The crew of the Black Pearl grew increasingly restless as the small, somewhat crescent shaped Isle of Eigg became larger in each spyglass. From the moment that Jack had announced that the Island had been spotted, the crew seemed to be teeming with life and excitement, they all wanted a break from their duties and a little more time to party, for whatever reason. Along with the spotting of the island, came the spotting of another ship, a ship which was later identified as belonging to a certain Captain Turner. Jack was pleased with this information, Evangeline could see, it meant he could get right down to business with his old friend, whatever that business was.
The news of the sighting, however, had a different effect on Evangeline. It made her nervous; it signified the short amount of time until they reached the shores of Scotland. It signified the short of time she had left with Jack. Try as she might, she could not forget the impending doom that Scotland was bringing upon her life, she could not forget that on the shores of the country, Jack Sparrow's true love lay waiting.
"Why so quiet, luv?" Jack asked as he came up behind her.
"I'm only thinking," she replied in a whisper.
After a few seconds had gone by without Evangeline responding to his question, Jack nodded his head and let out a loud sigh, as if to say he understood that she didn't want to be interrupted.
"I shall leave ya to your thoughts then."
She wished he hadn't. Her thoughts weren't ones she wanted to be thinking.
By the time they reached the shore of Eigg, the men had gathered every crate and bottle of rum onboard as well as some food they managed to lift, and other such things used for a celebration. They trudged across the white sand, to the lush grass, hollering and shouting at one another, already beginning to open bottles and lean their heads back for massive swigs. The island was wide and a few hundred yards from the shore line, a down of sumptuous greenery began. Sparkling sands were before that, and beyond; daring cliffs and the unknown. The entire island was surrounded by dark blue water and bold whitecaps, nothing like the waters of the Caribbean, the waters reminded Evangeline of home. The sky was riddled with clouds, but it did not threaten rain, only a bit of gloom, which was the Scottish way indeed.
Evangeline was helped down the rope ladder by Mr. Gibbs, who simply wouldn't take no for an answer when he asked her if he could be of assistance. She obliged, to say the least. She thanked him as she reached the bottom and surveyed the isle again. She found herself standing next to Jack who was looking off towards the cliffs where a group of people were emerging.
"Is that Captain Turner?" she asked.
"Aye. Reckon we ought to go say hello, make our introductions and whatnot."
Following Jack at a somewhat quick pace, Evangeline wondered what this woman captain would look like. She tried to make an image of the woman in her mind before she got any closer to see features. She pictured someone tall, dark haired, perhaps rugged from her adventures and fights and wars on the high seas. A dark, deep eyed individual who sought no mercy amongst friends and enemies. Suffice it to say, Evangeline was shocked when Captain Turner came into perfect view and she was none of the things she envisioned her to be. Elizabeth Turner was rather short and most certainly fair haired. She was also beautiful. Elizabeth smiled right away, not particularly at the other woman across from her, but at Jack.
"Jack," She said mischievously, a half smile gracing her suntanned face.
"Lizzie," Jack purred in return.
It was quiet for a moment, the two captains looking at one another, catching up without using any words, any gestures, only their eyes. Geline began to feel uncomfortable in the silence, and she could tell that the few men that had come with Captain Turner felt the same. There was a tension in the air, and it was mightily thick.
"Captain Sparrow, how was your journey?" one man dared speak out.
"Hmm, oh. Long but good. And yours, sailor?"
"We had no trouble. In fact, I'm quite surprised with the time we made, we got here yesterday and we were beginning to think that you weren't going to show yourself," Elizabeth answered for the man.
"Everything is nonsense with you, Jack."
"So it is."
"Who is this then?" Elizabeth asked while gesturing towards Geline.
Jack turned to right to investigate whom Elizabeth had inquired about, a look of confusion on his face before he recognized the face of the woman standing next to him.
"Ahhh. This, Lizzie, is Evangeline, " Jack announced proudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Mrs. Turner held out her feminine yet hardworking hand so that Evangeline could shake it. She did so, and afterwards, Elizabeth returned her attentions back to Jack.
"Shall we talk business?"
"Aye. Geline, luv, why don't ya explore the island a bit? I've a few pressing matters to discuss with Captain Turner," Jack said softly before directing his words towards Turner's crew members. "Same with you lot, off ya go."
Evangeline made her way over to where Gibbs, Pintel and Ragetti were sitting on top of crates, discussing nothing of value and sipping rum. Pintel spoke up as soon as he saw her, as was his nature.
"Did ya meet Miss Elizabeth then?"
"I did," she answered, taking a seat next to Gibbs.
"Did Jack give any indication as to the nature of her being here?" Gibbs asked.
"No, it was purely formal really, just a meeting. Jack is being very secretive about his reasoning behind inviting her. I'm sure whatever Jack's motivation is, he has thought it through; it's important, I'm sure." she said, looking over her shoulder to spy the two captains.
"Aye. Well then why do ya look so nervous?"
"I'm not nervous. Just… curious, that's all."
After a while, Evangeline forgot about her worries with the captains, she helped the crew members with whatever she could and a fire was started as well. The mood was set for a celebration and nothing could slow the men down. The fire grew in stature once the sun began to set in the West and a good number of men were already drunk, filling the slightly chilly air with gruff laughter and guffaws. Geline seemed to truly relax and breathe for the first time since she set foot on the Scottish Isle.
Suddenly, a call for music was sounded and instruments were pulled from crates and, it seemed, out of thin air. Guitars and fiddles and flutes; Evangeline had not been under the impression that Captain Sparrow's crew members were so talented. Members from Turner's crew joined as well, and once the equipment was tuned to everyone's liking, the sounds of Celtic music filled everyone's ears. Men hopped up and joined arms, spinning drunkenly around the fire and Geline began to clap and stomp along with the others as she heard the sound of her own laughter mix in with the exotic noises.
"Wud ya care fer a dance, Miss Geline?"
Evangeline turned and saw Ragetti kneeling beside her, a rather large grin on his face and his hand extended towards her.
"I…I don't know how!" she shouted back over the music.
"Ya don't have to!" Pintel interjected as he popped up next to Ragetti.
And all of a sudden, she was pulled to her feet, spinning, twirling and being passed around the fire on the arms of the men as the music picked up. Her heart was racing, there was heat all around her, her feet were bare in the sand and she hadn't a care in the world. She let go of all her inhabitations, kept her eyes closed for as long as she could, hands directing her away from danger and kept her in the loop. Laughing, happy faces passed her in a blur, faster and faster. It was all hopping and clapping, spinning and shouting, nothing like anything she had ever experienced. Someone grabbed both her hands and she was turning so fast, hardly able to keep up, loving the feeling that she could fall at any moment. And then she was passed on again and again until she slipped and clashed into someone as the music stopped. Laughing, she looked up and locked eyes with Jack.
"Whoa, there luv. Ya alright?" He asked, chuckling, holding onto her.
"Y..yes. I'm fine. Thank you."
Another round of music began, but not like before. This tune was soft, slow and almost romantic; she had a feeling it was being played on purpose, silly sounding or not. She looked around her and saw that the men were groggily holding each other close, perhaps pretending the other was a lovely woman from back home.
"Would ya like to dance, luv?" Jack asked quietly, still holding onto her.
The question took her by surprise and she looked up at him nervously. Surely, he was joking. He was sporting his little half smile, waiting for her to answer.
"Yes," she whispered, not daring enough to say more.
Jack smiled, pulled her close, wrapped an arm around her waist, and laced his free hand with hers as he slowly began to sway. Geline's heart raced and jolted more violently then it had earlier. To feel him against her was wonderful and she closed her eyes, letting him lead. Neither of them said a word, they merely responded to each other's movements and Evangeline was terrified of opening her eyes, thinking that if she did so, it would end. Jack spun her around and pulled her back again, falling back into sync.
"Ya can open yer eyes, ya know," he whispered.
Reluctantly, she did so, and she was instantly pleased that she did. Jack was smiling down at her, the light of the fire reflecting off his skin, and she was struck again at how painfully handsome he was. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest; slow and rhythmic as they swayed back and forth.
"Hello, there," Jack said, again in a whisper.
"What do ya think of this little island?"
"Beautiful. It's…beautiful," she replied.
"Aye," he said simply, spinning her again, "So are you, if ya don't mind me sayin' so."
Evangeline could feel herself instantly blush at his compliment and she found it hard to breathe for a moment. She must be dreaming, it was the only logical explanation.
"I don't…I don't mind it at all," she stuttered.
Then it was quiet again, expect for the music, which hung in the air like a declaration of love waiting to be acknowledged. They were so close, she could hear him breathe and she loved every second of it. She didn't want to let go, tomorrow they would be on the mainland and soon she would no longer be in his arms. She didn't want to let go but the music came to a close and her heart fell as Jack pulled away.
"Thanks for the dance, luv," he said, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it lightly
"You're welcome," she whispered back, shivers entering her body and exiting just as quick.
"Enjoy the rest of the night; I've things to attend too. I'll be on board should ya need me."
"Alright," she said, still a bit high from what had just happened.
A few hours later, the men had all but tired out or fell down drunk. The fire still burned bright but everyone was off sleeping or doing as they wished. After Jack left, the men pressed Evangeline for details of their romantic dance and gave her a bit of a hard time, but she didn't care, she was still in a fog. Later, she somehow found herself by the shore, sitting cross-legged in the sand, alone. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the sky and took in the sight of the stars. They were scattered across a canvas of black, billions, trillions of them and she wished she could keep track of how many there were. Some were brighter than others, bigger too, but some she could barely make out and she wondered why they didn't all shine the same way, with the same intensity. A chill passed through her and she brought her hand to her lips and blew warm breath onto them.
Hearing soft footsteps behind her, she turned her head and saw a barefoot Jack heading her way. His pant legs were rolled up, his shirt hung loose and open and he was stepping quite wearily along the shoreline. He looked up and smiled, he had been unaware of her presence.
"What are ya doin' here all by yer lonesome, luv?" He asked, closing the gap between them.
"I was just looking at the stars. What about you? I thought you had things to do on the Pearl."
"I did," He said as he sat down next to her and copied her cross-legged style, "But I couldn't think all cooped up in me quarters, I had to get out and get some air. Ya were lookin' at the stars, ya say?"
"Yes. There's just so many of them."
"Aye, and look up there," Jack said, as he pointed up and to the right.
"What is it?"
"That, luv, is the constellation Cassiopeia."
Evangeline gave him a sideways glance.
He returned the glance in a slightly more bewildered manner.
"Cassiopeia. Can't you see it?"
Looking up again, she tried to focus on what Jack had pointed out, but all she saw was a sky riddled with lights. She shook her head.
"Look at where I'm pointin' luv," Jack said as he grabbed her hand and made her follow his line of site.
She focused more on the fact of their hands touching then on the sky.
"There are five stars, and when connected, they make sort of a…well. Just watch."
Jack traced the image of the somewhat stretched out "W" that was the constellation.
"Do ya see it now?"
"Yes. What is it though?"
"Well," Jack said, releasing her hand and leaning back a bit, "Legend says that Cassiopeia was a Queen from long ago. She was very beautiful but vain and arrogant, as was her daughter, Andromeda. They thought themselves to be the most beautiful women who ever lived. Now, this upset the God of the Sea, Poseidon, and he wanted to punish Cassiopeia and her daughter. He ordered there to be a flood on their Kingdom, but an Oracle told Cassiopeia that the only way to spare the Kingdom was for Andromeda to be sacrificed.
So, the Queen left her daughter tied to a rock by the sea so that she would be taken by Cetus, a terrible sea beastie of sorts. Luckily for Andromeda, a hero named Perseus saved her just in time, and they were married. As for Cassiopeia, Poseidon still wished to punish for her conceitedness so he chained her to a chair in the heavens for all eternity, upside-down. Of course, this is just a story."
Evangeline looked up again at the constellation and thought about what it might be like to be turned upside down for all of time, everyone always staring at you and talking of your mistakes and misfortunes.
"I didn't know the stars had such a history, or even such stories. Where did you learn this?"
"Oh, I've just gathered stories in my travels, luv. I'll have ta tell ya some more another time. I've got plenty, and not just about stars, either," He said with a smile.
"I would like that," she replied.
Although, she doubted he would have time after tomorrow and after what Scotland would bring.
"You're shiverin', I should have brought my jacket."
"Oh, I'm fine. Really. Where is Captain Turner?"
"Ahhh. Lizzie. She's around her somewhere. What did ya think of her?"
"She was lovely."
Jack laughed loudly.
"Aye, that she is. She's also quite a hellion, that one. She killed me once, ya know."
"I heard. Did it hurt? I mean, when she just left you on your ship? Were you angry?
Jack stopped to think for a moment, perhaps reflect on past emotions.
"I was angry for a while. And I don't remember any pain, it was over so quickly. The one thing I do remember was the God awful breath of the monster she left me in the hands of…well, tentacles of."
"You know I had no other choice," a voice rang out from behind them.
They both turned to meet Elizabeth Turner standing with her arms folded across her chest, a soft look on her face.
"I know, I know. What are you doin' over here?"
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I've been looking for you everywhere… we have a problem Jack."
"Our arrangement, the plans. I've run into something on the…." Elizabeth stopped and turned to Evangeline, rethinking her words before continuing. "I just need your help with something."
"Alright," Jack said as he stood, understanding the situation.
"I really am sorry to tear him away," She said again.
"It's quite alright."
"Sorry darlin', goodnight," Jack said, bending down to kiss her cheek.
Evangeline blushed and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Captain Turner witness her do so.
"Goodnight," she answered back quickly.
She watched them walk off into the direction of the Pearl and then looked back up at the stars and pondered on the calamity of Cassiopeia.