HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO?

Chapter 1:

What wouldn't she do for Jack Sparrow?

To see him again, to hear his voice again, to touch his chest again....to kiss him again.

The thoughts ran through Elizabeth's mind as she sat in the hut of Tia Dalma. Tia Dalma came by and offered her some rum. She took it reluctantly. She couldn't wash these troubles away with rum, she couldn't fill the empty space inside her with this vile drink...She watched as all the others toasted and drank from the goblets. She began to grow angry. Look at all these people, these PIRATES...just drinking up their sorrows, hoping they'll get so incapacitated that the pain will fade, they'll become numb.

"THE PAIN IS REAL" she broke the mourning silence, "YOU CAN'T DROWN IT OUT"

Everyone just stared at Elizabeth. She threw her tankard against the wall in rage. It's contents dripped down the wooden wall of Tia Dalma's hut. "Don't you people see? We need to save Jack, before he's lost to Davy Jones -" Mr. Gibbs cut her off "And where do you propose we start? Jack is dead lass, you can't go searching for the dead." Tia Dalma sat quietly and watched the proceedings.

Elizabeth felt like someone had ripped out her heart and thrown it against the wall in the same fashion that she'd thrown her drink. To hear those words, Jack is dead, it seemed so final, so real...the results of her actions were beginning to sink in. She got up and went onto the dock that surrounded the hut. She sat at the edge and stared at her reflection in the murky water. She looked like hell. Her hair was matted and wet, her face was caked with dirt...yet as she peered at her own reflection she knew these changes were the least of her worries right now.

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