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I look up in shock to find Jack staring at his own palm where his spot rests. He looks at me before racing for the door.

"On deck, all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck! Scurry on. I want movement!" Jack yells from the deck of the ship. "I want movement!"

"Lift the skin up!" Gibbs cries.

"All on deck! Run! And keep running! Run as if the devil itself is upon us!" Jack orders.

"Do we have a heading?" Gibbs shouts to Jack. "Ah! Ooh! Run! Land!" Jack says. "Jack!" I hiss before addressing Gibbs, "get us to the nearest land possible." He doesn't move. "NOW!" I yell. Gibbs runs off and I look to Jack "I wouldn't understand? Because I really think I would," I whisper to him. "Jaz, I'm sorry," he whispers back. I turn myself away and go below deck. How can I look at him when he said I wouldn't understand something this important? Walking down to the cargo hold, I begin to list what supplies we will need when we hit land, since I'm hoping our destination is going to a port. The ship hits the beach and I stumble slightly at our bad landing, which means Gibbs was at the helm, or we hit land and not a port. Wandering above deck, I look down to see everyone on the sand. So we did hit land. Jack's looking around and I realise something: both he and I share similar thoughts at this moment in time. We recognise this place. I jump down into the sea and swim to the shore. "Tell me you recognise this place," I whisper into his ear once I have caught up with him. "I recognise it," Jack whispers back.

I look out over his shoulder and into the treeline.

"Morgan and Bartholomew, help us," I say, looking toward the trees.

My words die down when I spot something. There, just on the edge of the forest, are people, with paint on their skin and a dart blower in their hand.

"Never better words, Jaz," Jack whispers back.

I feel a prick hit my neck and my vision begins to cloud over. My last thought is: Jack, what have you gotten me into?

Cages. Cages. Bone cages. Are they serious? Stupid cannibals! How dare they? Do they not realise who I am? I am Captain Jasmine Pearl!

I suppose I can't complain. I could be in a cage with Leech and his crew mates, but instead I'm in one with Gibbs, Cotton, and Marty - the crew we picked up when we got the Pearl back. According to Gibbs, I have been out a week and a bit. He said that a lot of the poison was injected into my veins, more so than the other crew members, which was something I don't understand but don't bother dwelling on. Gibbs has told me the bone cages we are in are the other crew members, which makes me feel ill. The bones we're standing on were our friends and crew mates, so instead of standing I sit, trying to make plans for escape, all of which seem unlikely. Gibbs also mentioned that once the drums that were beating constantly - even through the night - stopped then Jack's life would be taken. So we really need an escape route.

"Gibbs, I really need something, anything, to take my mind off Jack, the cannibals, this island! Do you have anything? A story, a song?" I complain.

"I'm sorry, Jaz, but I've told you all the ones I know already, and it's only been a day and a half. If you're bored since you woke up, what about everyone else?" he tells me.

My frustration growing, I turn away from him and slam my hands against the bones.

"Dammit, why can't they just let us out? Why leave us hanging? I can't take it! I hate small spaces like this!" I scream.

Our cage shakes slightly and I feel us begin to rise. What the hell is going on? Did they actually listen to me? I highly doubt it, but you never know. Our cage is pulled over the top of the cliff we have been hung from.

I look around once we're over and say, "Hello, whelp."