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       THE BLACK PEARL LIES at anchor, close to the small island. Jack's crew gave Barbossa an incredulous stare, seemed to suspect what Captain Barbossa is up to.

       I took a deep breath. Just calm down. You know what will going to happen. Just hope you'll be alright next. I know they are fictional actual people and I cannot trust any of them, including Jack. Just remember, these people are dangerous.

       Barbossa considered Will's terms, "You have my word, as a gentleman of fortune—"

       "Then," Will frowns, "...I will remain with you."

       "Will—" Elizabeth hollered, "You can't trust him."

       Will remains his eyes to Barbossa, "You must swear by the Holy Bible."

       "Eh? You have my word, then — on the Good Book, I do swear, and the Lord spare my worthless soul." Barbossa crosses himself, as do many of his men. Will lowers his gun and steps downs. The pirates surround him and snatch away the pistol.

       Barbossa looks out to the sea, toward the islet. "Hah. Look there. That's the very same island we made Jack governor of on our last trip. When you sail the open sea as long as I, you learn to trust the signs fate sends your way."

       Barbossa turns and moves closer to us, "As we can see, two peers within two names what we've encountered here, gents." The pirates laughed. "Right for this particular moment."

       I furrowed my brows, looked bewildered. They all looked at me along Jack's crew. I began to wonder. It astonish me. Jack looked at me, wondering too.

       ...And what's all the stare again? I thought, terrified. What did I do?

       "You," Barbossa pointed at me.

       ...Me??

       "Have at her lads!"

       What? What did I do?

       The pirates rush to comply. I shoved back at them but there's no use. Suddenly, Pintel suggested. "You know, maybe it's best not to kill her. She may be perfect to be our bawd."

       "What? —Kill me?" I widened my eyes, horrified.

       Barbossa remain his eyes to me, "...Jack Sparrow, (Y/N) (L/N) ...I'm a man of my word and you're to be set free, right quick. Well, I'll keeping Elizabeth. Those as know me know I wouldn't cross my word, and bring down bad luck on the ship." Barbossa commanded his crew, "Men, break out the plank!"

       I baffled. What? What is going on?

       "Ladies first?" Barbossa pointed me the way. The pirates goes up cheered. I shook my head in disbelief. Inquisitive. My mind flashed in confusion. Why did they taking off me?! Not Elizabeth??

       Meanwhile, some voices diverts my attention — mumbling behind by mentioning the same name I heard earlier. "She's (L/N)?" "....The East In—"

       " — She's not a pirate?" Suddenly, Will mumbled out, wondering. He overhears what the crew is talking about.

       I wondered. I looked around towards them but suddenly the pirates prodded me to the edge of the plank by a bunch of sword wielding towards me. Jack is next in line. Will realizes what Barbossa intends to do. Will shakes loose of the pirates holding him, spits out his gag. "Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!"

       I was completely terrified and surprised. Alhough, I don't want to get involve with this! I just wanted to go home!

       " —Don't dare impugn me honor, boy! I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when nor where!"

       I shook my head. I found Will's eyes feeling regretted, "...Miss (Y/N), I'm terribly sorry."

       The pirate places a gag across his and Elizabeth's mouth. Barbossa grinned, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don’t it lads?"

       I went silent and hesitated, feels the slightest hope of reprieve. Although, my aching back and my shoulders felt sore by their vicious nails grasped towards me.

       "My apologize, miss (L/N), but I'd give my arm for a chance to an old fellow mutineer." Barbossa turns back to me, "Now, you dare to ask whose Thomas (L/N). But first, tell him what became of my schooner for his dire company?"

       I have no idea what he's talking about. It perplexed me. What the heck is he talking about? Who's Thomas? What schooner?

       "...Captain Barbossa. I swear I didn't know him. I'm sorry..." I claimed but I got no chance. But then I remember, realize and thought that maybe because of my attire. For pete's sake, I am wearing a Navy attire that I found it on the Interceptor. They must've thought of it... "And I'm NOT Navy, Captain! I swear! I just found it! I—"

       And of course, Barbossa didn't buy it at all. But my God, why the heck did I wear this damn clothes?

       " —GO ON! WALK THE PLANK!" The pirates chafed out.

       I don't have a choice so I stoically moved closer to the edge, repeatedly looking over my shoulder to them. I really don't want to get involve with this. I really have no idea what he's talking about. This is my circumstances, for nothing that I could have done would have made a difference. I can't do it. I'm in the movie and I'm not even supposed to be here...

       ...And why the heck did they taking me off here instead of Elizabeth?

       " —Too long!" Suddenly, a pirate slams down on the end of the plank, causing to wobble. I screamed. It felt my heart sink as it plunges me off into the sea.

       I starts swimming up for the surface. I look up and spots Jack at the edge of the plank. Jack's pistol and sword tosses into the sea then he dives in after it, further down into the depths.

       I kept looking around. I started sinking and floundering. I could still hear the pirates cheering at themselves in victory. I look up to the Black Pearl while struggling to stay afloat.

       Again, I took a deep breath, Okay, just calm down...

       Suddenly, something breaks the surface. I look around. And then, finally Jack appears on the surface, sucking in air.

       I quickly swims toward him. It annoys me as I kept sinking down, but thankfully Jack put his arm towards my waist, letting me to hold on his shoulder. I'm about to take his sword to untie his bonds. "We need to head for the reef."

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      A wave pounds the sand, washes back. Finally, Jack and I have made it to the islet. Jack head his eyes to the sea: The Black Pearl, under full sail, but listing badly to one side and already underway. "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."

      "This is so wrong..." I shook my head, horrified.

      Jack looked at me, wordless. We never said a word after. Looked bewildered. I took off my coat and tossed it to the sand. My mind flashed in confusion. I'm all perplexed. I proceed walking towards the surf line.

       I took a deep breath over the fresh air running towards me. I really wanted to calm and rest but something really astonished me and felt me inquisitive. Too many questions flashes to my mind like Why am I doing here? Why I'm here with Jack? I am literally with Jack Sparrow in this small island INSTEAD OF ELIZABETH! I'm NOT supposed to be here. Never were. He was supposed to be with Elizabeth, not me! This is so wrong. This can't be happening.

       —THAT'S IT! What I really had expected before to see it's possible. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I ruined the entire plot of the film. On this point, the story is changing and it's all my fault.

       Now I had realized, I failed my quest. I don't have the painting. I haven't found it. I can't get back home... but how can I be so sure the painting would take me home? I'm out of myself. But I really must go back there to Isla De Muerta.

       Suddenly, my right palm twinges. I hissed, reliving the memory while caressing my hand. It's all worser since I went to the salt sea. The blood stained the cloth bandage. I wrapped it around my hand again, holding the pain.

       I kept walking, leaving prints ...until I meet up with matching footprints I made earlier, going in the same direction. I realized I have walked all the way around the island. I really out of my mind.

       "It's really not all that big, is it?" Jack reclines on the beach. He has dismantled his pistol; the parts, ball and powder drying on his scarf. His boots dangled into the wood from the ground sand.

       "Has it changed since the last time you were here?" I asked, looking around the place.

       "The trees are taller." Jack checks to see if the pistol parts are dry; they are. He sets about re-assembling and loading his pistol.

       "I hope you have no intention of using that." I said.

       "Not yet. Ask me again in a few weeks."

       I felt inclined. "Then if you going to shoot me, please do so without delay."

       Jack stopped and wondered, "...Is there a problem between us, Miss (Y/N)?"

       "...No." I went silent.

       Jack studied me, noticed something. "Well, have you found your painting then?"

       That... I sighed, "Yes and that's a problem."

       I reclines down the sand, silently. I shook my head. "Captain Sparrow, we really have to get off this island."

       "Don't be thinking I'm not already working on it, love." He said.

       "You were going to tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship." I claimed.

       "We could use a ship." He looked annoyed, "The fact is, I was going to NOT tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship, because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with —  which now no one has, thanks to bloody stupid Will."

       I nodded, "Oh." Well, I knew that.

       "Oh." He mocked at me. I didn't like that sound.

       "That's sad," I faced down, "but he still risked his life to save ours."

       " —Ha!" Jack has finished putting his pistol back together. He shoves it in his belt, heads inland.

       "What? But he had helped us! We have to do something to rescue them too!" I exclaimed.

       Jack whooped sarcastically, "Off you go, then. Let me know how that turns out."

       I stood there. I shook my head. How I wished I could tell him about these things but I can't. I know how this story goes, mister.

       "I can't stay here, Jack." I begged. Jack kept walking forward. He climbs up toward a clump of palm trees. Now, I just stood there, doubting if I must steal Miss Swann's lines at this moment. But, maybe not. I know that Jack's story is a waste fibber about how he got off this island.

       "Well, the Black Pearl is gone. And unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice... (a glance) ...unlikely — young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him, along with his bony lass." Jack turns, spots a tree, walks up next to it. Using the tree as a starting point, he begins pacing off the ground.

       I went silent, both hands are folded, watching him ridiculously hopping into the ground. But then I quickly grab the handle and lift it up. Now it has opened.

       Jack looked embarrassed. He heaves the trap door up and over, revealing a pit. Inside are barrels and bottles of rum. All covered with dust and cobwebs, long abandoned. He grabs some bottles and makes his way out of the pit.

       "So, that's how the tale goes." I remarked. "Your grand adventures. You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum."

       He didn't seem to care, just widen his arms, "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."

       Jack headed on. I followed him, walking back towards the shore. "So," I stood there infront of him. "...Is there any truth to the other stories?"

      "Truth?" Jack pulls up his sleeves, revealing his pirate brand and sparrow tattoo. It surprised me. I haven't seen this scene before but there I witnessed it. I felt deep pity for him. He has scars all over his arms and chest. His skin blasting healed over in pink scars and revealing two darkened burns inside of his shirt. What happened to him?

       "No truth at all!" He continues, reclines on the grpund. We can stay alive a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships, and our chances are fair."

       "A month?" I asked in disbelief. "I can't wait that long."

       Jack didn't reply. I walked forward into the shore, settling down, feeling a bit downcast at myself. And then it occurred me. I dug into my coat and grabbed the journal; it has soaked. I re-read my sketches and was utterly perplexed. This is it. I don't know what to do. I really don't have a choice. What am I suppose to do here? I'm not supposed to be here.

       Apparently, I'm utterly confused. Why am I still here? I really don't ask for this. There's no point. I have too many questions. There are lot of mysteries has going on. Jack just revealed his scars and I don't know what it means yet. I just can't think right today. What the heck is going on? I really have no idea what Barbossa had said earlier.

       What schooner does Barbossa meant that Thomas had done for his dire company? What schooner? What company? Who the heck is Thomas (L/N)?

       He's (L/N)? I HAVE A RELATIVE HERE? IS IT WHY THE PAINTING BROUGHT ME HERE BECAUSE I HAVE A RELATIVE HERE? Well, maybe we just have the same last name — that will make sense. I don't even know who Thomas is. Is this man's blood also needed to be repaid? God, I have too many questions.

       This makes worser and worser. The story goes changing and ever — I didn't even asked for. Too many questions that no one can answer. There are many strange happenings to me — and I still didn't even know why grandfather's painting is magic that it draws you into historical event or shall I say into the FREAKING MOVIE? It doesn't make any sense. It's mere impossible.

       Suddenly, Jack appears and reclines behind me. We settles down next eachother.

       "You should look at our contretemps this way, love. We've got shade trees. We've got some food on the trees. And we've got rum." He hoists the bottle, "Here's luck to you, Will Turner."

       We sit in silence for a bit. I have too many things to think. It's all complicated and too many mysteries. It's not easy that way. "...I just wanted to go home, Jack." I claimed. "God knows, I'm only here to get my painting back. I only wanted to go home. How'd this go all screwy?"

       "Terrible temptations?" He asked.

       I gave Jack a sidelong glance. It occured me something. I slipped the note from the journal and gave it to him.

       "What is it?" He took a glance and read it. That 'Don't forget. Don't lose that painting' note.

       "It is a require." I began, "My grandfather wrote me to keep the painting. But I failed. Now, I don't know what to do. I'm marooned here. It's hopeless."

       I looked down. How I wished to tell Jack about this and I still can't. But at least, I know how this story goes. In a slight of reprieve, I really hope we could survive this.

       "You jeopardize yourself by your own grandfather." He remarked.

       I frowned but then I realized. Jack's right. Although, this is my grandfather's doing. He knew the painting is magic and he didn't tell me, or maybe he didn't though. Possibly, he didn't know after all. But this is really complicated. I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. He's enigmatic."

       Jack drinks again, defiantly returns at my glare gaze. He looked uncertain. "Well, don't be thinking I'm happy about this, Miss (L/N). But I see no use in wailing and gnashing my teeth over that which I can do nothing about."

       I studied his bottle, "Not when you can drink instead, at least."

       "Try it." Jack handed the bottle to me, "It goes down rough, but it goes down — and the second swig goes down easier."

       I frowns at the bottle. Reliving the memory I had since in Tortuga. Comes to a decision. I considers. I unseals the bottle, take a sip until I cough a bit. Just give it a try.

       We sit in silence for a bit. I studies my bottle, gives Jack a sidelong glance. Actually, did it occur to me I might actually enjoy spending time with him? Most girls, most people, would leap for a chance to get close to him while I'm here complaining everything. I'm really out of mind.

       Suddenly, an idea occurs. I let out the words under my breath.

       I took a sip again, "Drink up me hearties, yo ho..."

       " —What? What was that?" Suddenly, he looked astonished. I smiled. "Something funny, Miss (L/N)? Share, please."

       "Nothing ...it's nothing. Just ...I'm reminded of a song I heard as a child. A song about pirates."

       Jack seemed relished. "I know a lot of songs about pirates, but none I'd teach a child. Let's hear it."

       "Oh, no ...it's silly and I forgot the words." I shook my head. "Back in home we didn't know a thing about pirates, really —except for my grandfather. They seemed so romantic and daring."

       "Have at it." Jack looked excited.

       I felt surprised, "...I didn't know you liked music."

       "Come on. We've got the time. Let's have it!"

       "...No." I studied my bottle again. "I'd have to have a lot more to drink."

       I looked to him. He was smiling. "...How much more?"

       "Right." I stood up. "After we'd build a fire, captain. The night is almost draw."

       Jack followed me and and headed to the trees. He looked into the skies, "Fair enough."

       Jack heaves the trap door up and over again. He tosses some bottles at me and makes his way out of the pit. We walked back towards the shore. Both of us carried some woods and gathered it on the ground. Suddenly, I slipped my hand. My injured palm starts stinging again.

       I hissed, trying to tie a bandage around the cut in my palm again. Jack sees my frustration, letting him take over the task. He begins to gently wrap my hand. I gazes into his eyes levelly, but can't quite bring myself to say what I am thinking. "Thank you."

       "Now I must hear this song." He began, "An authentic pirate song."

       I winced. "Well, perhaps ...with a bit more to drink, I might..."

       " —More to drink!" He gathers two more bottles, tosses one to me. I dropped myhalf-finished bottle to catch it. I opens it, takes a sip. "I forgotten the lyrics."

       "Well?" He grinned, rising his bottle. "Improvise!"

       I smiled. Alright, then. I'll try. I clear my throat. I really have no idea what I'm doing  but I begins to sing self-consciously, becoming stronger as I goes on:

       We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, we loot,

       Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

       We kidnap and ravage and we don't give a hoot,

       Drink up me hearties, yo ho—

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       .......

       We're devils, we're black sheep,

       We're really bad eggs,

       Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

       Yo ho! yo ho! A pirate's life for me!

       "...I LOVE this song!" Jack breathed out of happiness. I kept laughing.

       A huge fire blazes between us. Jack and I bottles in hand, are roaring drunk around the fire in the middle of the night. Arm in arm, singing the song all the way up to the stars.

       "REALLY BAD EGGS!"
 

    
       A very drunk Jack stumbled and fell on the beach. He pulled me down and fell next to him. I laughed. "You know what Captain Sparrow? When I get home, I'm going to watch all your movies especially this Pirates Of The Caribbean everyday and night!"

       "Hmm! I cannot discern what's a movies, love?"

       "It's alright. You'll know it when you're older."

       "Me?" He grinned, "When I get the Pearl back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"

       "And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main."

       "Not just the Spanish Main, love. The entire ocean The entire world! Wherever we want to go, we 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." His deep brown eyes took on a faraway look. "...but what a ship is — what the Black Pearl really is ...is freedom."

       I stared at him, snuggled and lied my head on his shoulder. "Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island."

       "Ah, yes." He paused. "But the company is infinitely better than last time, and the scenery has definitely improved."

       I stares at him again, mesmerized by his eyes. But then I moves away, reacts to Jack's hand suddenly on my shoulder. "Mr. Sparrow. I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

       "I know exactly what you mean, love." Jack smiles back, sprucing himself up with a twist of the moustache. I raises my almost empty bottle. "To freedom!"

       He leaned back and gazed at my bottle, "To the Black Pearl!"

       I clinked my bottle to his, feigned a drink. Before he took a swig into his rum, I stopped him and took away his bottle. "Wait a moment, Mr. Sparrow! There is one story in particular I really must authenticate, or maybe more. May I ask you something?"

       "What is it, love?" He looked at me with potted look.

       "Can you tell? Have you any idea who's Thomas (L/N)?"

       Jack looked at me wondering until he widen his eyes. "OH! Aye! Just have got me remembered, Miss (L/N)! Thomas (L/N), known as Thomas Faye. I believe he's still have serve in the vile company. No. I've never heard if him."

       "...In what company you say?" I asked, all interested.

       "That ruthless trader ...tyrants, of course. With trading voyages guaranteed by English merchants hoping to profit from minerals in the entire world." He finally took his bottle from me and swig into his rum." Still never heard 'em. How could you not heard of 'em?"

       Trader tyrants? It astonished me. I widened my eyes. "You meant the East India Trading Company? Who eradicate piracy on the Seven Seas and monopolizes them completely by assuming control of Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman? You worked there for years, I believe. —Wait, Barbossa said about his schooner. So, the schooner meant a ship. This company took Barbossa's ship. Am I right, Jack?"
      
 

       I pondered, looked uncertain. Despite the fact that name still never rings any bell. I still have no idea who he is. Thomas Faye? I really don't know. I definitely need to watch the movie again. I am so lost.

       Though, I have still many questions but I'm all exhausted. I think I needed to rest. Jack is now lying on the ground, passed out. I lied down next to him. I really glad we're having some fun in this drenched evening. I really need this — in spite of those happenings, problems and complications. I guess I should be glad enough to fall asleep now.

       Considering this situations, it's not about finding the painting, it's about lifting the curse, saving Will and Elizabeth, retrieving the Black Pearl for Jack Sparrow and most importantly, knowing the truth.

       There are still many things to happen next. I really have to endure in this particular events.

       ...Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

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