving at Tortuga." Barbossa said

"Well if it isn't the smallest Sparrow." Davy Jones said, looking down at him from the deck of the Dutchman. "Tell me, do the both of you fear death?"

"Do your worst Jo-" Barbossa started, only to be interrupted by Jewel.

"No no no NO!" Jewel screamed grabbing hold of Barbossa, "I don't want to be here! I don't want to be here!"

"What is this?" Barbossa asked

Away away anywhere AWAY! Jewel thought with all her might. Praying. Wishing

Her wish came true.

Barbossa and Jewel fell down and hit the wood floor of a ship's lower deck. Barbossa panted, the strange magic taking a lot out of him. He stood up on shaky legs to look around them. They were not on the lowest deck, but the deck below the main deck, a clear moonlit sky shone through the grate above them. Barbossa looked down at Jewel. She was lying down unmoving on the ground,

"Where are we Sparrow?" he asked, shaking their chain to move her arm. She made no response, no twitch, nothing.

"Sparrow?" he said, getting worried. He knelt down beside her. She wasn't breathing. Barbossa shook his head.

"Not after everything, Sparrow." he said angrily, taking off his hat. "And we are never speaking of this to anybody." He gave Jewel mouth to mouth resuscitation before pumping her chest with his hands. "Breath Sparrow." he said, trying it again. Nothing happened, so he tried it again. He slapped her.

"Wake up Sparrow! Jewel, wake up!" he said. After a moment of silence, Jewel coughed. She started to breathe, but she did not wake up. Barbossa sighed and looked back at his hat. A musket was shoved in his face.

"Who are you pirate, and how did you get here?" the man holding it asked. Barbossa smirked.

"You'd not believe if I told you." he replied