The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter Eleven: Death at Hands

A/N: Hello my fellow Fanfiction-ers and Wattpad-ers. Before I go on explained boring stuff, I want to tell you that I added more to the previous chapter of The Swann and her Sparrow. So if you haven’t read that yet, GO AND READ IT!!! No pressure.

Ok, so on Wednesday, I’m going to New York, and maybe Canada to visit my Grandpa, but they don’t have wi-fi, so I won’t be able to write. Sorry, please forgive me. But once I come back, I’ll try to write as soon as possible. I promise.

Enough about me, on with the story.

DISCLAIMER: Own none of the original characters nor the plot but I do own Isabelle and Charles.

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Jack’s POV

I was steering the helm when I saw Isabelle sitting on the helm. Is she that stupid? I thought.

“Mr. Gibbs, take the helm.” I ordered.

“Aye Captain.” Gibbs said, and I walked over to Isabelle, moving past the know drunken Norrington, and past those two pirates. What’s their names?

I stood before Isabelle for a minutes. Without even seeing her face she was beautiful. I could see her grip on the railing tighten as if she was mad about something.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” I asked her. She was startled, and loosened her grip, which met that she fell into the ocean.

I didn’t wait to take of my effects or anything, I jumped in after her.

The water was rough, for a storm was being made. Had to pick this day to fall into the ocean, did you Isabelle? I asked her.

She was nowhere to be found, and I panicked. Don’t panic Jackie. It’ll make you sink faster. I though as a wave pushed me to a side. My eyes scanned the ocean, and I finally found her laying on the ocean floor. Oh no. I whined, and swan as fast as I could to her.

Her hair was flowing with the waves, and she seemed not the be breathing. I picked her up, and saw that she was less heavier than Elizabeth. She needs to eat more. If she is alive. A voice said in my head, but I told it to shut it. I reached the surface of the water, and gasped for air, but unfortunatly, Isabelle didn’t.

I climbed the rope, and handed Isabelle to Ragetti and Pintel, who were waiting on the deck. I was about to climb on when another wave knocked me down.

I wasn’t far away from the Black Pearl, but with the horrible sea, it took all my effort. I finally grabbed onto the rope, and Gibbs helped me up. I didn’t thank him or anything, I ran to Isabelle who was lying on the floor lifeless. Everybody was looking at her. She surely does leave a great impact on people. Even Norrington was looking sad. Elizabeth was crouching near her, and as was Charles. That man near Isabelle just made my blood boil inside.

I pushed Charles aside and knelt beside her. Elizabeth was crying deeply.

“Isabelle! Please wake up! Please!” she sobbed. I wasn’t far from crying myself.

“You’ve got no right to push me.” that whelp Charles said to me, and pushed me away from her.

“Boy, don’t start.” I said to him, getting up.

“Don’t think you’re the only man here that cares for her. Look at all of them. They all want kneel down near her, and pray that she’ll wake up. You can’t stop them from that!” he yelled at me. I stepped closer to him.