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It was the Pearl sure enough. I knew it was even from a distance and my heart lifted. It had been beached on the deserted sand of a huge island. I felt a smile spread across my face, but as the fishing boat sailed nearer it faltered slightly. There were no signs of life on or around the Pearl.

I looked to Will in confusion, but the shrimper was there. "My brother will take you ashore," he said, indicating to the rowing boat being lowered into the water. A small man beckoned to us. I climbed down after Will and the man began to row ashore with us.

We were about half way when he suddenly stopped rowing. "Why have we stopped?" I asked.

Will turned to the shrimper's brother. "What's wrong? The beach is right there!"

The man said something foreign and looked stubborn.

"What's he saying?" I asked.

"I think it's French," Will replied. "I can…"

"Don't say you can speak French, Will because we both know that's a lie; you can barely speak English at the best of times!"

He glowered at me. The man said something French again and indicated to the water. His message was clear; we had to swim. We stood up.

"Bon voyage," the man said. So it was French. Will dove off the side. I waited until I was sure that when I jumped in I wouldn't land on him and followed him into the cold water.

It was quite a long way to shore. Longer than it had looked anyway and we had to battle against the incoming tide. I swallowed quite a lot of salty water as I dragged myself ashore, panting. Will was only a few paces a head of me, also drawing in deep lungfuls of air. We stopped by the Pearl, my arms and legs were shaking due to exhaustion, but I was too distracted looking for Jack to really notice.

"Jack!" I shouted, but the only answer from the still ship was a resounding silence.

"Jack Sparrow!" Will called, just to be sure.

"Jack!" I shouted again.

"Gibbs!" Will changed the name, but I didn't bother.

"Jack!"

"Marty!"

"Jack!"

"Cotton!"

"Jack!"

"Anyone?" said Will plaintively. He turned to me, "They're not here."

"Really? (!)" I gave him a look. "They have to be here somewhere. Maybe they went looking for food or something?" I suggested. We both looked towards the overgrown jungle.

"Then they'd have gone in there," Will nodded towards it. We walked over, but something didn't seem right. Why would Jack leave the Pearl completely deserted? Surely one person would stay behind to make sure nothing happened?

It was cool in the shade of the trees, but eerily quite. If Jack was within a mile radius, I was sure we'd be able to hear him. A squawk beside us made us turn and look at the parrot standing tall and proud on a branch. Cotton's parrot!

"Ah, a familiar face!" Will exclaimed. The parrot squawked at us.

"Don't eat me!" he cried. I didn't know much about parrots, but it seemed like and odd thing for one to say.

"We're not going to eat you," Will told it. He looked at me in confusion, "Why does he think we're going to eat him?"

I shrugged, "I don't know!"

"Don't eat me!" the parrot squawked again, flapping his wings.

"This conversation is pointless," I sighed.

"It's with a parrot, what do you expect?" said Will. Cotton's parrot fell silent, looked at us and flew off.

"You've offended him now!" I scolded. Will rolled his eyes, muttering something about me being ridiculous.

A shiver passed up my spine as a sudden thought struck me. If that was Cotton's parrot, where was Cotton? I heard Will take a sharp intake of breath. He reached out of a flask tied to a bit of string. "Gibbs," he murmured. He pulled the flask off and started to follow the string along. I was feeling increasingly uneasy. As will reached the end of the string I saw something camouflaged in the bushes. A face.

The face saw it had been spotted and a man jumped out of the bush. I leapt backwards and soon saw that we were surrounded. They all had some form of war paint on their faces. Then I saw that Will was hanging upside down.

"Why are you upside down?" I asked. His foot was tied to a branch. He didn't hear me; he was too busy shouting at the strange men. He was swinging his sward around.

"Ahh! Let's go!" he shouted aggressively. "Come on! Who wants it? I could do this all day!"

"Be careful!" I grumbled as his sword came whistling past my ear. Something else whizzed through the air. It hid Will and he went limp. There was then a sharp pain in the side of my neck and the ground was all I saw before complete darkness.

***

Bright light made me blink. I could hear voices and not all of them were speaking English. Now I was tied upside down from a long pole.

"Jack! The compass!" I heard Will say urgently. "That's all I need! Elizabeth is in danger! We were arrested for helping you! She faces the gallows!"

"So do I!" I said, grumpy that he'd forgotten me. There was a silence. Footsteps. And then I found myself looking into Jack's upside-down brown eyes.

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