Deep water {willxjack }

nine

A/N

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Third person pov

Elizabeth stands near the edge of a plank that extends past the ship and over the shallow, bluish-green waters of the Caribbean, a lone strip of land looms in the distance ahead of her.

"Barbossa!" Will yells as he struggles to break free from the grasp of at least five pirates, "you lying bastard! You swore they'd go free!"

"Don't dare impune my honour, boy! I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where!" Barbossa says with a bark of harsh laughter.

Will is gagged and Barbossa turns to Elizabeth, "though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?"

His crew agrees but not in the same enthusiastic manner as they used to. Evidently, Jack's words must've been to some effect.

"I'll be having that dress back, now," Barbossa says with a sadistic grin.

Elizabeth strips off the dress and walks a bit further before pausing and looking over at Will, a last wish that he'd be okay, before someone shakes the plank and she falls into the water with a small scream.

Will's heart sinks as the crew drag Jack to the plank, pausing in front of Barbossa.

"Did you notice that that be the same bit of land that we'd stranded you on before?" Barbossa asks, feigning interest, before he draws his sword and forces Jack onto the plank.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot in it!" Jack says, at the last minute.

"By the powers you're right!" Barbossa agrees, "where be Jack's pistol?"

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols," Jack asks, hoping that his luck hadn't run out.

"It'll be one pistol, as before. And you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself," Barbossa snarls, before throwing Jack's scabbard and holster into the sea.

Jack glances at Will briefly, conveying his thoughts to the lad through his eyes, before diving off the plank after his pistol.

Elizabeth is already on the shore when he gets there, turning to watch Barbossa sail away with Will and the Pearl.

"If you were marooned on this island before, then we can escape the same way that you did all those years ago!" Elizabeth remarks hopefully.

"That remains to be seen. Last time I hitched a ride with a few rum runners, but if my intuition is correct, I don't think they've been to this island," Jack says with a sigh, "if I find their cellar, I'll be able to figure it out."

Elizabeth nods, a bit disheartened but follows Jack nonetheless. He seems to get lost but then falls right through the ground at her feet, and into a dark hole that stinks of rum.

"As I thought, they haven't been here, since around the time that I was, probably thanks to your friend, Norrington" he says with a sigh, before grabbing two bottles and walking out, offering Elizabeth one.

She declines it but follows him once more to the beach, where they watch as the Pearl slowly fades into the horizon.

Jack drinks, mostly to soothe the pain of losing Will, but it also numbs the actual, physical pain in his chest.

Elizabeth sits on the other side of the bonfire that they had built, gazing at the sea and the starts and thinking about what she could do to get off the island. Jack was a bit preoccupied in his grief and self pity, but she didn't really blame him.