Siren Song: Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter 22

"Father, Father, I'm fine." Elizabeth smiled, gently taking hold of her father's hands.

"Not shot or anything. You can thank me for that by the way." They all looked over at Jack, who was still wearing the crown and jewels, the bag of swag slung over his shoulder. "And I would be much obliged if you docked at the nearest port, preferably Tortuga." He smiled winningly at them. "What?"

~-Night, Jack's cell, Fort Charles, Port Royal-~

Roxanne sighed as she snuck through the fort. Why? Because she felt guilty. Not that she would admit that, she was to proud to.

But, the reason she was sneaking to the jail cell, of one Jack Sparrow, sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow with a bottle of rum she did not have Victoria steal earlier that day, was because she felt guilty over the sentence. Tomorrow, he was to be hanged by the gallows for piracy, despite the only reason the soldier's and sailors were still alive was because he was a pirate, and saved them all when he'd killed Barbossa.

But had her fiance listened to her? Nope. Not at all, but she knew a guilty man when she saw one. So, she decided to apologise in her own way. Giving Jack one last drink before he was to die. Rather morbid if you think about it...

It was easy to bypass the guards, a little flirtation here, some distraction there. She impressed herself sometimes. When she finally approached the door of his cell, she knocked softly, and pushed open the door. Jack was leaning against the stone wall, and she thought he was asleep till he raised his head, looking amused.

"And why exactly are you here so late at night?" He said cheekily. "It's not safe for young ladies to be out so late." She rolled her eyes, and planted herself in front of the cell door.

"And you would know?" He gave a noncommittal shrug. She presented the bottle of rum to him, and he sat up straighter. "I thought it was only right for you to have one last drink before you're sent off to your fate." She handed him the bottle, and he grabbed it eagerly, uncorking it and taking a long swig from it.

"Not bad."

"I had Victoria get it" He raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"She stole it didn't she." Roxanne crossed her arms in a huff.

"She did not."

"I bet she did." He teased, and took another swig. "And you're doing this because you feel guilty." She looked away.

"I do not. I only felt it right that you should have a final drink, as a thank you for saving us."

"I know a guilty man when I see one. Well, in this case you probably don't even feel guilt." She bristled at his comment.

"Of course I feel guilt!"

"So you do feel guilty!" She fumed silently, not bothering to dignify him with a response. "But you need not feel guilty love, I made my decision, and I'll deal with the consequences." He shrugged off, and she sighed.

"I did try you know, to get him to release you. He wouldn't see reason." She examined her nails. "Even though you're basically the only reason we're still alive in the first place." Roxanne grumbled out, and he leaned forward, amused.

"How so?"

"Well, you agreed to help Victoria, even if it was just because you knew her father. Then you agreed to lead us to Isla de Muerta, and after that, you tricked Barbossa into letting you live long enough to free Victoria, and get her out." Roxanne took a deep breath. "So, yes, I may feel a little guilt over the fact that you're going to die in the morning because of us." He smirked. "Even if it was just to get the Black Pearl back, which in the end, didn't even happen because the crew sailed off with it."