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Revealed	By : WantedRedhead Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Note: Thanks to all those for the kind
reviews. I�m so glad you enjoy the story and what�s more took time to post a
note! This chapter is a bit of an oddity for me, I don�t EVER write long scenes
with introspection, but with Jack being alone I was limited with what I could
do. I hope the bit of action makes up for in what otherwise might be a very
dull scene.

    The
never-ending sun beat down on Jack Sparrow. Sweat beaded his forehead and stuck
to the back of his neck. He dragged his forearm across his brow.

    Once
again whole, with her onyx wood gleaming, the Black Pearl sat in a sea; of
sand.

    Bloody,
buggering desert and rocks in every direction. He glared at the constant
landscape, not like the sea. She changed all the time. In the heat of the day,
she kept her colors bright blue. Under the moon, she turned dark and
iridescent. Mystery surrounded her. And when the fury of a storm took her
temperament she became a violent gray-green.

    When
had he last seen the Caribbean. Time had no meaning. He couldn�t tell how long
he'd been inside the Locker.

    He
wandered below the bow and stared up at his proud beauty. The bare-breasted
figurehead kept her sights to the illusive horizon. Seemed she too longed for
the freedom of the sea.

    The
naked blonde brought to mind memories of another golden haired jade. Bloody
Elizabeth Swan.

    His
jaw tightened. He'd made up his mind to defend the Pearl. She needn't have
shackled him to the mast.

    Pirate. He smiled, but the
humor quickly faded to a bitter laugh. Even in death the plucky governor's
daughter haunted him. "Never bloody trust a woman, especially that
one," he grumbled.

    "Present
company excluded." He patted the Pearl's hull. "Ye've always remained
true." No one he'd met in his respectable days had honesty,
and most certainly no pirate. The difference were, a pirate didn�t pretend to be a paradigm of virtue.

    He
wrapped the thick mooring line around his hands. The tough rope felt
comfortable in his hands. 'Course Lizzie had felt much more better. Warm spread
through his veins.

    She'd
done what she thought necessary. That he could forgive. But making him care,
kissing him and then acting as if he meant nothing. That, he couldn't forget or
forgive. Ever.

    The
pleasant warmth fired and searched his insides like a hot poker. "Bloody
wench."

    As
there was nothing else to do, he pulled. A burn worked it way from his forearms
up to his shoulders. Muscles screamed against the strain. Still he didn't let
up.

    "Heave
to," he grunted. The soles of his boots skidded on the loose sand. Pain
shot through his legs.

    The
Black Pearl remain as still as a dead calm.

    Finally,
he released the line. Breathing hard, he shook out his aching fingers.
"Fuck." He kicked the closest rock.

    The
gray stone tumbled across the ground, and then sprout eight legs.

    He
blinked. When he opened his eyes the moving rock, now with snapping claws,
charged. "That's interesting." He drew his sword. "I'm already
in a bit of a pinch." He prodded the critter back, but the crab wouldn't
give up.

    "Well,
if yer gonna be that way, mate." Jack knocked his mini attacker over a
high dune. "I think I liked better when I were alone."

    He
flopped down in the sand. Thus far, he hadn�t found a path out of The Locker.
He�d explored every direction, and each held the same. Buggering, endless sand.

    Dryness
coated his tongue and throat. Whether it was The Locker or the desert, the air
had no smell. No brine to tickle his nose or chaff his skin.

    With
a sigh he flipped open his compass. The bloody needle always spun in a non-stop
circle. The contraption had finally function when the Kracken attacked The
Black Pearl, but sense then nothing. Round and round the tiny arm turned.

    He
lowered the lid halfway shut, when he noticed the pointer's progress slow. With
a flick, he popped the top up once more. Excitement rolled him stomach. That
were more like it. �Bout bloody time thing started working.

    The
needle pointed to the high dune off the Pearl's bow.

    He
frowned. Several times he'd scaled the slippery hill and found nothing but the
same on the other side. Still, he had nothing else to occupy himself.

    "Ye
better be right." He let the device fall against his leg along with his
many other trinkets. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet.

    Lose
sand made the trek up the slope slow going. He lost count how many times his
boots slipped. The shifting ground also played merry hell with his legs. His
muscles constantly twisted and in their fight to remain upright.

    At
the top, he took a minute and caught his breath. Death had sucked the life out
of him. He chuckled at his bad pun. "Probably supposed to do that."
He shielded his vision with a hand as he squinted into the distance.

    Waves
of sand moved back and forth. "Bugger," he sighed. He turned to trudge back down, when in
the distance a long line, low the ground approached. He hadn�t noticed any
cliffs so doubt them a pack of wild lemmings.

    A
few minutes later, he made out the forms as thousands of stone crabs. Their
nails clicked as they moved, like a thousand maracas at once.

    "Now
were being followed by rocks." He cocked his head. "Never had that
before."

    The
creatures approached his ship. "Wait!" he shouted. "No!
Stop." He waved his arms and jumped up and down. "No, no!"

    The
crustaceans ignored him.

    "Bugger,
bugger, bugger." He tumbled down the hill and shot towards the Pearl.

    Like
an army of ants, the crabs surrounded the Black Pearl's hull and hoisted her
upon their backs.

    "Oiy!
That's me ship." A half a dozen stony critters blocked his advance.
"Ye can't just pinch her from me." He stared into their itty black
eyes.

    The
crab company carried the pirate vessel up the same dune he had recently
climbed.

    Panic
beat against his chest. His ship was being commandeered by a lot of crabs. He
glanced at his mini sentries and then at his beloved Black Pearl.

    No
choice.

    Jack
tore off in pursuit of the Black Pearl. "Come back with me ship!" he
shouted.

    The
Pearl continued moving away.

    "Just
like a woman, I'm always chasin' her."

    With
every second, the vessel grew smaller.

    The
gleaming windows of his cabin and the sturdy rudder disappeared over the crest.

    He
scrambled up the ridge panting, and came to a dead stop. The endless sand faded
into the brightest azure water. If not for the fact he had no rum, he'd swear
he were three sheets.

    A
blessed wind blew and fanned his hot skin. The scent of salt clung to her tail.
He took a deep breath and pulled in as much air his lungs could hold.

    Whitecaps
topped the blue-green waves as they rushed against the sudden shore. The gentle
whoosh-whoosh was music to his ears.

    Now
he were getting some where.

    He
sprinted toward the coast and the Black Pearl as she returned to her rightful
place upon the sea. His heart swelled.

    Now
to find a way out of The Locker.

He had a score to
square with ole' fish face and one Miss Elizabeth Swan.
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