Hoist the Colors

But Why is the Rum Gone?

I wake up to the smell of smoke. 

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!" Jack says, telling her to stop. 

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

"Why is the rum gone?" He asks.

"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 me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" She questions.

 "But why is the rum gone?" He asks again. 

"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon." She tells him, staring at the horizon. Jack takes out his pistol, shakes his head and puts it back. He stomps away angrily.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Caspian asks. 

"Jack's mad because Miss Swann burned up the rum." I tell him.

"I'd be mad too if I was Jack. Why'd you burn the rum Elizabeth?" Caspian asks.

"That's Miss Swann to you, pirate," she sneers. I hit Caspian on the shoulder. 

"Oi! What was that for?" He asks. I point to the horizon. 

"The Dauntless," Elizabeth mutters. We're taken aboard the Dauntless like prisoners.

"Weigh anchor to Port Royal!" Governor Swann tells Commodore Norrington.

"But we've got to save Will." Elizabeth interjects.

"No. You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates!" Governor Swann refuses.

"Then we condemn him to death." She tells them.

"The boy's fate is regrettable, but, then, so was his decision to engage in piracy." Governor Swann says. 

"To rescue me. To prevent anything from happening to me." Elizabeth asserts. 

"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion. The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean , mate. How can you pass that up?" Jack questions Norrington. 

"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself." Norrington says.

"Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift." Elizabeth pleads. 

"Elizabeth.  Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" Governor Swann asks.

"I am." She confirms. 

"A wedding! I love weddings! Drinks all around!" He exclaims.  "I know. Clap him in irons, right?" Jack questions.

"Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase, silent as the grave. Do I make myself clear?" Commodore asks.

"Inescapably." Jack tells him. 

"Take the other two to the brig. We'll deal with them later," Commodore orders. 

"Commodore I really must protest. Rose helped Will save my life. As for the other, I don't care what you do with him," she says. 

"It's either you keep us both up here or take us both to the brig," I say to Elizabeth.