The Swann and her Sparrow

Chapter Twelve: You're Making My Head Hurt

A/N: Hehe, sorry for the wait. It was a busy weekend. I went to six flags on Friday, had a party on Saturday, and I also dyed my hair for the first time. I’m a redhead now! Yay! Anyway, this might be my last update until next week on Tuesday, because as you might know, I’m going to my Grandpa’s.

DISCLAIMER: Don’t own any original characters nor the plot, but I own Isabelle, Charles, and my own semi-plot.

Hope ya’ll enjoy!

“You're pulling too fast!” Pintel yelled at Ragetti. We were almost at the small island, and it was a pleasant journey, that is, until they started to fight.
“You're pulling too slow! We don't want the Kraken to catch us.” Ragetti yelled back, and I herd Jack whimper slightly. I moved closer to him.
“I'm saving my strength for when it comes. And I don't think it's Kraken, anyway. I always heard it said Kráken.” Pintel told us.
“What, with a long a?” Ragetti asked.
“Uh huh.” Pintel agreed.

“No, no, no, no, no, Kràken is how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian, and Kraken's closer to that.” Ragetti argued.
“Well, we're not original Scandinavians, are we? Kráken!” Pintel yelled.

“You know how I think it’s pronounced?” I asked them. They looked curiously at me.

“Will you both shut it because you two are giving my the worst headache ever.” I said, and they rolled their eyes.
“It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants!” Ragetti said, and we ended the conversation.

“How long is it to the island?” I asked, slightly complaining.

“We’re right here. Open your eyes for once.” Norrington said.

“Why’d we bring him?” I groaned. We pulled to the shore.
“Guard the boat, mind the tide, don't touch my dirt.” Jack ordered to Pintel and Ragetti. They nodded. Elizabeth opened Jack’s compass, and we followed her around.

Soon she was walking around in circles, so Jack and I sat down, and Norrington just stood there.

“I’m tired and my throat hurts.” I complained, laying on Jack’s shoulder. He put his arm around me.

“That’s what you get for falling in the ocean. And you think I’m not tired?” he asked softly. I laughed.

“Thank you Jack. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You’re a hero.” I said, looking at Elizabeth.

“Not more of a hero than anybody else. But you can call me your hero. Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow, my hero. I like the sound of that.” he said.

“Immortal?” I asked him.

“When I stab the heart of Jones, I’ll take his place.” he said.

“Well, what about me?” I asked him, and he stayed silent for a few minutes. Clearly, he hasn’t thought about that.

“We’ll find a way.” he said. I nodded, snuggled closer, and closed my eyes.

I woke up when I fell on the floor.

“Sorry luv.” Jack said, and I rubbed my eyes. He was standing up, and Norrington hit something in the sand. I ran up to them.

Norrington and Jack pulled out a large chest. Jack opened the chest with the shovel. Inside were millions of letters, roses, and you could hear a Thump! Thump!

We pulled out a smaller chest, and put our ears on it. Thump-thump! Thump-thump!