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'Do you really think he'll get out of this alive?' Lawrence asked Mr. Gibbs.

The Pearl was safely hidden behind a reef near a Turkish prison; Jack had just left the crew on board in order to infiltrate this penitential facility and get whatever it he was looking for.

Usually, Lawrence would have followed him, but this was clearly a suicide mission, so she respected her captain's orders and waited for his return on the ship.

'Yeah, he'll make it through' said Gibbs. 'Jack is the most resourceful man I've ever had the pleasure to meet!'

'And if he doesn't?' she said, wishing she could be as confident as he was.

'Then we'll leave; but first, we wait for him for a couple of days.'

On the second night, Jack was still out there; Lawrence was sitting on the stairs, worrying, and watching a drunken Mr. Gibbs singing a song about a dead man's chest. It was raining, and crows were flying overhead, but she didn't care; she still waited for Jack's arrival.

After a while, she heard Marty cry that their Captain was coming back. 'At last!' she thought. She saw Gibbs hauling him up and throwing away with disgust the bones of a leg that once belonged to a man.

'Not quite according to plan…'
'Complications arose, ensued, were overcome' Jack said.
'You got what you went in for, then?'

Jack showed them a rolled up piece of cloth.

Lawrence internally cursed him; they had crossed a whole ocean and one sea from part to part just for a piece of cloth!
'Captain… I think the crew, meaning me, as well, were expecting something a bit more... shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shapes, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it' ventured Gibbs.
'And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic!' said someone else.

'And the hurricane!' Marty added.
'All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating' Gibbs continued.
'Shiny?' Jack asked.
'Aye, shiny.'
'Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?'

To this, Cotton's parrot suggested that Jack walked the plank; which led Jack to threaten it with his pistol.

'What did the bird say?!'
'Do not blame the bird. Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there.' As Jack was ready to show them, the monkey, also named Jack, stole it from his hands, leading to more fireshots.

'It's a key!' Marty exclaimed with the cloth in his hands.
'No, much more better!'Jack said, taking it from him. 'It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, what do keys do?'
'Keys... unlock things?'
'And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks' tried Gibbs, unsure.
'No. We don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it.'
'So, we're going after this key!'
'You're not making any sense at all. Any more questions?'

Lawrence rolled her eyes; she was baffled by the poor deducing skills of those pirates and how much Jack did his best to obscure any word he said.
'So... Do we have a heading?' Marty finally asked.
'Ah! A heading.' Jack took out his compass and waved his finger from East to West to North to South. 'Set sail in a... general... that way direction!' he said before giving some orders and going to his quarters.
'Setting sail without knowing his own heading, something's got Jack vexed. You mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for us all…' Lawrence heard Gibbs say. Whatever Jack was doing, it looked rather strange indeed. 'First our sudden departure from Nassau, then the Turkish prison plan; and now the drawing of an usual key that opens god knows what. Oh Jack, it's better be good…'

'On deck all hands! Make faster, gasket! On deck! Scurry, Scurry on! Move it, move it! I want movement!' shouted Jack one evening while most of the crew was asleep. Lawrence woke up with a start at the sound of such commotion and went out of her quarters to see what it was all about.
'I want plenty of running. Run as if the devil himself and itself was upon us!'

'Jack, what is the matter?' she asked, fearing increasing within her.
'Do we have a heading?' Gibbs asked, as startled as the rest of the crew. As Jack kept running away, Gibbs was following him closely.
'Land!'
'Which port?'
'I didn't say port. I said land, any land.'

'Something is definitely up. Why is Jack so afraid suddenly? What is happening, what has he done now? Oh God, he doesn't even want us to pick up his hat that's fallen off. Now I'm really worried!'
'Jack! For the love of Mother and Child, Jack, what's coming after us?' said Gibbs, still pursing their flaling captain.
'Nothing…'
'Jack, you've got to tell us, what's going on?' Lawrence interfered, hoping to get some answers as well.

'I said nothing. We need to go on land; quickly!'

The Pearl eventually landed on an island that looked really peaceful; 'the kind of island you want to stay for a while and get away from the troubles of piracy' Lawrence thought.

'Alright! Everybody, don't stray; we'll find out whatever treasures this island has for us but together, I don't want anybody going anywhere without me, is that understood?'

'Aye, Captain' said the crew almost at the same time.

'Good, now… Oh, look, we've got company! Hello!' he waved at a group of people that couldn't be seen in the distance.

'Jack, I don't think that's a good idea to attract attention in an unknown place… What if those people were cannibals?' Lawrence said, pulling down his arm and watching with suspicion the silhouettes becoming closer and closer.

'Ah, cannibals! Your feminine imagination needs to rest for a bit and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere that surrounds us and… what is it that they're doing? That doesn't look so friendly…'

'Oi! Captain, I think I've been pricked by something that I can't see, I've-' Gibbs stumbled then fell to the ground. 'I can't move my legs!'

'Captain! Captain!' Everyone was falling to the ground, including Lawrence.

'Jack!' she shouted, 'Our limbs are numb; we can't move!'

Jack had miraculously missed all the poisonous darts; he looked at his crew, contrite and desperate.

'Sorry… Hello, friends!' he said to the new comers. They were looking rather odd, with paintings all over their body and bones in their hair and their nose.

'You, speak… speaking… talk… English? No? I… You… friends!'

When he saw he had gotten no response but a few looks exchanged between them, he opted for another option.

'Blarga la ké ouri!'

The strange-looking men lowered their blow tubes and looked at him with intensity, as if they were expecting him to say something else.

'Blarga la ké ouri! Chop !' Jack said more firmly, standing tall and showing the forest with his head.

The men started saying strange words as well and looked at him with what looked like admiration. Then, they went to each member of the crew and tied their lefts hands to a couple of long hollow trunks some of them have gathered before attacking Lawrence and her fellow pirates. They couldn't move to defend themselves or escape, though as time went by, the poison started to wear off.

'What did you say to them?!' Lawrence shouted angrily

'No idea… Oh there, what are you doing now?' Jack said as three men were pushing him inside the forest.

'Jack, you must stop this!'

'I wish I could, sweet heart, but I don't know what to-' And he was gone.

The other indigenous people pushed the crew into the forest as well, guiding them by pulling on the trunks.

'We must do something, we can't be captive without a fight… But we're too weak at the moment to attempt anything…'

'Gibbs!' she whispered in her neighbour's ear. 'Give me your flask!'

'My what? What do you need my-'

'Now, please…' she hissed. When he handed it to her, she managed with a bit of difficulty to tie it to a slim cord she had in her pocket; then she let it hang as discreetly as possible on a branch and made a track with the cord.

When they arrived in the clearing, which was in fact a village, the prisoners were all sent to square cages made of wood, except for Jack who was led to hut. When he finally got out, all the villagers bowed down to him and looked at him with veneration; he was wearing a very strange hat, with feathers and snake skins, and his face with covered with paint. He was still conversing with them by inventing words; and the worst was that he didn't even know himself what he was saying.

At one point, their abductors took care of their captives one by one by tying up their hands and leading them to the other side of a suspended bridge. When it was Lawrence's turn, the strange-looking men looked at themselves with wide eyes and touched her golden hair with the tip of their fingers. They said a few words then locked her up alone in the cage; she wasn't to follow her friends wherever they were going. She did her best to keep her calm demeanour; panic wouldn't solve anything; however, when the men seized the last man that remained in another cage and started to strip him off his clothes in front of everybody, she started to panic.

'Oh Lord, what is that about now? What is happening?'

They led him to the centre of the place, in front of the throne on which Jack was seated and guarded, and in the quick flick of a knife, opened up his chest to seize… his heart.

'Jack!' Lawrence shouted. 'Jack what's going on? You have to stop this. Jack!'

Jack looked petrified; he tried to rise from his seat by his guards made him sit down again.

A short man with white paint over his belly, put the heart in a shiny plate and placed it at Jack's feet while others proceeded to cut his others vital organs and eat them raw, sharing between them according to their degree of importance in the tribe.

The other parts of the body of the poor victim were then cut out and given to the villagers who brought their pieces to their homes. Blood and pieces of entrails covered the ground, but not a bone of the poor man was left to be seen.

There were no words to describe how disgusted and horrified Jack and Lawrence were; although Jack had the advantage of not being in a cage.

'I told Jack they would be cannibals, I knew it… Am I their next meal? Why am I not with the others? And where are they? What sort of sacrifice will they be facing? Oh Jack, why did you lead us here…'

Lawrence felt desperate, she feared for her own life and the lives of her friends, especially since they couldn't converse with their abductors and Jack didn't know what he was saying.

Day after day, a new sacrifice was made in honour of Jack, who was apparently considered as a powerful deity; Lawrence was relieved that none of her closest friends on board of the Pearl were among the victims, but still, she knew those men who were being eaten by those cannibals. Fortunately for her, they didn't leave her to starve for days in the cage, nor gave her pieces of human flesh, but in fact fruits. She understood by how they acted around her that she was being treated differently because she was a woman and apparently because of the colour of her hair; they thought she was the daughter of the Sun and thus would be the best sacrifice to this all mighty deity.