~~When we get to shore, Jack says, "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."
Jack starts walking away and Elizabeth and I follow.
"But you were marooned on this island before weren't you?! So we can escape in the same way you did then!" Elizabeth says.
"To what point and purpose love? The Black Pearl is gone. 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," Jack says. I roll my eyes.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow!" Elizabeth says as Jack takes very large steps away, "You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked the south port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
"Last time I was here a grand total of three days, alright?" Jack says as he opens a hatch hidden in the sand, "Last time, the rum runners used this island as a cash. They came by and I was able to batter passage off. By the looks of things they've long been out of business. You probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that."
"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?" Elizabeth asks, "You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum?"
"Welcome to the Caribbean love," Jack says as he hands each of us a bottle.
A few hours later, all three of us are dancing and singing around a fire. All three of us drunk beyond words.
"YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!!!" we all sing.
"I love this song!!" Jack yells, "REALLY BAD EGGS!!! When I get the Pearl back, I'm gunna teach it to the whole crew and we'll sing it all the time!"
"And you will positively be the most fearsome pirate in the whole Spanish Main," I say dramatically.
"Not just the Spanish Main love. The entire ocean," Jack slurs, "The entire world. Wherever we want to go. That's what a ship is love. It's my just keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship means. But what a ship is, the Black Pearl really is, is freedom."
"Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island," Elizabeth says just before she passes out.
"Oh yes, but the company is tremendously better than last time I think. And the scenery has definitely improved," he slurs without noticing thy Elizabeth is gone for the taking.
"I'm not entirely sure I've had enough run to allow that kind of talk," I slur.
"I know exactly what you mean love," Jack says before his lips smash into mine.
If you know what I mean, you should know where that went.
Elizabeth wakes me up the following morning and I hurry and get dressed.
I don't even remember what happened after we were singing!
"They're all looking for us. We need a signal," she says.
"I have an idea!" I say.
A few hours later, we have a fire going and we're throwing barrels into it.
"No!" Jack yells when he wakes up, "Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing?! You burned all the food, shade, the rum!"
"Yes, the rum is gone," Elizabeth says.
"Why is the rum gone?!" Jack yells at us.
"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for us. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?!" I yell at him completely pissed of at him for last night.
"But why is the rum gone?" he asks.
"Just wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two keep a whether eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon," Elizabeth says planting herself in the sand.
I sit next to her and fall back asleep.
"Time to go," Elizabeth says when she wakes me up.
When we get on board, her and her father argue about saving Will.
"But we've got to save Will!" she argues.
"No, you're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately. Not go galavanting after pirates," he says.
"Then we condemn him to death," I jump in.
"The boys fate is regrettable but then so is his decision to engage in piracy," he says.
"To rescue me! To prevent anything from happening to me," she argues.
"If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion, the Pearl was listing nearly scabbers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it," Jack says, "The Black Pearl, the last real pirate threat in the Caribbean mate."
I don't listen to the rest if the conversation, but Jack says something about a wedding. Oh god...