Elizabeth was left alone on an island wondering whether Will knew it was abandoned o not. She hadn't the heart, nor was she thinking about telling Will she'd rather be left on an Island with people on it. So she was left to do it on her own. She worked day and night on building a suitable shelter. After about two weeks she finally finished, yet she felt uneasy. She was alone. Completely isolated on this island. No one had ever accomplished an escape such as this, since Jack had the rumrunners and she escaped last time because of the Navy people. She cried silent tears as her body ached with fatigue and finally rested her head inside the tent she had built for herself, thinking about gathering more food the next day.
The sunlight beamed into the tent and she woke up with a smile. She thought about how she and Will would have another day like the one they shared previously…even though it would take 10 years. She stood up, black lines under her eyes. She yawned loudly and dreaded the task she would now have to do. She went out to gather fruits from the nearby trees, but then she saw something. A shadowy figure was hidden in the trees. When she looked out to the shore she saw a small empty boat that was on land.
"Who's there?" she yelled.
No answer but the figure stood his or her ground.
"I do know how to handle a sword! I am no ordinary damsel in distress… here… right here I have a sword and…and I am not afraid to use it"
"Ah, yeah. The trees know you aren't afraid, love, but they, unlike I, don't know that you have no sword," said a familiar voice on her right.
There was a man sitting Indian style on a pile of rocks looking at Elizabeth with bright eyes that gleamed in the sun. Elizabeth starred, her expression that of confusion and bewilderment, at the shadowy figure that she now saw was actually a dead tree in the shadows of taller healthier trees, and stared back at the man. Se could not believe it.
"Anyways love, why fight when you could negotiate" said Captain Jack Sparrow.