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My hands were trembling, but it was the only part of me that I allowed to show any nerves. Elizabeth went before me, the hemline of her dress trailing along the plank we were being forced to walk. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I would be strong.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard!" Will shouted struggling towards the evil Captain. "You swore they'd go free!"

"Don't impugn me honour, boy!" snapped Barbossa. Will was gagged as Barbossa sneered at him, "I agreed they go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Although it does seem a shame to loose something so fine, doesn't it lads?" Barbossa looked at Elizabeth, "So I'll be having that dress back before you go."

The crew laughed as Elizabeth ripped of the black and red dress. A lot of Barbossa's crew whistled as she threw it to Barbossa. "It goes with your black heart," she snarled.

"Oh, it's still warm," he leered at her. Elizabeth glared at him and continued her slow procession along the plank. She stopped and turned. Her eyes sought out Will and she opened her mouth to say something.

"Too long!" one of Barbossa's crew complained, jumping on the end of the plank. It shook and Elizabeth fell off. There was a splash and then it was my turn.

My hands were tied. I walked forward, holding my head high. I walked quickly, not wanting to face the same humiliation as Elizabeth. I paused only when I got to the end. I didn't look back to see if Jack was following or to say goodbye to Will because if I said that then it would make everything more final. I jumped.

The freezing water hit me and I gasped in air. It was hard to swim with my hands tied. I kicked my way to shore. Elizabeth was just a head of me and when I reached the island and turned I saw that Jack was just behind me.

Cold and soaking, but unharmed, we reached the island. I struggled out of the ropes binding my hands. We stood on the white sands catching our breath.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away on my ship," said Jack, his eyes on the Pearl. I moved closer to him and put my arm around him. I felt him shift closer to me. Elizabeth coughed. I automatically blushed and moved away from Jack; I wanted to comfort him, but I knew Elizabeth wouldn't understand.

"Isabel," she said stiffly. "Let's go for a walk."

She turned on her heel and walked away. She expected me to follow and I did. There was a long angry silence for a while.

"Elizabeth, what is it?" I asked gingerly, not quite sure why she was so angry.

"I don't know what you're playing at!" she hissed. "That man –if you can call him that – has condemned Will to death and you-"

She stopped, disgusted.

"What?" I had no idea what she was talking about. "What do you mean 'condemned Will to death'?"

She stared at me, "He was going to tell Barbossa about Will so he could get his precious ship back! For goodness sake, Isabel! I knew you were slow, but even for you this is bad!"

"No, no he-" I broke off. What she was saying made sense, but I didn't want it to. Jack's uncanny interest in Will's family, his unquenchable thirst for the Pearl and his knowledge of the curse all added up to what Elizabeth was telling me. I bit my lip, "I am such and idiot."

Elizabeth softened, "No you're not, It's not your fault, I-" she stopped, staring at the sand in front of us. There were footprints on it. They were ours; we'd gone in a full circle.

"It's not all that big is it?" said Jack, smiling. He was sitting down on the sand, holding out a gun. He was probably going to shoot us. I suddenly felt overwhelmingly miserable and tired.

"If you're going to shoot me please do so with all haste," I told him. He put the gun down and frowned.

"Is there a problem between us, Isabel?" he asked.

"It's Miss Norrington to you!" Elizabeth snapped at him.

"I wasn't talking to you," Jack snapped back. He stood up, his eyes and tone softer as he spoke to me, "Isabel, love?"

"You were going to trade Will's life for a ship," I snarled.

"We could use a ship," Jack's attempt to make me laugh fell flat. He glowered at Elizabeth, "This is your doing! Actually I was not going to tell Barbossa about bloody Will because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I still had something to bargain with, which now, none of us have thanks to bloody stupid Will!"

There was an angry silence.

"Oh," Elizabeth and I said in unison.

"Oh," Jack mimicked. There was a tense silence during which Jack sat down.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"It's alright, love," he said. I smiled; he was so quick to forgive. He glared at Elizabeth, muttering, "It wasn't your fault."

Well, he was quite quick to forgive. I sat down beside him on the sand. I took of my shoes and set about burying my feet in the warm sand. When I looked up Jack was looking at me with laughter in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked Elizabeth.

"I'm sitting down," I replied. Jack shot me a puzzled look.

"How can you sit at a time like this?!?" she demanded. Jack gave a snort of laughter.

"A time like what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Will!" she said as if that explained everything.

"Oh for God's sake!" Jack snapped standing up. He walked off towards the trees. Elizabeth followed; her face like thunder. I stood up and ran after the pair of them.

"He still tried to save us! We have to help him!" she protested.

"Off you go then!" Jack waved her away. "Be sure and let me know how that turns out."

He kept walking and so did she. "But you were marooned on this island before! We can escape in the same way you did then!"

She was right; we could. Would the sea turtles work a second time round?

"To what point and purpose, young Missy? The Black Pear is gone and unless either of you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in those bodices-" he glanced at us, "-unlikely, then Mr Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

He pressed his ear to a tree and knocked. He then took huge strides, counting each one. Elizabeth was momentarily confused by his actions, but was not giving up.

"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow! You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not?" she'd got him listening. "How did you escape last time?"

I started to explain about the sea turtles, but Jack looked at me. One look was all it took for me to know he was lying. I trailed off.

"I wasn't being completely honest with you, love," he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"And you say I'm a liar?!?"

"The very worst I know, it just so happens I am the very best I know," he grinned.

"We seem to be digressing from the subject, you two," said Elizabeth coldly. Jack's smile vanished.

"Last time I was here for a grand total of three days, alright?" he sighed and bent down to open a trap-door that had been hidden by sand and disappeared down it, still talking. "Last time the rum-runners used this island as a cache and I was able to barter as passage off. From the looks of things they've been out of business for a while, probably got your bloody brother to thank for that." He emerged with three bottles of rum. Elizabeth was not impressed and neither was I.

"So that's it then?" she said. "That's the grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? He spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Welcome to the Caribbean, love," he said pushing a bottle of rum into each of our hands.

"Unbelievable," muttered Elizabeth.

"That was an awfully unimpressive story," I agreed.

"I can hear you, you know," Jack called from where he was sitting. I walked over. His disappointing story had left a few doubts in my mind. I stared at him. He looked up.

"Were there truth in any of the other stories?" I asked. I had heard so many rumours about Jack, mainly from Gibbs about his many adventures and now I didn't know what to believe.

"Truth?" Jack repeated. He stood up. His eyes were more serious and deep than I'd ever seen him. He rolled up his sleeve a deep gash on his arm made my stomach churn. He let that sleeve fall down and rolled up his other one. Several purple bruises and red scars were now visible. He pulled back his collar to reveal two burns on his collar bone. He was showing me his war wounds. The scars he carried proved most of his stories were true. He was showing me the other side of piracy, the more dangerous side when he couldn't pull of miraculous escapes like the one from Port Royale. My eyes were drawn back to his. "No truth at all," he said quietly.

I took a deep breath, recovering from what he'd shown me. "Jack, that's awful," I said, my voice shaking.

Then he surprised me. I felt the solidity of his arms around me and the warmth of his body as he pulled me into a hug. A little taken aback I slowly wrapped my arms around him in return. His shoulder was just the right height for me to comfortably rest my chin on. "I like you better than the others, love," he murmured so quietly that anyone else present would not have heard him. Then I remembered that Elizabeth was also on the island. Jack let go and I turned to look for her, but she was gone.

I sighed and sank down onto the sand.

"Sorry," Jack sat down too. "I didn't mean to come between you and Elizabeth, darlin'"

I shook my head, "You haven't; she'll come round."

He lay back on the sand, his hands behind his head. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while.

"That cloud looks like a parrot," Jack commented. I lay back to see what he was talking about. I found myself staring into a cloudless sky.

"What cloud? There aren't any!" I said.

"There is! It's over there by that palm tree."

I looked to see he had his head tilted back and was staring at a tiny, fluffy white cloud in the vast expansion of blue.

"That is a miniscule speck of a cloud. It barely counts as a cloud," I said.

"I've seen smaller!" he retorted.

"Do you go around measuring them? (!)" I said sarcastically.

"Yup."

I hoped he was joking.

I'm going to have to split the Island bit up into two parts, so I'll put the next bit up soon.

Do you think I should do Dead Man's Chest and At World's End as well?

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