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The Twist of Fate

When Will and Lizzie arrived at the little island they decided first to stroll around, to find a nice place to rest for the night. They took of their boots to feel the warm sand under her feet and after a short while Lizzie had found a nice place where they could stay for this special night.

"Finally we are married" Will smiled, trying to look deep in her eyes.

Lizzie tried to sink in his eyes the same way she did when Jack looked at her, but she couldn't. She just felt nothing, beside the tiredness of the last days. Tiredness? Was she going insane? She just had married Will, her Will, the man she saved as a child. She just sighed and laid her head on his shoulder and not even a few seconds later she was asleep, very deeply.

"That's exactly the way I imagined my wedding night" Will remarked frustrated. He looked at her and he just knew that she was his, his wife!

He stroked her gold brown hair out of her face and lay down beside her and a few minutes later he was asleep as well.

The Black Pear lay anchored before that small island, not too close, but not too far either. The crew had decided to arrange a party on deck, to celebrate the wedding. Barbossa was in a good mood, he already had drunken a few bottles of rum, and it wasn't possible to say how much.

"It was my first ceremony I've ever performed in my life…well better lives… and…and I think I did it quite well, don't ye think Mister Gibbs?" Barbossa prattled.

Gibbs just gave him a sceptical look, he didn't want to give him an answer to that stupid question. For him this marriage was totally wrong. He liked Will and even more Elizabeth, certainly because she was a pirate, better, a pirate king, but he felt in his heart that they didn't belong together.

Jack didn't join the party yet. He went soon after they had left the Pearl, but not too soon of course, to his cabin, lost in his memories She wanted to kiss him in front of the entire and he said no!! How could he?? What's wrong with ye mate? She was quoting him again! How dare she? "Jack. It would never have worked out between us." How will she know? Well, it was his fault, he said it first! Sometimes he could even slap himself for being that stupid!! "Once was quite enough" how can a man be so stupid, even as a pirate he completely failed!! He, none other than Captain Jack Sparrow! He definitely hadn't had enough rum!

But suddenly a very strange thought crossed his mind. Well, perhaps it was better for them both. He couldn't have stand being that elated after her kiss and then see her walking away with "dear" Will, her h-u-s-b-a-n-d! What a horrible word!! Will married the most beautiful bonnie lass of the entire ocean, better entire world. She and him were peas in a pod, not Will, he was too stupid for her, not even a little bit enough intelligent. In that very moment he only hoped that the whelp was really a eunuch. He normally just used to tease him with that insult, but today, he really, really hoped that he was one. He searched for his secret rum supply and lay down on his bed, thinking or better trying to forget what Will is going to do with his bonnie lass, NOW!

Elisabeth woke up at the break of dawn. In a way she felt guilty, not because she hadn't had her wedding night, although no less she longed for it, but because in a few moments Will wouldn't see her for the next ten years. She wanted to be left alone, but she couldn't just wait until the first sunray would come and Will being called back to his duty, he surly wanted to say goodbye to her. She decided to wake him up, but he was waking up in that moment. He realised, a bit angry, that it was nearly time for him to go.

"So" he said "our wedding night has to wait for the next ten years then to be fulfilled."Was the wedding even legal without it he asked himself, not finding or not knowing an answer he just shifted the thought away.

"Elisabeth, I wanted … I want you to know that I love you so much! I'll come back in ten years and I swear you, I still love you then."He nearly shouted at her.

Lizzie didn't answer. She was realising how serious he was about it. She couldn't answer him, her head was spinning. What if she couldn't still love him in ten years? She wasn't quite sure if her feelings for him were strong enough for that. She was so uncertain, but she didn't wanted and she couldn't tell him that. She decided to kiss him quickly, instead of giving him an answer. She hoped that the sun would rise very soon and indeed it rose in that verymoment.

"Goodbye my love" he whispered.

Love? Luv? Why did he say it? There was only one person in the whole world who had the right to call her like that. The right?

Will left her and she was watching him disappear on the horizon. So, now he was gone, for the next ten years. In a way she felt freedom again, although she shouldn't feel it. She should be sad, but somehow she wasn't. She started to laugh and cry at the same moment. What had she done? She had married her fiancée, but in fact, it was one of the most stupid decisions she had ever made in her life, she knew it, even if she couldn't admit it.

She walked along the wet sand the waves easily caressing her feet. The island remembered her on something. She spent, only one night on a beautiful island with each man who meant something to her, meaning Jack and Will. She wasn't quite sure if she could compare those two nights to each other. Of course she couldn't. The night with Jack was amazing, not that her somehow strange wedding night wasn't nice in a different way as well, but she never felt this urgency to be close to Will, to sink into his eyes or just to talk to him. She suddenly had the urgent need to return to the Pearl.

When she reached the Pearl, she had to scream a few times, until someone helped her aboard and it was no one else than Mister Gibbs himself. When she finally climbed over the railing, she saw the entire crew lying on deck, snoring, some speaking in sleep and she also saw a great amount of empty rum bottles.

"What happened here?" she asked bewildered.

"Oh, we were…just…having a … just celebrating your wedding, Mrs. Turner."Gibbs answered her, still a bit drunk.

"Mister Gibbs, don't call me Mrs. Turner, you have known me since I was a child, so keep calling me Elisabeth. Where is the captain?"she asked in the next second.

Why? Why did she do it? She doesn't even want to speak to Jack, not yet, but there was nothing else she could do. Perhaps she just wanted to find out if he was alright, after being that long time in the locker.

Gibbs wrinkled his forehead, thinking which of the two persons the captain of this ship was, had they found an agreement? Well, he didn't know it or couldn't remember it, he wasn't quite sure, but she probably doesn't want to speak to Barbossa, or perhaps she would, but less probable. He had seen Jack joining the party for a short time, but somehow he suddenly had disappeared. He himself was too busy, taking care of Captain Jack Sparrow.

"I would try to find him in the Captain Quarters" Gibbs tried to sound smart.

"Very well, I'm going to speak with him…shortly" she wanted to excuse herself, not even being a minute aboard the ship and she already could not think about something else than wanting to see him, although she even feared it. They hadn't really talked since she had cackled him to the mast. She suddenly felt a shiver running down her back. She was such a horrible person. First she killed him and after rescuing him she killed him the second time, by marrying Will, although she wasn't quite sure if he actually had some feelings for her or if he was just pretending to have some.

She was lost in her thoughts and didn't even realise that she was walking toward the helm. Urgently she had to press her hands against the wheel, not noticing that she started to move the Pearl into the blue horizon.

What would he, could he, should he accuse her for? Was there only a slight chance that he would be able to forgive her one day? But why? "To act on a selfish impulse" his voice sounded in her head. How he had known her? "Peas in a pod" "You are very much alike, you and I, US!" she wished to get his voice out of her head. She felt so guilty, she didn't even know why she done this all to him. But when the Kraken took him away, it was as if a part of her, not even a small one, was dying too. "And you bloody married Will" she mumbled to herself. He needed just a bit of luck after all what happened, she tried to persuade herself. "Persuade me" always hearing him saying something it's not quite sane. Why was he on his mind all the time?! So she just wanted to console him? Is that all? Or was it because she promised to her father to marry him?

A strong wave hit the Pearl very hardly, water raining down on the whole deck. With that the entire crew was awake, or most of them coughing and cursing.

Lizzie didn't feel anything of this vibration. She kept lost in her memories. Why did she even want Jack to forgive her? He's just a bloody pirate, isn't he? Alright he had saved her life a few times, but he's not a friend, or is he? Somehow they had never had time to talk to each other, let's call it, in a "normal" way. They've always played those ridiculous games, teasing each other, or proving to themselves who's the better pirate.

Even Jack fell of his bed and staggered to his feet, running out of his cabin when the horrifying thought crossed his mind that Barbossa could have commandeered the ship another time, leaving Lizzie on that small island. When he finally reached the deck, he saw this crew, trying to stagger to their feet and to his surprise he saw Barbossa standing directly in front of him, but he already shouted at him in that moment "I've said I'm giving the orders, Hector! Have ye already forgotten?" Barbossa just glanced at him "I'm disinclined to acquiesce that we already finished arguing 'bout who's the Captain of THAT ship."

Jack was thinking. If Hector didn't steer the Pearl, which was really impossible, 'cause he was just standing right in front of him, and neither Gibbs, who as well was somewhere around him, he has heard his voice, and neither it was Mr. Cotton because he directly stood next to Barbossa, it had to be someone else. He frowned; perhaps someone else had taken over his ship, his beloved Pearl?! But he couldn't throw a glance to the helm because in that moment, a second high wave crushed over the ship, everyone was trying to find a thing to hold on somewhere. After the wave had gone he threw a glance over to the helm, he was frightened somehow it could be someone he didn't expect of steering a ship, not even HIS ship. But he was right. But when he saw her face he knew something wasn't right, she wasn't steering a ship, she was staring in the air, at least it looked like that. He didn't even know why, but he started running up the helm. He was calling her name a few times, but she didn't answer.

She realised somewhere someone was calling her name, but she couldn't react. All these emotions, hate, guilt, fear were overtaking her, making her go insane, she couldn't think anymore, she felt so weak, and getting weaker with every breath she took. She was fainting. Jack just arrived at her right in time to catch her, before she had reached the floor. He managed somehow to carry her to his cabin, on the way yelling at Gibbs to take the helm. When he laid her down he didn't know what he should do. Try to wake her up or just wait and let her sleep? He had never felt so helpless, yes helpless seemed to be the right word. Finally he came to the conclusion to let her rest for a while. Why did she faint? She couldn't have had such a exhausting wedding night, could she? Could this eunuch be able to do this? He shuddered, he didn't event wanted to know. Could she be ill? Could someone have hurt her? "Jack you're becoming ridiculous, really!" he remarked to himself. She had killed you and now you're worrying about what isn't right with the girl? Aye, that's very clever. He looked at her, she was as beautiful as always, perhaps a little bit paler, he couldn't tell or was it just the light in here. She didn't move, didn't sigh, but at least she was breathing. He came closer to her to check if she was still breathing, his hand slowly stroked her face down to her neck, yes, he felt her heart beating at least he was less concerned. He decided to sit down next to her, simply for medical reasons, but he began to stare at her, when all of a sudden she woke up.

"Lizzie!" Jack nearly shouted out loud, not hiding the gladness in his voice

"What…what happened?" she asked.

"Don't know luv, you were pretending to be steering the Pearl, but I think in fact you were thinking of something completely different, although it could have worked out, but it didn't" he smirked "And then you fainted"

She was staring at him with a paralyzing look. He was really angry with her, she should have known him better.

Jack stood up from her bed, walking into the direction to the door, then he turned around and looked into her brown eyes. "Well…you seem to be alright now…so I'm going to steer my ship." he smirked as usual.

She felt how his gaze made her blush, feeling the heat pouring through her body.

"Jack!"she whispered "I'm so….sorr…so…cold" she decided to change her tactic.

"Well, luv, there are a lot of blankets so I think you can cover yerself in some, don't ye think? Or is it that you want some of the rum?" he smiled even brighter, his eyes sparkling.

She tried to reach the end of the blanket her hands trembling. He felt guilty, perhaps it was because she didn't fell well, or because of the fainting. So "you're a good man" he heard her voice in his head, he suddenly helped her wrapping the blanket around her.

He was so close, nearly too close, she felt somehow elated, her forehead nearly touching his chest. She was again lost, lost in his personality. Why did he have this affect on her? Why not Will? She recognized her heart starting to race, when one of his dreadlocks touched her skin she felt shivers running down her spin.

She must be really cold was Jack's conclusion to her shiver. "You're a good man" he heard another time her voice, but now, he wasn't sure whether she has said it out loud or whether it was the voice in his head.

When he put the blanket around her, he felt that her clothes as well were completely wet. He had to smile because it reminded him of Tortuga.

"Well luv as I already told you" he smirked

"It should be a dress or nothing and I happen to have no dress in my cabin" He knew that it wasn't quite sharp and that she probably would slap him in the next moment, so he added quickly

"I'm just concerned about that you nor being concerned enough with the thing you should be concerned about but are in fact of not concerned with."

Lizzie was completely bewildered. Was he asking her to put of her clothes and be naked in HIS cabin?! She frowned, not knowing what or how to respond. She just stared at him.

"Well all I wanted to say is that you shouldn't be sitting in yer wet clothes, you'll get a cold" he hated himself for saying this sentence, it was a bit to exaggerated and he didn't want to show his feeling at all.

"Well, you're absolutely right" she responded him with a smile and she knew, what she was going to say right now, will hurt his reputation

"But I have to announce that Barbossa is the better Captain of this ship because he happens to have a dress in his cabin, or at least on his ship."

Jack stared at her, not knowing if she was serious or if she was just making fun of him. But she seemed quite serious. How did she know that Barbossa had a dress in his cabin? Or why and for what purpose did HE have a dress in his cabin?? He felt completely confused, not knowing which questions was the more important. He had forgotten that she should know it.

"Could you be so kind to ask him if he happen to have a dress in his cabin, although he probably is disinclined to acquiesce my request." she smiled even brighter. She knew exactly that he was going to play along her game.

Jack sat down on her bed, right next to her, looking at her quite intently, but she could see that his eyes were smiling.

"Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this but... through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, I can't ask him if he'd be so kind to acquiesce your request."he nearly had to laugh out loud, but decided just to smile as well.

"Well under such unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances I've to keep on my clothes and start being concerned about the thing I wasn't concerned about enough."she was teasing him. Both lost in there looks.

In that moment Hector entered the cabin. Jack jumped off the bed.

"Oh we just talked 'bout you, having dresses in yer cabin" Jack decided to go on mocking. Barbossa looked a bit confused between them both. What was going on? he asked himself.

"You still have to have it, don't you?" Lizzie asked him curiously.

"Well, as I was smart enough to demand it back, it should be in my cabin" Barbossa grinned.

"See, he's the better captain, just like I told you a few minutes ago. Well, I'm going to find it if you don't mind Barbossa." she looked quite amused to Barbossa.

"Well, alright. I've nevertheless to discuss somethin' with good old Jack." he remarked, spotting that Jack wasn't glad about how the things were going.

"It seems to me that you're having a hard time lately" he smiled. Jack looked quizzical. "Well first of all, you're being fancy with that girl, which I finally married to Will…then…they had their wedding…night…on a small island, must remind you on something, doesn't it?…and in the morning your ship being sailed by someone who didn't even know how to steer a ship and right know, getting told that you're a worse captain." That should be enough, he thought.

Jack felt anger spreading in his body. His finger somehow wandered to his pistol. He nearly wanted to shoot him, but in the last moment he stopped himself. He doesn't want his cabin to get dirtier as it already was and he perhaps Barbossa could be helpful, you'll never know.

Lizzie returned wearing that wonderful red dress, at least she felt better. She didn't freeze anymore. But suddenly she realised that if Barbossa is leaving Jack they would be alone and surely he is going to accuse her of being that cruel to him and naming him a bad captain. So she decided to stroll around deck. It was a wonderful day, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was strong enough to enjoy it. She wandered along the railing her hand stroking it softly, the wood, warm of the sun, aroused in her a wonderful feeling. She felt this freedom again, it was as if this ship was giving her her freedom back, better her life back. She was leaning now against it, her face turned to the sun and the wind, softly waving her hair back. She felt wonderful, no bad thought was crossing her mind, she was just enjoying it.

Mister Gibbs was walking toward her.

"Well, finally you're married, Elizabeth" Gibbs remarked.

Lizzie opened her eyes, smiling at him, but in her eyes was some kind of sadness, not sadness, even a more frustration.

"Hope you had a nice night over there"

Elizabeth sighed.

"I did." She answered shortly, turning away from Gibbs, starting to go on strolling.

Jack and Barbossa had returned on deck and were arguing whom of them is going to steer the ship right now. Jack had thrown a glance to Gibbs and Lizzie when Mister Gibbs tried to talk to her. Curious why she had turned away, he allowed Barbossa steering the ship, which he didn't understand right now, but satisfied he moved to the helm. Gibbs was returning in the direction of Jack and finally wanted to step below deck.

"Mister Gibbs" Jack shouted, although he was quite close to him.

"Aye, Captain?" he mumbled

"Am I a worse Captain?" Jack asked serious looking

"No,….no of course…the best I've ever known." he stuttered

"So therefore I could be a bad captain 'cause ye didn't know much Captains" he asked, even looking more serious.

"Well…I…I….never said that" Gibbs responded more quietly

"And what did you ask her?" Jack suddenly changed the subject

"What?" Gibbs asked totally confused of Jack

"What did you ask her, a few minutes ago?" Jack repeated annoyed

"Just…if…she…had…a nice…wedding…wedding...night…Jack!"

"And what did she answer?"

Gibbs looked even more surprised. Why was Jack behaving so strange today? Did he have too much rum? Or perhaps too less?

Gibbs wanted to answered, when he realised that Jack had gone away.

Lizzie realised that Jack was approaching. She didn't want to speak to him, somehow it brings all bad feelings on the surface. Moving across the ship seemed to be a good idea to her. In the middle of the ship she saw the mast, and it was so close, just too close. She had stopped, not realising that Jack stood directly behind her. He touched her shoulder and she turned around, with that Jack crushed her into a kiss, the same kiss like it was… but she couldn't think, the warm shiver were running down her spin, she couldn't even think, it was exactly the same feeling when she kissed him to…lea…to leave him to death! How could she! Where's your sense of decency Mrs. Turner? She asked herself, finding no good excuse. She was pushed against the mast, not even feeling anything beside his strong, his hot, his rough lips, tasting after rum with were kissing her so intesivly. His hand were wandering down from her face, to her shoulders, to her fingertips, when suddenly her eyes widened.

Click and click.

He had shackled her, both of her hands, to the mast. Smirking brightly. She tried to struggle, but didn't reach much.

"Why did you do that?" she yelled at him

"Not a nice feeling after all, is it?" he glanced at her "At least there's no beastie to come after you. I'm so sorry!" his eyes started to glisten …" And now ye can't avoid me, if I want to talk to you, I can do it whenever I want to."

"I do not have to listen to you!" she shouted, somehow she felt inferior "I thought you would do something courageous and that you would discover that you're a good man!" she was getting more and more angry with him.

"All evidence to the contrary, like I already told ye before!" he smiled whimsically.

"Well, now you've had your revenge, you're taking advantage of a helpless woman." she wasn't sure if she recognised that somehow this game was starting to make fun.

"Helpless woman?" Jack laughed out loud. Suddenly the crew was throwing their glances over to them.

"You're a pirate... even more… You're the pirate king!" he knew that now he had definitely lost his advantage.

"Well, then, as your king I command you to loose these shackles!" she tried to look serious.

"Alright luv, but there's a slight problem, 'cause ... I happen to have the keys somewhere aboard the Pearl, hopefully, can't remember where I left them last time. Mr. Gibbs?" shouted Jack over to the helm "Aye?" Wondering where Barbossa had gone when he once had the opportunity to steer the Pear with the permission of his owner.

"Do ye know where the key of these shackles are, or even if we do have some keys for it?"

Lizzie was starting to pale. She imagined to well being shackled here for a few days or seeing Jack trying to shoot the shackles.

Suddenly she regained her strength "I thought you once said: It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom. But to me freedom has a different meaning, doesn't it?" she smiled at him.

"You do remember that sentence?" Jack glanced at her surprised. It nearly had past more than a year since they had been marooned on that island and she knew that?

"Of course I do" she looked at him a bit disappointed. Why should she hadn't been listening she asked herself.

"It was you who passed out, not me" she started to mock him again.

"Well actually a plan crossed me mind" he smirked in the way you'll-see-what's-your-punishment-for-that. So he smiled at her and turned around, walking into the direction of the helm.

"Jack!" Lizzie got angry; she had a feeling what he was up to. "JACK!" she shouted more loudly. But he still moved on, without turning around. She knew that he probably was smiling with the grin like a Cheshire cat. He was definitely enjoying of using it to his advantage. Lizzie was angry, well in fact not at all, it just annoyed her that she couldn't do anything apart from staring over at the helm or at the ocean. But every time he came close to her, she just didn't know, it was like if her brain was turned off, the only thing she could think about it was touching him, kissing him or just staring at him, what she was doing right now as well. He had planned it before was the fist thought that crossed her mind when she forced herself to look at the sea.

When Jack finally had reached the helm he told Gibbs that he'll himself will overtake it.

"Go ant find a hat for her!" he commanded. "We don't want her to get sunstroke, do we?" Jack glanced at the surprising looking Gibbs.

"You're…just…I mean...you're…going to…"

"Aye!" Jack cut Gibbs off and started to smile. "Only a little!" Gibbs, lost in his thoughts, went away to obey Jack's order.

"Only a little", Jack suddenly shuddered, it reminded him of the first meeting with Will. "You've threatened Miss Swann" "Only a little", I should have killed him then, so now he wouldn't have been married with the most beautiful girl of the entire Caribbean, no entire ocean, better entire world. Jack sneaked a peek on her, she was standing staring at the ocean. That didn't belong to his plan, he wanted her to look at him, to think about him, not about the ocean. He still was angry with himself, that back then on the little island, he had passed out, instead of getting her a bit more drunk and perhaps…perhaps, he smiled she would have kissed him then. Improbable, but perhaps probable.

Gibbs brought Elizabeth the hat and even a cup of water. She was sweating and thirsty and grateful that Gibbs cared about her. The sun was burning incredible hot on her skin, on her head and this dress made her swear even more, it was made out of a thick fabric.

"Thank you Mister Gibbs" she looked at him pleadingly to free her

"We do everthin' we can to find these keys" he said, feeling guilty

"I know" she sighed, but that wasn't the thing that annoyed her most.

What annoyed her most was Jacks behaviour, he came to her from time to time to stroke some streaks out of her face, glancing at her with his deep dark eyes, smirking softly her cheek, then down her neck very slowly, she had to tremble, although she tried very hard not to.

"Everythin' alright, luv?" he asked in a low voice and his eyes were shining brighter. His hands moving down to her shoulder then down to her wrists, touching as well her breasts unintended, definitely intended. She had to shiver and nearly moaned. He gazed at her with his chocolate eyes, melting in hers. He continued to move his face closer to her, looking intensively at her lips. But then he turned around and back to the helm. She felt elated and somehow unsatisfied

"Bloody pirate" she mumbled and she knew that she probably deserved it somehow.

"Dress or nothing" she heard him saying, suddenly standing in front of her again.

"Beg you pardon?" she looked at him wide-eyed

"You're sweating too much and it's not good for your personal hygiene. I could imagine it's probably the fault of this dress, isn't it?" he looked at her with relish.

"I'd rather say it's the fault of a certain Captain" she answered, seeing Jacks eyes glowing.

"Very well, I thought ye wanted to be released from the heat!" turned around and staggered away

"Jack!...Wait" he turned around and looked at her intently

"How?" she asked him with a pleadingly voice

Jack unsheathed his sword, pointing it directly onto her chest.

She shuddered, she wasn't afraid, a pirate king and afraid? Perhaps, just a tiny bit, but she knew somehow that Jack could trust him. Could she? He just proved her wrong when he shackled her to the mast. But deep in her heart she knew that he was a good man and that he'd take care of her.

"Hope I don't slice too much" he gave her an admiring glance, he had expected she would stop him. But he already had sliced the dress from her cleavage till her feet, but without slicing her white undergarment dress. He threw away his sword and unsheathed his knife, stepping closer to her, and took her left arm. He looked at her face and recognised that she was a little bit worried. He fancied the idea of having threatened the pirate king a tiny bit. But when she sank into his eyes, all her fear had disappeared, she felt save, so save she had never felt before in her life. In that moment he pulled her closer to her, pressing her on his body, as close as he could. Her bumped into his chest and she left it right there, she heard his fast heartbeat. Suddenly she just wanted to know the reason for that. Just because he was afraid of slicing her somewhere? Or could he? Was he? Did he really had some feelings She never knew if he was playing games with her or mocking her on purpose or did he mean it serious? He was so contradictory, everything was. What he said, how he behaved. But suddenly all his sentences chased through her head "It wouldn't have worked out between us darlin'/ Peas in a pod/ wherever we want to go, we'll go/ Persuade me/ we're very much alike, you and I, I and you, us/ you'll come over to my side/ I'm the captain of this ship and I can marry you, right here, right now/ Pirate!" she sighed

"Everythin' alright luv?" he asked

„Jack!" she whispered, while he was continuing to slice the dress on her back, enjoying every centimeter he moved lower.

"What is it, luv?" he asked her a little bit annoyed that she was trying to start a conversation. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, but he had closed his eyes, which scared her.

"Jack!" she almost shouted at him. He stopped the slicing, opened his eyes and met her gaze.

"Could ye be so kind and stop shouting me name?" he answered her in a very serious voice, although he wasn't quite sure why he did it.

"Jack...you're slicing my dress without even looking, that's scary!"

"Well, I felt exactly where and how I had to slice it" he repeated quickly, remarking to himself that it wasn't a smart answer.

"What are the keys doing? I think you've had enough of your revenge, don't you think?" she sighed frustrated.

In that moment Pintel and Ragetti came running to the Captain, who was very annoyed for being interrupted. That was it, the opportuned moment he thought, being destroyed by some mangy pirates!

"Captain…!" Ragetti shouted "Barbossa…he…he is…not….I mean…"

"Not on this ship, disappeared!" cut in Pintel giggling

Jack turned around "What did you say?" he couldn't believe how Hector left the Pearl in the middle of the ocean.

"And…he took the chart as well!" sighed Ragetti

"No, not at all." Jack replied, pulling out a document, which was round and white, complete white on both sides. Jack stared at the chart. Bugger! Why had the drawing of the map disappeared? How?

"Mr. Gibbs our next stop will be Shipwreck Cove, I have to talk to the Code keeper!" he shouted over to the helm. He started to frown and sadness spread in his eyes, a sadness Lizzie had never seen before in his eyes. Suddenly he dragged out the keys for the shackles and let her free.
"Jack! You had these keys all the time? Why didn't you release me? And now I have no dress at all" she shouted at him stubbornly, but he just went away, took over the helm and didn't even look at his surprised looking crew.

Gibbs walked down to Elizabeth to take care of her.

"What does he have? I've never seen him that sad before!" she asked Gibbs surprised.

"Well I guess…some family problems." he answered, lost in his thoughts

But Gibbs led Elisabeth down to her cabin and told her a bit to rest. And she fell asleep as soon as she had reached her cabin, exhausted from being shackled nearly all day long.