Chapter 7-Over the edge

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The next day the heat was blazing down upon us. Which I decided I like less than when we were freezing to dead because at least then we had food and water left over. I had walked down to the kitchens this morning to find some half eaten biscuit and a piece of gone off cheese. I suddenly had decided that I wasn't hungry anymore!

"Why is all but the rum gone?" Pintel asked sitting on a barrel trying to get the remainder of the water out of the bottle.

"Rum's gone too," Gibbs informed us, looking into the empty bottle as if it would give inspiration.

Tia was standing next to Will looking out into the never ending ocean, "If we cannot escape these doldrums by nightfall, I fear we will sail trackless seas, doomed to roam the reach between worlds...forever."

"With no water, forever seems to be arriving a mite too soon," Gibbs said sadly. It was horrible to think that while the others died I could continue my work here, living in the space between the worlds forever. Never stopping, never dying.

Will looked up at Barbossa who was standing on deck looking out at sea, "Why doesn't he do something?" He asked.

Just then in front of me Ragetti ran trying to get his eye back from that blessed Monkey, "Me eye! Give it back!"

"There's no sense to it," Gibbs answered Will question getting my attention back to them.

"And the green flash happens at sunset, not sunrise," Will muttered trying to find a patten.

"OVER THE EDGE...it's drivin' me over the bloomin' edge. Sunrises don't set," Gibbs said thinking it through as well.

I walked around the ship, being one of the only people who is not to hungry and thirty to do work. Jack was sitting at the table looking over the map, as he turned it a new set of words appeared, which he read out loud, "UP IS DOWN. Well that's just maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear?" he questioned the air. I sat by the side of the ship listening to him, "Come again?" he said, as if someone had spoken. There was no body within distance of him apart from me and I was sure I hadn't said a word.

"Well that's more than less than unhelpful," What the hell was he talking about? It sounded like only one side of a conversation yet there was nobody talking the other.

"I love the sea," he was talking to himself, that was the only option.

"I prefer rum. Rum's good," Great so I am in love with a person who is mentally unwell, just what I needed to happen.

"Once every ten years," Jack said. I gasped, he was on about stabbing the heart. I couldn't let him do that, but I wanted to hear was he was on about in more detail.

"Even longer given the deficit of rum," Oh trust him to think of Rum when his heart was at stack! Such a Jack thing to do.

"Oh, I like that," Jack said.

"Not sunset, sundown...and rise," he moved the picture in the centre of the chart. I couldn't see what that meant from my spot, "UP! Oh, what's that?" he said jumping up and running to the startboart side of the ship. "What's that? I don't know, what IS that? What do you think?" Jack continued talking to himself. This was beginning to freak me out. Actually it was freaking me out a lot already.

"Where?" Elizabeth questioned, standing by his side. I have to admit I thought she was stupid standing so near to a person she had killed, but hey it was her funeral.

I ran over to join Jack, "There!" he said not pointing at anything, being maddeningly unhelpful.

Then he turned and ran over to the other side of the ship, with every member of the crew above deck following him. Port to startboard, Port to Startboard. Until it hit me what we were doing, "He's rockin' the ship!" I exclaimed.

"We're rockin' the ship!" Gibbs shouted in response.

Every time we ran it got slightly harder. All I could heard was different people yelling the same thing, "He's rockin' the ship!"

Barbossa ran down below deck, and began yelling orders for the crew to release the cannons and cargo.

The more we ran the less of us they were, people who didn't make it feel into the water, one of Tai's men slipped on the deck and plummeted into the sea. I tried to keep up with the pace as best I could but I was not a quick as many others.

The ship was upright now. I leaped and grabbed hold of the edge of the rails. My fingers barely catching on as our feet left the ground and the ship became to turn.

"Now up is down," Jack said simply, as if that was suppose to make any sense to anyone. Another man feel off, I turned to see the cannon we had loosen early speeding towards him. Was that mine fate too? No mine would be worse, never ending drowning, never dying. Never escaping this world. The man's blood cerdurling scream filled the air.

My hands gave up the fight, I began to fall with my own scream, to be trapped in this world forever.

I closed my eyes readying myself for the water to fill my lungs, but someone grabbed hold of my arm. I looked up to see Jack holding onto me, fear in his eyes, and somehow managing to stay balanced with one hand still on the rail. Just as the water hit the ship, ducking us under.

The lack of air burned my lungs uncomfortable, however I was not desperate for air like the people around me. I didn't need it, I would drown, and it would be bloody painful as always but I would be fine. All I could look at was Jack's eyes, the deepest chocolate brown colour. I could hardly see the people struggling for breath around us. He looked at me as if I was the only person in the world. As if...as if he actually still loved me.

The sky above us flashes green. As the water seemed to rush towards us and away from us at the same time. It rushed past my ears. We erupted from the water dropping down to the floor. I collapsed onto something soft. It took me a minute to realise that the soft material I had landed on was Jack.

I got up quickly, blushing bright red, "Sorry Jack," I muttered quietly.

"Don't worry love, used to it," Jack said smirking slightly.

I had to look away before I got in too deep, I saw Pintel and Ragetti tied upside down onto the post in the middle of the deck. I decided it was best not to ask, "This was your idea," I heard Pintel complaining to Ragetti.

Gibbs moved off the floor and looked up, "Blessed sweet westerlies, we're back!" he exclaimed.

Elizabeth looked out over the ocean, "It's the sunrise."

A second later Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth and Jack all had their guns pointing at each other. I grabbed my gun out of the my belt and pulled it up to Elizabeth's head, because out of the four she was the one I was most willing to kill.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye Jack the monkey point a miniature gun at Cotton's parrot head, "Parley?"

"We need our pistols, get untied, hurry," Pintel ordered struggling to move.

We all began laughing and lowed our guns, I mean that it was quite funny when you think about it. All our guns when back up and the laughter stopped.

"All right, then. The Brethren Court's a-gathering' at Shipwreck Cove. And Jack, you and I are a-goin', and there'll be no arguin' that point," Barbossa began.

"I agree with Barbossa which I never thought I'd be saying," I interrupted before Jack could speak.

"I is arguin' the point. If there's pirates a-gatherin', I'm pointing my ship the other way," Jack response, moving one of his guns to point to Barbossa.

"The pirates are gathering to fight Beckett, and you're a pirate," Elizabeth said moving both her guns to Jack, as he moved both his to her.

"Fight or not, you're not running, Jack," Will said doing the same as Elizabeth, Jack went back into his previous position.

Barbossa piped up next, "If we don't stand together, they'll hunt us down one by one, till there be none left, but you."

"I quite like the sound of that. Captain Jack Sparrow, the last pirate," Jack said looking like he was actually thinking about it. Was he really that mental after his spell in Davy Jones' Locker?

Barbossa moved forward, pointing one of his guns at Jack, I couldn't help it I changed angles and pointed my gun at him, no matter what happened I couldn't let Jack die and he was the one most likely to kill him. Barbossa's other gun was aimed at me, what goes around I suppose, "Aye, and you'll be fightin' Jones alone. And how does that figure into your plan?" He questioned.

"I'm still working on that. But I'll not be going back to the locker, mate, count on that," Jack response, moving one of his guns to Barbossa and firing. However it didn't go off. We all tried but all our guns where useless.

"Wet powder," Gibbs sighed, probably looking forward to a fight.

I turned around seeing that Pintel and Ragetti had finally got loose. I had no idea how though. "Wait! We can still use them as clubs," Pintel yelled after us, Ragetti hit him on the head, "Ow!"

I tried to stop myself from laughing, as Ragetti responded, "Sorry. Effective, though."

We all turned around. All walking over and gathering around the charts as Will looked over it and pointed to a small island, "There's a freshwater spring on this island. We can resupply there, and get back to shooting each other later."

I could see an idea forming in Jack's head as he began to speak, "You can lead the shore party, and I'll stay with my ship."

Barbossa shook his head, "I'll not be leaving my ship in your command."

"Why don't you both go ashore and leave the ship in my command" At the looks he got Will adjusted his suggestion, "temporarily."

As we began to make our way to the boats, I pulled Jack aside, "Don't go on there!"

"Why not?" He asked.

"Will he..." I began by was interrupted by Barbossa telling us to come on. Jack left me on the ship as he walked off, I sighed as I followed. I tried to warn him.

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