In the Hands of Fate I: Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter nine

Chapter nine

Miss Elizabeth stood on the edge of the plank, holding her dress to her knees, as the crew urged her over the edge. Off in the distance was a small, empty island.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will yelled as two pirates held him back.

Barbossa turned to him rigidly. "Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who forgot to specify when or where."

The crew laughed as Mister Turner was dragged back.

My father looked to Miss Elizabeth and spoke, "Though does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?" The crewmembers murmured their assent. "So, I'll be having that dress back before you go."

Elizabeth appeared shocked as she stripped the dress off, but became disgusted as it was thrown to him. "Goes with your black heart."

"Ooh, it's still warm," he said as he tossed it.

The crew, namely Pintel and Ragetti, went back to badgering Elizabeth. Eventually, they got sick of her simply standing there and someone stomped on the plank causing her to fall into the sea.

Jack was next to go.

"I'd really rather hoped we were past all this."

"Jack…" Barbossa crooned as he placed his arm on Jack's shoulders, "Jack. Did you not notice? That be the same little island that we made you governor of on our last little trip."

"I did notice."

As did I, and I wasn't too particularly happy about it.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape," Barbossa suggested, "But I doubt it." He drew his sword. "Off you go."

I shuffled nervously. My father was losing his patience and fast.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot," Jack mentioned.

"By the powers, you're right," Father claimed. "Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward."

Someone passed Jack's effects forth. My heart beat faster as my mind raced with all the things I could do to possible stop this (Elizabeth would have thank me later) but in the end none of it would work.

"Seeing as there's two of us," Jack prompted, "a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols."

"It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa threw Jack's things into the water and Jack immediately dove for them.

I pushed my way through the group to my dad. "Excuse me. Scuze. Pardon me. Coming through. I'll take that," I said as I snatched my sword and scabbard from someone I didn't recognize and started to walk off the plank.

"Luna, what do ye think yer doing?" my father asked, snagging my arm.

"The same thing I should've done eight years ago;" I snapped, "Going after my best friend." I pulled my arm back and took the last few steps to the edge. "Until my daring escape," I bowed, "I bid you adieu." With that being said, I too dove off.

Out of breath, I crawled on to the beach a little ways from where Jack and Elizabeth stood.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship," Jack moaned breathlessly.

"At least I'm here," I called to him.

Jack turned around and the brightest grin lit up his face. "Luna, love, glad you could make it."