I wake up to the sun glaring in my eyes, and my throat filled with water. I flip onto my stomach, coughing, trying to breathe.

I am laying on warm sand and a single crab stares at me not two feet away and Elizabeth leans against a palm tree, drenched to the bone.

"It's about time you woke up." Jack says, standing over me.

"What happened?" I ask, groggily, pulling myself up into a sitting position. Elizabeth is sitting on the sand a little farther up from the water.

"You hit your noggin." Jack replies, "What is it with me having to save both you girls from drowning?"

I smile, "Thank you Jack."

"Don't thank me, I have only condemned you to starvation on this little island."

I look out over the sea, the Black Pearl only a dot in the distance.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack says solemnly and I offer him a consoling smile.

"Well that's that." He says, turning around and heading into the forest.

Elizabeth and I exchange a glance before taking off after him.

"Why aren't you planning to get off the island?" I ask Jack once we've caught up.

"If you have a plan, enlighten me." Jack says, not even turning around.

"But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then." Elizabeth says.

Jack turns abruptly to face us, "To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."

I smirk at Jacks comment, "Who care about Will?" I say earning a glare from Elizabeth. But before she can start an argument I continue, "Right now, we have to take care of ourselves which includes not starving on this island which means we have to get off."

Jack takes a long look at me before swiveling around and continuing on his trek stopping at a random tree and knocking.

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow." Elizabeth states, "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? How did you escape last time?"

"Wait, how do you know all this?" I ask her.

She gives me an embarrassed smile, "You aren't the only person I rely on to get me pirate books."

My mouth drops open. She had knowledge about pirates that I didn't? No fair!

Jack looks straight at Elizabeth, ignoring our little side conversation, "Last time, I was here a grand total of three days, all right?" He knocks on another tree before jumping up and down like a madman. "Last time," He continues, opening what seems to be a door in the ground, revealing a secret cellar, "the rumrunners used this as a cache. Came by, ad I was able to barter a passage off." He climbs down into the cellar and picks out ha handful of rum bottles, "From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have you bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He climbs out of the cellar and closes the door after him.

"So that's it then?" Elizabeth says, "That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." He smiles, handing her one of the bottles and tossing me another before swaggeering down to the beach, picking up pieces of wood along the way.

I catch it and look at the dirty, dust incrusted bottle. It is looking much more inviting than it should to a governor's daughter. However, my mission was accomplished... somewhat. I had saved Elizabeth from the pirates and now had her where I could always see her. Sure, we were faced with one of the most painful deaths imaginable but at least no one was about to be sacrificed. Well, except for Will but at the moment, I couldn't care less what happens to him.

With a grin, I hold up the bottle of rum to my sister as a toast before following Jack down to the sand, leaving Elizabeth with her jaw to the ground.

The fire was as tall as a house and the stars littered night sky like there were a million to spare. The inky black ocean churned and tossed softly, small waves crashing onto the shore at regular intervals. The sound of the waves, the crackling of the fire and the whisper of wind through the trees harmonized with our singing.

It was beautiful. It felt beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I was content. Okay, maybe that was mainly due to the half-bottle of rum I had already consumed.

"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho!" Jack, Lizzie and I dance around the blazing bonfire, like the indians on the plains.

For a while at he beginning, Jack and I were the only ones having any fun but as the sun set, Lizzie came up to us and took a big swing of the rum bottle.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" We finish.

"I love this song!" Jack shouts into the wind, falling onto the sand, "Really bad eggs!"

"I love eggs!" I shout along with him. "Especially with toast and jam and butter and tea and that especially special sauce that cook makes!" I collapse beside him taking a large sip of rum, "And we're really bad eggs!" I sing before erupting in laughter.

"When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"

"While eating eggs!" I add giggling "And toast and jam and butter and tea and that especially special sauce that cook makes!"

"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main." Elizabeth says, joining us on the sand.

"Not just the Spanish Main, love." Jack corrects wistfully, "The entire ocean. The entire wo'ld. Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs. But what a ship is, what the Black Pearl is, is freedom."

I stare at Jack, entranced by his words, imagining all the freedom of the world, in only a single ship.

"I want that ship." I mutter into the darkness to myself.

"Jack," Elizabeth says, leaning into him, "It must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island."

Jack looks down at Elizabeth's head, taken aback. "Oh, yes." He gingerly puts his arm around her shoulders. "But the company is infinitely better than last time, I think. The scenery has definitely improved."

Elizabeth bristles slightly at the gesture and, holding back a chuckle, I give Jack a thumbs up. Between him and Will, he would definitely be the better brother-in-law, at least in my opinion.

Elizabeth abruptly sits up, "Mr. Sparrow, I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

"I know exactly what you mean, love." Jack replies sultrily, curling his moustache.

Looking a tad flustered, Elizabeth holds out her bottle, "To freedom."

I hold out my bottle, "To eggs!"

"To the Black Pearl." Jack finishes before we chug the rest of our rum down, falling back into the sand, letting the darkness wash over us and wrap us in its forgetting grip.

I wake up to a splitting headache and smoke stinging my eyes. I rub my scorching eyes and sit up, looking around to the source of the smoke.

A little into the forest, is Elizabeth, wide awake, throwing the crates of rum onto a large, imposing fire which is also slowly consuming the trees.

I jump to my feet. "What are you doing?" I shout to Elizabeth, running towards. I cringe as she throws another crate, and the shattering of the bottles is heard.

"What are you doing?" I ask again, reaching her, "You're throwing away all the rum! Why are you throwing away all the rum? That was my best night ever!"

"No," Elizabeth counters, fury in her yes, "That was your most ridiculous, sinful, night ever. Luckily for you, I haven't decided yet if I will be telling Father or not."

"I doubt he will care after he hears of all the other things I've done."

Elizabeth's eyes widen, "I don't want to hear it." She states and picks up another crate. I grab it before she gets the chance to throw it.

"Let go." She orders pulling it towards her.

My grip holds fast, "No. Give it to me."

"No!" A runninng and shouting Jack shocks me and Elizabeth manages to wrench it out of my grip before putting it in the fire.

"Not good!" Jack cries, "Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

"Yes, the rum is gone." Elizabeth confirms.

"Why is the rum gone?"

"My question exactly!" I agree crossing my arms.

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men, and women, into complete scoundrels." She explains, giving me a withering look, "Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for Anna and I."

"No." I interrupt, "They are not. Father thinks I am staying with friends." I explain with an embarrassed grin.

Elizabeth rolls her eyes, "Why am I not surprised? As I was saying the entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"

Jack looks confused and flabbergasted, "But why is the rum gone?"

"Elizabeth sits on the ground and stares out to he horizon, "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it an hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."

My fury is now beyond control. I lunge at her. "You just condemned us to a weeks of pain and agony!" I scream, trying to get on top of her.

"I save our lives!" She counters, grabbing onto my arms and twisting herself on top of me.

"You know nothing of navigation or the sea!" I shout, "You have no idea if this 'plan' of yours will even work!" I kick her legs out from under her and she lands on the sand, her breathe knocked out of her.

"I know more than you do!"

Suddenly, the pain in my head and the sickness to my stomach is too much and I flip onto my stomach, retching up all the food and rum from the past day.

"You held on to it longer than I expected." Jack says with a hint of pride, "I'll make a pirate out of you yet."

I give him a distorted smile.

With a final glare, Elizabeth sits up and turns into the same position she was in before the fight. "You will do no such thing." She orders, "You will more likely rot in prison until your execution."

Jack takes out his pistol and aims it at the back of her head. Too weak to stop him, I just groan.

Thankfully, he thinks better of it and puts it back in his belt, before stalking off down the beach.

I crawl to the nearest tree and lean back against it. A few minutes of silence pass.

"How did you get here?" Elizabeth asks, still staring out into the sea.

"I walked the plank." I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know what I mean." Lizzie replies.

With a deep breathe, I tell her my story. From the coming out ball, to deciding to try to find her with Greaves and Thomas, to finding Jack in Tortuga, to Greaves' death and Thomas' abandonment. To making it to Isla de Muerta to the fight between the Black Pearl and the Interceptor.

Lizzie listens quietly. Not a single interruption until the story ends.

"So, Frederick Barrington was actually Thomas Calder?" She says once I finish the story telling.

"Yes."

"And you love him?"

I blush slightly at this question, "Yes."

"You have to find him."

"I know."

"Lizzie!" I shout suddenly even though she is only a few feet away, "Your plan worked!"

Just around the curve of the island, a little rowboat appears, the Royal Navy uniforms apparent. We have been saved!