Pirate's Life

Saving Elizabeth

As we sailed through a blasted storm, I tugged the ropes holding up the mast, sputtering the water out of my mouth from the waves crashing over the ship. My hair and clothes were soaking to the point where it adds like 7 pounds onto me.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" Will shouts over the thunder.

"Aye, the compass doesn't point north but we're not trying to find north, are we?" Gibbs shouts back.

"We should drop canvas, sir!" Gibbs shouts to Jack, whom steered the ship, staring at his compass.

"She can hold a bit longer." Jack shouts. As the ship turned, the mast caught me, swinging me over so I was over the crashing sea, easily being swept away if I let go.

"Abigail!" I could hear Will fret, rushing over and trying to save me. Trying to push past my fear of heights, I hoist myself on top of the branch, balancing myself as I placed one foot in front of the other. Everyone watched with anticipation. The whole ship shuddered, and I lost my balance. Thank God I didn't have a dress on, because that would have been awful. I silently prayed to the Gods as I fell off the branch landing on my wrist on the deck, a horrible snap occurring in my wrist. Tears poured down my face when the pain finally hit me, my wrist swelling up like a balloon.

"ABIGAIL!" Will yelled, pushing past the crew members and racing towards me. The crew surrounded me watching me like a bug they want to squish.

"Don't just stand there! Help her!" Will yells. He rushes up the deck and examines my wrist. I winced and gasped when he pushed gently in certain spots. I must have broken it. Will helped me up and led me to the crew's sleeping quarters. Still clutching onto my hand like a life line, Will helps tend my wound, mind my groaning and wincing.

"That was quite a fall there." He says softly, as he bandaged my wounds. I nod as well. After he finishes tying it off, resting his hand on mine. Shivers run down my spine making me close my eyes for a second too long.

After the storm, Jack was continuing to stare at his compass. Like his eyes were glued to them.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?" Will asks Gibbs curiously. My broken arm was still prevented me from doing anything extreme. I had a wrap around it, but I yearned to do it again.

"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla Muerta. That was before I met him, back when he was Captain of the Black Pearl." Gibbs says.

"What? He failed to mention that." Will retorts.

"Well, he plays things closer to the vest now. And a hard-learned lesson it was. See three days out on the venture the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure, too, so Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die but not before he'd gone mad with the heat." That is really strange.

"Ah. So that's the reason for all the..." Will starts, imitating Jack. I stifled a giggle.

"Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now Will , when a man is marooned he is a given a pistol with a single shot – one shot. Well it won't do much good hunting or to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starving' belly and thirst, that pistol will start to look real friendly. But Jack – he escaped the island, and he still has that one shot. Oh, but he won't use it, though, save for one man. His mutinous first mate." That is Barbossa!

"Barbossa." Me and Will said in unison.

"Aye." Gibbs concludes.

"How did Jack get off the island?" I ask curiously.