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Jack found his way up to the ship's wheel, which he found the ever so lost Coldwood. "Sparrow! Where's that compass-?" He shouted through the rain, but Jack ignored him and tried to take control of the wheel.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Angelica yelled from below, but Jack couldn't hear her. All he was focused on was the sea.

"Sparrow, get back to your position!" Coldwood demanded, shoving the other pirate away from the wheel so he could turn it.

"Not today." Jack said, yanking the map away from him. Coldwood reached out to get it back, but made the mistake of letting the wheel free. Jack used this opportunity to grab it, letting go of the map. It blew in the wind, and Coldwood caught it before it got lost forever.

Jack jerked the wheel to the right, avoiding a large wave coming at them. The crew got knocked off their feet and tumbled onto the deck. Rain kept blurring his vision, but he tried his best to dodge the killer waters.

A sword unsheathed behind him. Jack heard Coldwood say, "Back down, Sparrow. You have no idea where to head to!"

"Actually, I do. Away from this wave." He answered, spinning the wheel to the left quickly, making Coldwood loose his footing and fall. The wave crashed inches away from the Pearl. "You're welcome." Jack said bitterly.

Coldwood spat and scrambled up, "I said, back down." He growled, now taking out a pistol from under his waistcoat. "Or shall I shoot you?"

"Do as you wish, mate." Jack told him, "I'm sure my crew, which is half the people on here, will be thrilled. Or maybe just overthrow you."

"And how come they haven't before?" Coldwood raised an eyebrow, "is it because you're all cowards?"

Jack inhaled sharply, "The only coward here, Nathaniel, is you."

This made the other pirate very angry. "You think so?" He asked, and then slowly shifted the gun so it faced towards the deck. Jack looked up from the churning sea to notice that the barrel was aimed for Angelica, who was now clutching the nearest rope for balance.

He knew what was going to happen. Before the gunshot echoed through the air, Jack tugged the wheel so fast that everyone stumbled to the deck, including Angelica. The bullet missed her head by inches.

What Jack didn't know was that he had leaded the ship right in front of the largest wave yet. It was massive, and crashed into the back, washing everyone on the ship. Jack soon found himself under the water, swirling and turning with the ocean.

He only got to the surface once, took a gulp of air and saw through the rain that no one remained on the Pearl, for that wave had cleared everyone and everything off of it. The sails were torn, and the captain's cabin's windows were smashed. Someone screamed in the distance, and a wave took Jack under yet again.

Jason woke to a screech into his right ear. He jolted up and saw Jack the monkey was looking at him and…smiling? Could monkeys even do that?

Wait, where was he? Jason sat up and looked around. He was very wet, and on a beach right where the tide came in. It wasn't stormy here, or in the tropical jungle behind him. The gray clouds covered just the ocean...which was really strange.

Movement could be heard behind him. Immediately, his hand went for the cross necklace that thankfully, didn't get swept away by the sea.

It was Anya, who too, looked as if she had spent hours in the sea. The auburn hair that escaped from her braid stuck to her face and neck, and water dripped off of her arms and legs. She was sheathing her sword when she looked at Jason. "You okay?" She asked in a tone that a friend would use.

"Uh…yeah." Jason quickly got to his feet. He brushed off the sand from his dark leggings before asking, "Where exactly are we?"

Anya sighed, shaded her eyes and looked at the ocean, then at the jungle. "It seems we have washed up to the island inside the Bermuda Triangle." She answered.

Jason began to panic. "My mother! Captain Sparrow! Are they alright? Where could they be?" He spun around, glancing around the beach. All that was there besides them and the monkey was Mr. Cotton's parrot, who was flying to them squawking, "Shiver me timbers! Shiver me timbers!"

Anya put a hand on his shoulder, "Jason…I'm sure they're fine. Look," She pointed at the ocean, "Not a sign of the ship is there, which means they're probably at another part of the island." That was half true, some supplies from the cabin was there, like some weapons, a stool, and a cracked telescope.

"Or they got shipwrecked! We need to find them!" He said to her, quickly going to where a sword sat in the tide. He sheathed it, and stared up at the center of the island, which a huge mountain towered, casting long shadows. "Is that where the Seven Gems are?" He asked her.

"Jewels," Anya corrected, "And yes, in the very center."

"Wonderful. Because that's where we're heading."

She looked like she was going to protest, but said, "Well…I guess that's where Uncle will be heading to. He'll be taking to prisoners along, of course. To defend them."

"From what?"

Anya pushed some hair out of her eyes, "The dangers of the jungle, of course."

Angelica gasped as air finally found its way to her lungs. She crawled onto the beach which the sea had washed her to, thankful for some land to rest on.

She had been taken away when that ginormous wave came onto the Pearl. Sure, she had been trying to regain her balance after the never-ending rocking, but the last image she remembered before being forced underwater was the worried look on Jack's face and a gunshot...

After lying on her back for a minute and catching her breath, a thought ran into her mind. "Jason!" She shouted out loud, bolting up and looking around. Where had her baby gone? He wasn't at this tiny beach, or anywhere in the ocean as far as she could tell.

She stood up, cupping her hands and shouting in every direction, "Jason! Jason!" Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest. Not another soul was around her, just some planks of wood and a rope.

"JASON!" She screamed before collapsing in the sand. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest as tears began to flow from her eyes, fearing her son may have drowned in the ocean. Or had gotten lost and washed up far away from her. Or got taken from-

Wait. A body was coming out from the water. Angelica wiped her cheeks and peered at the soggy figure. Was it Jason? Or worse, Coldwood?

The person coughed and shook its arms, before saying to her with a slight grin, "Are you alright, love?"

She sighed with frustration. "Oh, great." Not him. Anyone but Jack.

A/N: Huzzah! Another chapter is finished! Now that Jack and Angelica are by themselves, as are Jason and Anya...what shalt happen ;)

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