In the Hands of Fate II: Dead Man's Chest

Chapter Six

In the end, our cage of misfits won the race. The other cage losing in the very beginning on account of one of them grabbing a snake and scaring the rest into dropping their handholds. The vine that held them over the chasm snapped like the silk of a spider web.

We cut loose our cage and took off, someone had spotted us and soon the whole tribe was after us. We stumbled and ended up rolling downhill stopping when we ran into a tree. Gibbs had an uncanny comment about lifting a lady's skirt which earned a hearty glare from me and we were off again. That is until we fell into a trench and into the river. The cage broke in half and we pushed it over us. The cannibals shot at us from above as we swam for safety.

"Haul loose the mooring line!" Pintel's yells reached us as we trudged through the jungle and back to the Pearl. "The mooring line!"

Will, Gibbs, Marty and I all seemed to make it to the ship at the same time.

"Haul loose the mooring line!" Pintel repeated.

Ragetti appeared at the railing. "He's got me eye. He won't give it back."

"How'd you get it back last time?"

"Excellent!" Gibbs crooned. "Our work's half done."

"We'd done it for you knowing you'd be coming back," Pintel told him.

"Make ready to sail, boys! And er… girl."

I shook my head in dismay. "What of Jack? I won't leave without him!"

"Oi!" called Jack's voice in the distance.

I looked around until I spotted his ant sized figure racing towards us being chased by the cannibals.

"Time to go!" I claimed.

"Cast off those lines!" Gibbs whined, his voice unusually high. I jumped onto the rope net and began climbing. "Make ready to cast off!"

"Oi!" Jack called again.

Right after we let go the sails, I leaned over the rail to watch as Jack grabbed onto the netting.

"Alas, my children, this is the day you shall always remember as the day you almost…" A large wave washed over him, cutting him off, "Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea," I offer as I help him aboard.

"Yes to the first. And yes to the second," He replies as his coat is draped over his shoulders, "but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible."

"That seems to be a large contradictory, Jack."

"I have every faith in Master Gibbs' reconciliatory navigational skills, Luna, love. Now where is that monkey of yours? I want to shoot something."

My monkey screeched from above us and dropped Ragetti's eye, whom bent down to pick it up. His counterpart handed Jack his pistol.

"Jack. Elizabeth is in danger," Will growled as he stood before us.

"Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her?" Jack wondered as he walked to the helm, us at his heels. "Maybe just locking her up somewhere?"

I rolled my eyes, Jack would be one to suggest that.

"She is locked up in a prison, bound to hang for helping you."

"There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes." He turned and glared at me. As if the phrase were meant for me.

Will stole a nearby crewman's sword and held it to Jack's neck. "I need that compass of yours. I must trade it for her freedom."