Ice Queen - A Pirates Of The Caribbean Love Story

Chapter Thirteen

It was dark when we sneaked into Port Royal. Any respectable person would be in their bed. The moon was up, casting a silver glow on the ground, throwing slivers of light onto the sea.

“Jack will be in the jail, awaiting his hanging,” whispered Barbossa in my ear.

“How can we possibly get him out of there?” I asked, in despair.

Barbossa grinned, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Ye’ll see,” he replied. “Come on, ya bloomin’ cockroaches!”

I plucked Jack’s compass out of my pockets and opened it. “Jack’s in here,” I said, pointing at a building to my right.

I looked up at it. I could see iron bars… and Jack’s face peering down at me. “Hello, Ice Queen,” he said, unsmilingly.

I felt my heart sink. He hadn’t forgiven me. Of course he hadn’t. I was a fool even to imagine he would. Still. “We’ve come to set you free, Jack,” I said.

“Have ya now?” He looked down at me. “Go on then.”

“The entrance to the jail is this way, Cathy,” Barbossa said, softly. “Masters Pintel and Ragetti, ye go ahead of us, please.”

A small, tubby man and a tall, skinny one obeyed, rather reluctantly. I followed them.

There were two guards, but Pintel and Ragetti quickly disarmed them and tied them up.

I walked into the jail, wrinkling my nose. It was the most disgusting place I have even seen, and, trust me, I’ve been in some disgusting places. It’s worse than Tortuga. It stinks of stale urine and rotting flesh. It’s filthy and slimy, and I’m not sure whether that’s water dripping off the walls or worse…

But then I saw Jack and the sickening surroundings faded away. I rushed over to his cell. “Are you alright?” I know it was a bit of a stupid question, but I had to say something.

“What’s it look like?” he asked, disdainfully.

“How are we going to get him out?” I asked Barbossa.

He just grinned again. “Be ready to make a quick getaway, darlin’,” he told me. He lifted up his pistol and aimed it at Jack. My heart stopped beating. I was certain he was going to shoot Jack, but, at the last moment, he aimed his pistol lower and fired three times at the lock. The cell door swung open and Jack staggered out.

“Let’s be off! It won’t take long for someone to hear that,” Barbossa ordered.

“Jack…” I caught his hand. “Jack, I’m sorry.”

He pulled his hand away. “Of course you are.”

“Jack, really! I came back for you, didn’t I?”

“If you don’t mind, can we continue this fascinating conversation another time?” Jack enquired, with terrifying politeness.

We all started running, out of the jail and into the night. My heart was thudding as I ran as fast as I could. I tried not to look at Jack, because every time I did I thought about how much I loved him. And, it was quite obvious, he did not love me. I don’t think I blame him.

I decided once this was all over, I’d give myself up. Because a hanging would be infinitely preferable to seeing that cold look of hatred that was in Jack’s eyes when he looked at me.