Uneasy Greetings (Captain Jack Sparrow)
Elizabeth was livid, absolutely angry over the fact that Beckett had neither apologized, nor denied what he'd done to her father. In fact she was sure he flaunted it. He chose his fate. No, you killed him you ugly little.. Her mind wasn't focused, not completely. She'd handed Jack over for Will. But had Will sold them out? And Barbosa was none too happy about her handing Jack over. In fact he was saying something about Calypso. The small boat rocked to and fro as they came back to the Pearl.
The silence was deafening. Barbosa climbed out first, followed by Will who extended his hand to her, Elizabeth refused to take it. He made a deal with Beckett, how could he? He knew Beckett had killed her father! He knew it! How could he? In her blistering anger she pushed the hand away but missed the rigging to climb up. Instead she plummeted between long boat and the Black pearl and into the water.
It was cold. She gasped a quick breath just as something grabbed hold of her boot and pulled her under. The pirates above no doubt were alarmed. But the last thing Elizabeth saw was the dark belly of the Pearl and the last bubbles of air as she plummeted further into the cold Caribbean water.
It felt like hours.
Wasn't she drowning?
Was she dead already?
Cracking open an eye carefully the icy feel of water melted away, instead there was a pier. Wooden docks. Elizabeth pulled her head further up. This was no cove she knew. No place she'd ever been. it couldn't be the locker could it? She jumped to her feet, nearly tripping over the bag that was beside her. The tag read Elizabeth Swann. Her bag? How did it.. Where was..
She was dry as a bone. And it didn't smell like home. It didn't feel like home. From the corner of her eye she spotted a ship. Not just any ship. The ship with black sails that she knew all too well. The Pearl. Bending down swiftly she grabbed her bag and felt for the Jian at her side. Pulling the blade from it's scabbard she hurried down the docks, carefully avoiding anything that looked suspicious, and every little thing did. Unnatural lights. No candles.
She was dead. This was not the Caribbean.
But the Pearl.
Elizabeth stood on the dock beside the Pearl and looked around.
"Hello?" She sounded so utterly small. That didn't sound like a Pirate King.
"HEY. IS ANYONE ON BOARD?" That sounded better, more commanding. Elizabeth still felt terrified.. She heard boots. On the wooden deck of the pearl. She twisted her head up to see who was coming.