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"Jaz? Gibbs? Cotton, Marty?" Will shouts in surprise.
"Yes, whelp. We're… well, most of us are here," I shout back. Being locked up really doesn't suit me or my temper.
Will is shoved into the cage with us and we're lowered down again.
"What the hell are you doing here, whelp? Aren't you supposed to be in Port Royal, married to that rum wasting woman, living in a big house with lots of little whelps running around?" I ask him.
He blushes bright red whilst Gibbs, Cotton, Marty and the crew all laugh.
"Shut up, Jaz," he mumbles to me. "What's happened?"
Gibbs explains the problem to Will whilst we sit or stand, inputting where we feel we need to.
"Why would he do this if Jack is their chief?" Will asks and I sigh in frustration.
"Have we not just been over this, whelp?" I nearly scream. He winces.
Gibbs looks to me before looking back at Will. "Jaz doesn't take to being caged at all well. And aye, the Pelegostos have made Jack their chief, but he only remains chief as long as he acts as chief," Gibbs finishes.
"So he had no choice? He's a captive then, as much as the rest of us," Will concludes, something I had understood when Gibbs first explained our predicament to me.
"Worse as it turns out. See, the Pelegostos believe that Jack is a god in human form," Gibbs starts.
"Can't imagine how they ended up with that conclusion; after all that would just make his ego bigger," I mumble. Will chuckles as Gibbs glares at me for interrupting his story.
"Anyway, they intend to do him the honour of releasing him from his fleshy prison," he finishes, and Cotton bites Gibbs's fingers to illustrate.
"Argh! They'll roast him and eat him!" Gibbs yells in pain and then carries on normally.
"Where's the rest of the crew?" Will asks.
"These cages we're in… weren't built till after we got here," Gibbs tells him.
Will removes his hands from bone cage only to realise that it's the only place you can hold onto, so puts them back on in disgust. Good, I'm not the only one feeling disgusted.
"The feast is about to begin. Jack's life will end…. When the drums stop," Gibbs explain.
"Then we can't just sit here and wait then, can we?" Will exclaims.
"What are you suggesting, whelp?" I ask.
"Easy! Since the cages are hanging, we swing across the cavern back and forth, using our weight to force it back and forth until we get near enough to the cliff wall and grab the vines that are hanging down the edge. Use them to climb up the side," Will explains.
"Will, how did you make up such a crazy yet brilliant plan well for you anyway?" I ask as the crew begin to make the cages swing.
"I thought to myself, think like Jaz," he tells me smugly.
"And this is what you came up with? I'm not very impressed; after all, my plan would be clever, sneaky, amazing, perfect, dramatic-"
"And non-existent" he interrupts.
"Shut it," I answer back, reaching through the cage bars for some vines on the wall.
We swing the cages until our group grabs some of the vines, but unfortunately they all break loose at our strength, so we resume swinging, once again hoping to grab the vines. The crew in the other cage grab some leaves first and we quickly follow.
"Put your legs through and start to climb!" Gibbs yells.
"Come on! It'll take all of us to crew the Black Pearl!" Will yells to the others, which is wrong (you only need 5 at most).
"Actually, you won't need everybody, 'bout 6 would do oh… dear," Leech calls from the other cage.
"Climb!" I hiss into the crew's ears before sticking my own legs through and beginning to climb with them.
Will taps my shoulder and nods toward the bridge.
"Bugger," I whisper.
"Stop, stop! Shh! Shh, stop!" Will whispers loudly, before pointing to the bridge where everyone can see a young cannibal walking across the bridge.
"Shhh!" Leech whispers before his group begins to climb again.
I go to move myself but Will puts his hand in front of me.
"Stop!" Will hisses and Leech smirks at me.
His hand reaches for the next vine, only it comes away from the cliff and he looks at it. I realise it's a snake before Leech and go to tell him, but he looks down into his hands and sees it before I can.
"Snake!" he screams, letting it go.
The other members of his group look to him, before screaming as well and letting go of the vines themselves. They scream again as their cage falls backward off the cliff, the rope that was attached to their cage, obviously having too much pressure on it, snapping. The crew are carried screaming down the chasm. Our group holds onto the vines for life and we all look up to the bridge, to see the cannibal looking to where the crew fell and then at us.
"Climb," I whisper into Will's ear.
"Move!" Will yells.
All of us begin tugging at the vines, pulling us closer and closer to the top. The young cannibal had run off after seeing us, but I'm not sure where to. Not sure if I care either. We keep going, each pull harder on our muscles. We manage to pull ourselves over the cliff edge and all of us take a breather. Angry yells come from over the side of the bridge. We all turn to look. There, running toward us, are around 80 cannibals.
"Damn!" I mutter.
"Find a rock, cut it loose," Will commands.
We all do so until a spear flies past us, landing where Marty's head had been between the cage bars.
"Roll the cage!" Will yells.
We do. The cage rolls freely down the island, causing each of us to see the world from two different perspectives: upside down or right way up. The cannibals chase after us, throwing spears or shooting arrows. The cage continues to roll, hitting rocks and bumps on the forest floor, until we roll up and stop. The cage drops and I look to see where we are. A coconut tree - a damn coconut tree has stopped us rolling! An arrow flies past us.
"Lift the cage!" Will orders. We do so.
"Aye, lift it like a ladies skirt!" Gibbs yells out to the whole crew.
"Gibbs," I growl.
"Lift it like a whore's skirt," Gibbs rephrases.
I glare; there is no changing them.
We continue to run with the cage, spears and such flying past. I look behind me and am suddenly falling. I don't want to be eaten! Why am I falling? My body hits cold water and I realise we fell into a hole full of water. Taking a well-deserved mouthful, I instantly spit it out; its sea water, which means we're at least near the sea. Will and Gibbs push the cage off us and I duck down under the gap. They quickly follow.
We look up once we hear cheers. The cannibals are all stood on the side and are waiting with spears poised and arrows loaded. One gives a cheer and they all start firing, ducking down beneath the water. The arrows skim through the water. I watch as an arrow just misses Marty and hiss as one just misses me. Coming up behind a larger piece of stone, the crew and I wait until we have a way to escape. A young boy runs up to who I presume is a leading figure for these animals and talks to him in their strange language. They look at us and then at each other, before running off.
"Jaz, you spat the water out. Why?" Gibbs asks me.
"It's sea water," I answer.
"Means the tide's running in with it. Dive down and see if you can find where it's coming from," Gibbs says.
"Since when did you become captains?" I ask.
They all look at me, before diving down under the surface. Instead of following, I begin to look for a way to scale the chasm. I find one, but the problem is that people would need a lift up to the rock before being able to make a way up the edge and over the top onto land. The crew pop back up and begin conferring with each other on what they found, which is nothing.
"So now whose plans non-existent?" I speak up. "Whilst you were showing off your swimming skills to one another, I was doing more significant work and finding a way out."
"What's your plan?" Will sighs.
"Scale the chasm wall. We get onto that ledge and climb the rest of the way. Once there is one person in the water, the person who was just boosted onto the ledge helps the person below up. Got it? Good. Now, someone boost me up," I say, taking control of my crew.
Will quickly places himself behind me and wraps his hands around my waist. I flinch slightly as his body rests on my back. He apologises into my ear and pushes me up, and I push my own body up, getting my hands on the ledge. Will lets go and my arms begin to shake as my weight rests firmly on them. Pushing myself up, I sit myself down and reach down to grab Marty's arm, heaving him up. He stays by my side as Cotton comes up next, then Gibbs, then Will and the other crew. Once we're all on the ledge, I begin to scale the side. The other crew members follow. We take a look around after we've all climbed up. We run toward the ocean which, from the sounds of things, is coming in, which is brilliant. It means we can get the Pearl away from this island quickly. We hit the beach and I realise the tide is further in than I imagined.
Looking up at my ship, I notice someone stood there, talking to another person below. Looking closer, I work out that it's Pintel and Ragetti, two of Barbossa's crew (and our old crew). Running, I jump and grab the rigging, pulling myself up. I collapse onto deck before standing, taking my coat from Pintel and my hat from Ragetti. Pulling myself together and walking to the helm, I begin to shout orders to my crew.
"Oi!" someone yells from the other side of the beach.
I turn, and there is Jack, running down the beach, and directly behind him are the cannibal tribe.
"Run, you bird! You've escaped the Navy faster than this!" I scream down the beach to him.
"Shut your trap, Jaz!" Jack shouts.
"If you can talk, you're not running fast enough!" I shout back. He glares at me but runs faster.
I pull the ship away from the beach and start battling my way against the incoming tide. I watch as Jack runs into the surf and grabs the rigging of the ship, climbing up a little.
"Alas, my children. This is the day you shall always remember as the day you almost-" Jack begins. I laugh as a wave washes over him, effectively soaking him and cutting off his sentence.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he finishes.
He climbs aboard and I pull out into the water, taking us away from the island. He turns and walks toward the helm.
"God, I missed you," he whispers into my neck, kissing me slightly while wrapping his hands around my waist.
"Jack," I whisper.
"Jack!" Will yells, effectively breaking our romantic moment.
"Hello, again whelp." Jack mumbles, not removing his arms from my waist.