I open my eyes the next morning and notice that I'm cuddled up to Jack. Confused as to what happened the night before, I sit up and immediately a throbbing pain in my head becomes very clear.
    "Good morning, love," I hear Jack say and open my eyes to see him sitting up and Elizabeth throwing barrels onto a fire.
   "Good morning," I mumble back, still trying to figure out what happened last night. "Um, Jack?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion, looking at Elizabeth.
  "Yes?" he says, smiling sweetly. I point to Elizabeth and he jumps up. "No! Not good! Stop!" he shouts, running towards her as she throws more barrels into the growing pile, "Not good! What are you doing?" I slowly stand up, "You've burned all the food, the shade, the rum!" I make my way over to them and lean on Jack's shoulder, eyes squinted in an attempt to limit the light hitting my eyes.
   "Yes. The rum is gone," Elizabeth says, her back turned to the two of us.
   "Why's the rum gone?" I ask, disappointed and angry.
   "One, because it is a most vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels! I saw what you were doing to Y/N, I'm not an idiot," she says and Jack glances at my still confused face, "Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" she finishes yelling at us.
   "But why's the rum gone?" I ask again.
   "Just you wait Captain Sparrow and miss Jones. Give it one hour, maybe two keep a weather eye open, and you will see white sails on that horizon," Elizabeth finishes talking again and sits down on the beach. Jack quickly pulls out his gun, furious with the girl. I put a hand out and grab the barrel.
   "Jack...one shot," is all I say and he sighs dejectedly and puts the gun back. Jack storms off and I follow quickly behind. He frustratedly grumbles to himself as I try to recall the events of the previous night. After about a minute of walking, he stops dead in his tracks and I run directly into him. I look up to see what he's staring at.
   "Bloody hell," I mumble as I spot the Royal Navy ship on the island coast.
   "There'll be no living with her after this," Jack says and I nod in agreement.

   Soon enough the three of us are on board and I try my best to avoid any interaction with the governor.
   "But we must save Will!" Elizabeth shouts at her father.
   "No. You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go galavanting after pirates!" Governor Swann yells back.
   "Then we condemn him to death," she says in response and I look down.
   "The boy's fate is regrettable but so is his decision to engage in piracy," her father responds. It takes everything in my power to not scream that we should save him. I'm just a pirate in their eyes, now, they wouldn't even listen if I tried.
   "To rescue me. To prevent anything from happening to me," Elizabeth pleads.
   "If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion," Jack speaks up, "The Pearl was listing after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up, eh?" I step up next to him.
"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself," Norrington says.
"Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me," Elizabeth continues to plead with Norrington, "As a wedding gift."
"Elizabeth?" the governor looks shocked, "Are you accepting the commodore's proposal?" he asks and Norrington looks at her expectantly.
"I am," she says, looking back at him.
"A wedding. I love weddings! Drinks all around!" Jack exclaims, putting an arm around my shoulders. "I know," Jack says, putting his arms out ready to be handcuffed, "clap us in irons," I put my hands out too, "right?" the two of us smile sheepishly.
"Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with a bearing to Isla de Muerta. Miss Jones will stay by your side, heavily guarded and cuffed," Norrington smiles evilly at Jack, "You two will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase 'silent as the grave.' Do I make myself clear?"
   "Inescapably clear," Jack says and I just nod as the men chain me up and push us both toward the helm. I swallow nervously as we start to head back towards the island.