Author's Note --- Thanks to all who have reviewed but most importantly read. I've decided that there will be a sequel and the second I finish this one, it's going to be posted.
Jack: So, more Captain Jack Sparrow?
Aoife: Of course, Jack. You and more adventures. How much do you know of Davy Jones?
Jack: A lot, so don't be stealin' me quotes.
Aoife: Touche.
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Chapter Eleven --- Begun By Blood, By Blood Undone
Jack and I left the cabin and made our way to the upperdeck, where the crew had gotten the rowboat ready for us. Edana and Will stood waiting for us, talking. Eddie looked up as we got closer and smiled coyly at Jack's arm around my waist. I rolled my eyes at her and turned to Gibbs as he began to talk.
"What if the worst should 'appen?" Gibbs questioned, trying to whisper without us hearing.
Jack glanced down at me and then back at Gibbs. "Stick ta the code."
Gibbs nodded and said, "Ah, the code," as he walked away. We climbed into the rowboat and the crew lowered it to the ground. Will rowed and Eddie sat next to him to help him row. Jack sat next to me and grabbed my hand as we started out. I ignored the look that Ed shot me and stared at the Isla de Muerta as we got closer and closer.
"What's the code?" Will asked as he rowed at a steady pace, Ed not struggling from all her crew meets.
"Any man that's left behind stays behind," Jack replied, staring at the island.
"No heroes among thieves," Eddie added.
Will smiled and said, "You read my mind, Miss Edana."
"Please stop calling me Miss. Just Edana is fine," she insisted, rowing faster. He nodded, smiling and picked up his pace to match hers.
"You know," Jack said. "For 'avin' such a bleak outlook on pirates, ye're well on yer way ta becomin' one yerself."
"That's not true," Will protested.
"Oh, but it is," I put in.
Jack squeezed my hand and talked. "Ye sprung a man from jail, ye comandeered a ship of the fleet." He noticed that Will's eyes had drifted to the water, where gold coins littered the ocean floor. "And ye're completly obsessed with treasure."
We climbed out of the boat and I helped Will drag it up on the shore. "That's not true!" he exclaimed. "I am not obsessed with treasure."
I whispered to Ed, "But I'm obsessed with pirates." She nodded and followed the guys.
We climbed a small pile of rocks and looked over the top as Jack said, "Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."
Will followed Jack's gaze and whispered, "Elizabeth!"
Jack pulled him back down and some coins decided that now was a great time to slide down the rocks. "Shit," I whispered to Ed. "Not good."
"Monkey," she replied, her eyes wide. We ducked down quickly, praying that the drat monkey didn't see us. If he did, we were screwed.
"We wait for the oppurtune moment," Jack hissed.
"When is that?" Will snapped in return.
"Boys, hush," I whispered loudly.
They ignored me and Jack asked, "'Ave I ever given ye a reason not ta trust me?"
"You've given me one," I volunteered under my breath. Apparently I wasn't quiet enough, because Ed sniggered and Jack shot me a death glare.
He leaned close into me and whispered in my ear, "Ye'll 'ave a reason not ta trust me once we're back on me ship." He straightened up and stared at Will, and he slowly shook his head. "No," Jack said. "We wait till I give the signal." He peered back up over the rocks and watched the action that was occuring.
Will grabbed Edana's and my arm and dragged us a few steps away. "Sometimes I can't stand him," I growled lightly.
"Shhh," Eddie chided.
"I have to save Elizabeth," Will added worridley. "I can't wait too long otherwise they'll kill her."
"I have an idea," Eddie said. Will nodded as he listened to her and left to grab an oar from the boat.
"Ed, can't we do something else, like just letting me distract him?" I pleaded, not wanting him to get hurt, even if it was hysterical in the movie.
"That's a good idea but I want to hit him for what he's about to do."
Will arrived with the oar and Ed and I followed him as he set out to do his dirty deed. Jack heard us approaching and turned around, only to get knocked in the head by Will's deathly swing of the oar. I winced as Jack slid to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Sorry, Jack," Will whispered. "But I'm not about to be your leverage."
"Bravo, bravo, well said," Edana applauded.
"Let me go get Elizabeth and then we can leave," Will whispered. He ran off through a tunnel and I sat down, putting Jack's head on my lap. I ran my fingers through his dreads, twisting new pieces around.
"Keelin," Eddie broke the silence a few minutes later. "I'm sorry but it was for the best."
"I could've done a better job of distracting," I muttered, disappointed that she wouldn't let me have a go.
"You'll get over it," Ed replied, staring at the tunnel where Will had disappeared.
A wet Will and Elizabeth appeared before us another few minutes later. Ed's eyes widened slightly as she looked over his wet form and then she changed her face to calm before he noticed. "Miss Edana, Miss Keelin, I'd like you to meet Miss Elizabeth Swann," Will announced in a whisper.
Elizabeth nodded her head and gave a slight curtsy. "Pleased to meet you," she said cheerfully as she could. I mean, come on. Cut the girl some slack, she was just harrassed by undead pirates. "I only wish that it were under better circumstances." She glanced behind her, making sure they hadn't noticed that she was gone yet.
"So do I," Eddie grumbled under breath.
"You better hurry if you'd like to get to the boat without being caught," I interupted.
"Aren't you coming?" Elizabeth asked, trying to catch a glimpse of whose head was on my lap.
"Nah. I'm gonna stay here and make sure our other friend is alright," I replied, finding that she was not at all how she was potrayed in the movie.
She nodded her head and followed Will out of the cave. "Good luck," Ed whispered, squeezing my arm.
"See you soon," I replied and then she was gone.
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(Edana's POV)
We raced through the tunnels on the island to where the rowboats were all lined up on the shore. "Grab the oars!" Will whispered.
"Why?" Elizabeth questioned, confused.
"So that they can't follow us and catch up," I explained patiently, trying to be friendly. Boy, was it hard, when she seemed so bloody nice. We collected all of the oars quickly and waded out into the water. I breaststroked ahead, leaving my oars behind me in a trail. In no time, I had reached The Interceptor. A rope was thrown down and I climbed up the side of the ship. Gibbs reached his arm over the side and helped me up. "Thanks," I said, as Marty handed me a blanket. I wrapped myself in it nice and tight and then sat alone near the rail, closer to the bow.
Elizabeth appeared shortly afterwards, followed by Will. She stumbled up on the deck in that gorgous gown from Barbossa and glanced at the bodies of the feet that she saw. "Not more pirates," she moaned, her brown eyes wide.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth," Gibbs said, coming forward.
"Mr. Gibbs?" she asked in disbelief after examining his face.
"Boy, where be Jack and Keelin?" Gibbs asked, nodding his head to Elizabeth.
Will hesitated and Elizabeth spun around to face him. "Jack? That was Jack Sparrow?"
With his eyes trained on the floor, he replied, "They fell behind." Gibbs looked up shocked as did Elizabeth. Will grabbed her hand and pulled her below deck before she could say anything about Kee electing to stay behind. I stayed where I was, staring out at the miserable island, lonely without Kee to talk to. Elizabeth was likable enough and it was easy to see why Will liked her so much. I was nothing compared to the governor's daughter. I kept my thoughts away from them until I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
I looked up to find Elizabeth standing directly behind me, tears in her eyes. "Will wants to talk to you," she choked, before turning away.
My heart broke as the tears rolled down her cheek. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, patting her shoulder. She glanced at me and smiled slightly.
"It's alright. I'll be fine," she insisted. "You better go see what he wants. Just, be careful that he doesn't snap at you either."
I turned away slowly at that and went down the narrow staircase to where Will sat in a storage room, his head in his rough hands. "Will," I whispered.
He looked up and there were tears in his eyes. He motioned that I sit down across from him and I did, afraid to anger him. "She took it from me," he whispered, the medallion laying on the table between us. It glittered dangerously in the candlelight. "She lied to me, she stole from me. I can't believe her anymore, I can't trust her, I can't love her."
"Will, she didn't mean to hurt you," I replied quietly, staring at my hands that were folded neatly in my lap.
"Why else would she have taken it then, I ask you?" he asked coldly.
"She was young and naiive. She didn't want to see you taken and tried as a pirate," I protested, looking up at him.
"That's what she said too," he whispered in agony. What I saw in his eyes scarred the living daylights out of me. The soft brown eyes that I loved so much were full of pain, hurt, sadness. They spoke words of despair as he stared into my own eyes. His hand reached out and grabbed mine, his rough fingers brushed over my knuckles gently. "Edana, please help me," he whispered, fearfully.
"Oh, Will, I'm so sorry but I can't help you," I replied, tears forming in my own eyes.
"Yes, you can," he insisted. "You were there when they took her, you where there to protect me when I was chased, and now you're here. That's all I need." He stood up and came over to where I was sitting. He pulled me up by the hand he was still holding to face him eye to eye.
"Will, you're hurt and you're not thinking straight," I whispered painfully as he pulled me in close to him.
"True, I've been hurt, but it's over, it's done with. I'm ready for new love," he replied, lowering his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes but not before a tear escaped, sliding freely down my cheek. "Why the tears?" he asked, breathing in the scent of my hair.
"Will, you still love her. I'm nothing compared to her. Please, understand. Stop listening to your head and listen to your hear," I said, pulling away to look into his eyes.
"Edana, listen to me. It wouldn't have worked out between us anyways. She's a rich young lady, the governor's daughter, and I'm a blacksmith. Her father never approved of me anyways," he smiled gently.
Not returning the smile, I protested, "She loves you."
"We can stay friends, I promise," he said. With that he lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment until I heard shouting from above.
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"Arrg...me 'ead 'urts," Jack mumbled, struggling to sit up.
"Jack, stop moving. You'll just get an even more horrible headache," I replied, twisting a dread betweeen my fingers.
"What 'appened, love?" he asked, resting his head back down on my lap, closing his eyes.
"You were conked in the head with an oar by Turner, Turner saved Elizabeth, Ed left with them and now, I hear the sounds of very angry pirates," I said casually.
"Oh, that's all?" Jack asked sarcastically. "'Elp me up, Keelin." He opened his eyes, sat up and let me stand. I offered him my hand and pulled him up. He stumbled a bit and then straightened. "Thanks, love. But why didn't ye leave with 'em?"
"I couldn't just leave you alone with some undead pirates who want to kill you," I replied. He threw an arm over my shoulder and leaned on my heavily. He kissed my forehead and grinned.
All the pirates came at once at one end of the caver, yelling, swords and pistols drawn. They stopped short when they saw me and Jack standing together. I turned to look the other way and saw that that exit was blocked also.
"Ye're suppose ta be dead!" Pintel exclaimed, his pistol pointed at us.
"Am I not?" Jack replied, feeling himself to make sure that he was indeed still alive. Pintel rolled his eyes and moved the pistol directly between Jack's eyes. Jack simply put his fingers on the barrel and stuttered, "Par-le-lay."
"What?" Ragetti asked, looking confused. The other pirates raised eyebrows, waiting for him to repeat what he said.
"Par-lee-lay-leo. Parsnip, parsley, pa-"
"What he's trying to say, my dear pirates, is parlay," I interupted.
"That's it! That's the one!" Jack exclaimed, pointing his finger at Pintel.
"Parlay!" Pintel growled, staring at me coldly. He shifted the gun to my face. "Down ta the depths whatever muttonhead thoughta parlay."
I put my fingers on the barrel and Jack said, "That would be the French."
"Makers of mannoyise," I added, remembering it from the outtakes and bloopers.
"I like mannoyise," Ragetti crowed.
"Shut up," Pintel snapped. He instantly stopped his blubbering. "Let's go ye filth." Ragetti, who was closest to me, grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me away from Jack. Pintel grabbed Jack and the rest of the pirates followed us to the cavern where Cortez's treasure was waiting.
In the cave, my eyes widened as I saw all the treasure and expensive items they had been hoarding for ten years. Gold, silver, pearls, paintings, dresses, statues, you name it, it was there. Up on a pile of rocks, sat the treasure of Cortez himself, sitting like a king above all the other valuables. Barbossa stood next to it, his arms folded crossly in front of him, a cruel smirk on his aged features.
"What 'ave we 'ere?" he sneered. "Well, well, if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow and," he eyed me, "his little whore. How charmin'."
I stepped forward, despite Ragetti's grip on my arm. "Excuse me, I am not a whore and I am not little. Besides, Barbossa, you don't look so good yourself."
"Shut up or I'll shut ye up," he growled. He turned his attention away from me and focused on Jack. "'ow the blazes did ye get off that island?" he snapped mockingly.
"When ye left me ta die, mate, ye forgot one very important thing." Barbossa raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Ah," Barbossa sighed. "Well, I won't be makin' that mistake, again." Pintel cocked his gun happily as he nodded his head, turning away.
"Elizabeth's blood didn't work, did it?" I asked boldly. Barbossa froze and then slowly turned around.
"Ye know who's blood we need?" he asked.
"We know who's blood ye need," Jack and I chorused.
"Bring 'em ta the boats!" Barbossa called, leading the way.
"You don't 'ave the medallion?" Jack asked and I could sense a bit of disappointmen in his voice.
"That bloody gel took it!" Twigg cursed, pushing Jack in front of him. Ragetti took my arm again and lead me to the boats. When we got there, there weren't any oars in them to row with. The pirates cursed and moaned before deciding to leave them there and swim. We all swam out to The Pearl, and when we reached her, we climbed aboard with ropes that were tossed down by the crew that was left on board. I found myself intrigued by The Pearl. She was beautiful, despite her charred black wood. I felt a sudden rush of joy deep in my heart as though she was blissful to see her true captain again. Jack and I were brought to the captain's cabins once on board.
Barbossa sat down at the end of the long table and said, "So, Jack, 'ow do ye expect ta git yer ship back?"
"I'll tell ye the name in an exchange."
"That's not very fair, Jack. I thought ye'd be more clever about it, but ye always were a simple man."
"Aye, tis fair. See, ye give me ship and I'll give ye the name and leave ye on a beach somewhere."
"Ye expect ta leave me standin' on a beach with naught but a name and it's yer word it's the one I need, watchin' ye sail away with my ship?"
"No," Jack said, grabbing an apple for both of us and put his feet up on the table. "I'll leave ye standin' on a beach and sail away on me ship and I'll shout the name back ta ye."
"But see, Jack, it's yer word versues mine."
"But of the two of us, I'm the only one who 'asn't committed mutiny, so therefore, my word is the one we'll be trustin'."
"And if you hadn't left him to die on that beach, he'd have an equal share in the curse," I added. "So he should be thanking you." I took a bite of my apple, looking quite smug.
"Funny old world, inn'it?" Jack asked, offering his apple to Barbossa. He sneered and shook his head.
The cabin door flew open and the Bo'sun stepped in. "We're comin' upon The Interceptor."