The Black Sails of Deceit

[Jacky]

Aye. Under the sound of the drums, I'm lead towards the higher platform through the mass of people. I'm handcuffed, and a little dizzy cos I didn't eat much lately. But I keep my chin up high as I follow the prosecutors to the noose.

Ah, I suppose this would be a good time for a PLAN.

[Daz]

Meanwhile I'm still at home argueing with everyone that tells me that Jack is a criminal and a pirate and that its his own fault hes got himself into this.
They know nothing of who he is.
They act as pirates are some kind of monster... and dont seem to realise that behind everything these men put up on the outside, that behind that there are still people. We are all the same.
Though it seems different from the outside looking in, they are all there for a reason and they all still know the differences between love and hate. They have emotions.

I hate how everyone around me talks of them as scum.. when at the end of the day, the only difference between the two classes is money. If you were starving... theres no doubt you'd steal something to survive.
Nobodies perfect.

"Elizabeth, we'll be late for the hanging." My father calls

"... " I shudder slightly. Adjusting my dress in the mirror. The ring Jack gave me is on a necklace that I place around my neck.
And beneath one of my skirts I hide a cutlass... that I had previously 'borrowed' from my fathers study.

"I'm coming.." I reply to him and make my way to the doorway and onto the coach.

[Jacky]

As I'm told to step onto the platform my gaze travels to the higher seats, where Elizabeth and her father and then-fiancee sat last time. She's not there now, and I frown slightly. Where is she..? She promised she would come, after all. And for a moment, I'm actually scared.

Aye, the hanging *worries* me, certainly. But fear is not something I am entirely familiar with in terms of deeply-rooted fear of death. I fear captivity and loss more than I fear death. But here I stand, feet on the edge of life, and I'm *scared*. Because she's not there. Because everywhere around me I see the faces of those who want to see me die. Eyes that see me as the dirt of the world, as the lowlife criminal without a heart.

And nobody here knows who I am.
Unlike her.

But the hanging is not starting yet. The man who's hired to read out my crimes is holding his tongue still, and people are whispering about what takes it so long. I glance over to the direction of the ocean, eventhough I can't see it, I know it's there.

Whatever's delaying this whole thing.. I'm taking my time to try and find a last way out.

[Daz]

We arrive at the site of hanging.
As I step out of the carriage, I can see Jack ahead of me.
My eyes stay upon him as I follow my father and others along to our own, private, 'veiwing' area.

[Jacky]

As I see Elizabeth appear I give her a golden grin. Without any shame, without any subtle-ty. I grin at her, cos I'm glad she's there and that makes the whole situation a whole lot brighter.

[Daz]

I see my father shoot him a glare. As does norrington.
I give a very faint, glimmer of a smile in return. One that only he would know is there.

[Jacky]

I smirk at her father's reaction, quite amused. The sound of the drum dims for a moment, as my list of crimes is being read. I look at the sky, not really listening to them. I was there, after all, I know what it's about.

[Daz]

I keep my eyes upon the floor as they are read out, hoping that Jack will find someway out of this..

[Jacky]

I frown when a new crime added to the list is 'kidnapping the governors daughter'. I look up and glance over to Elizabeth, then to the one reading crimes.

[Daz]

I frown and look up sharply. And without thinking I stand.

"Thats to true!"

"Elizabeth! Sit down immediatly!"

"NO! I will not let you kill and detroy an innocent man!" I start to make my way through to the platform. What was once silence is now a roar of mumbling and muttering, as the crowd wonder what the heck is going on.