!!This is not the end!! this is the end of COTBP. To tell you the truth, I love her review, I think I will continue the story.

Author's note: Yeah, I was gone for a while, in reality; I went back into my fluff comic, did some pictures, doodled some crap, and then I was like 'oh yeah I have an account on fan fiction' so I came back to see that my CYOA was blooming with reviewers. Which oddly inspired me to write more for this (now don't think I only update for reviews; I'm not a "34 reviews or I won't update this half a page in word and cuts you off at an halfassed cliffhanger that's not really a cliffhanger it's just me writing three words and not finishing the whole sentence!" Kind of person. [You might have caught some bitter in my words?] No, it's just that I have seven personalities that I have to rewrite with and halfassed attempt at being 'completely different'. It's hard man) Yes, all of your reviews brought smiles to my face; so much so, that I ran up to random people and told them of each time I've gotten an review.

Off that note; halfassed spotlight time =D *Peewee Herman secret word (or whatever) music*

"are you gonna continue this into the next 2 Pirates?" This question was asked by IzzyoftehRandomanius.

Answer: Yes, yes I am, but the problem is, not for a short while. You see, as I was writing this, I notice that the story was going to be over in, what, three chapters?!?!? I'm sorry, but I hate it when a story ends quickly (I think it needs at least twenty chapters) because than I feel like everything was rushed, especially if it's a romance. Anyways, off topic, I will move this to the other two; but I feel you really didn't get any Jack time—curses and skeleton men who wants to kill ya really cramps the mood, ya know? So I'm going have continued chapters of what happened after the COTB and before DMC. So you and Jack can get extra cuddily; or not *shrugs*

On that note, I also felt like this was a cheap CYOA, but it's hard to make one when I have to follow the story line of someone else; so with adieu to the CYOA you know in this three chapters, it's going to get a lot more twisty turvy, and original in the next one!

Oh, I don't know if anyone truly mentioned it, but did it feel like you fell for Jack fast, and hard!? Well worry no more; you're not truly 'in love with him'. I will be your mother, for like, five seconds "You can not fall in love in one month young lady (…man?)! Now clean your room." Ah, brought ya back some? Anyways, you're not truly in love, just a little crush; I mean think about it, how did you feel when you watch POTC, or any other Johnny Depp movie; you fell for Jack hard and you know it—you watched five minutes of it and said "That's my man."—probably didn't watch it yet, you looked at the cover: "Mine." I know you did, don't hide it, it's natural.

But really, I do have major crushes like that, I see a hot guy, and think I'm in love; sorry, I'm romantic *laugh snobbishly* But yeah, just a crush—of course it'll turn eventually, but not that quickly! Think of it as lust.

One more thing; your going to sound like a whiny baby in this one, so cringe in disgust, and tell me about it in a review; just don't forget—you'll be home sick and heart broken! So be gentle.

I know the note is killer, you really don't have to read it—I made it entertaining though, so you should enjoy reading it. But hey it's brain food to read; stop bitch'n, your on a reading sight for fuck sakes (see, if you'd ignored this, you wouldn't have been verbally abused by words—oh, and I love you =D… and yes, in 'that' way.) Please excused the spelling error, my mother messed up my spell check in word.


&&&Lost&&&

You heard someone shout and you looked up, rubbing your eyes; you saw a dark, black looking ship gaining on your ship. You blinked and slowly stood up.

"Hands aloft to loose t'gallants. With this wind she'll carry every sail we've got." You heard Gibbs shout.

Men started to scatter around, you had no idea what Gibbs just said, but you knew that it was something to do with losing that gaining ship. You heard someone walking quickly up the stairs, when you rounded the corner, you saw Elizabeth walking to Gibbs.

"What's happening?" She asked, you gotten closer to hear Gibbs answer.

"The Black Pearl, she's gaining on us." It was Anamaria who answer, she bounded down the steps and looked off to where the black ship was, the Black Pearl.

"This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean." Elizabeth said with shock, you assumed that she'd know since it was made in her home town.

"You can tell them that after they've caught us." Anamaria said sarcastically.

"We're shallow on the draft, right?" Elizabeth asked.

"Aye." Anamaria nodded.

"Well, then can't we lose them amongst those shoals?" Elizabeth said annoyed.

"We don't have to outrun them long, just long enough." Gibbs cut in, walking past you all.

"Lighten the ship, stem to stern." Anamaria barked out, leaving you to maintain the wheel.

"Anything that we can afford to lose…see that it's lost." Gibbs said grimly.

You just stood there, you had no idea what to do, they were fairing without you; well, as much as they could with a gaining pirate ship on their trails. You turn to see Will running up the stairs, he pause for a second, but you break eye contact. You hear Gibbs telling Will to help get rid of the junk that's weighing down the ship. Everyone grabs stuff and toss it over the ship, your eyes stayed on Will. Will looks out at the Black Pearl and sees that some oars stops a sliding cannon from being thrown off the boat.

"We're gonna need that." He said.

Anamaria looks over to where you and Will were looking, "It was a good plan up 'till now."

"Gibbs! We have to make a stand. We must fight! Load the guns!" Will called out to Gibbs.

"With what?" Anamaria countered, they threw everything off the ship.

"Anything. Everything! Anything we have left." Will said.

"Load the guns! Take shot and langrage. Nails and crushed glass! With a will!" Gibbs shouted to the crew. They stuff cutlery and other assorted items into the cannons including Gibbs's canteen. "The Pearl is going to luff up on our port quarter. She'll rake us without ever presenting a target." Gibbs muttered.

"Lower the anchor on the right side. On the starboard side!" Elizabeth shouted. You just watched everyone run around, you'd no ideas of boats!

"It certainly has the element of surprise." Will mumbled.

"You're daft, lady! You both are!" Anamaria exclaimed, she didn't seem to have much faith.

"Daft like Jack!" Gibbs commented and your heart lurched, "Lower the starboard anchor! Do it ye dogs or it's you we'll load into the cannons!" The crew did as told.

"Let go." Elizabeth said to Anamaria, she let go of the wheel and the ship swings about; shaking you on your feet.

"Keep us steady now. Now!" Will said, readying the cannons.

"Fire!" Elizabeth shouted. Just as the ship fired, the Black Pearl did as well.

"We could use a few more ideas, lass." Gibbs muttered to Elizabeth.

"Your turn." She sighed, out of ideas.

"We need us a devil's dowry." Gibbs sighed.

"We'll give them her." Anamaria said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Elizabeth. Your eyes widen; what the hell now?

"She's not what they're after." Will said. Elizabeth grabbed at her neck and looked down.

"The medallion." She whispered. Will dash off bellow deck.

You look off to the side of the ship and gasp, the Black Pearl was basically side by side. You heard a gun shots as the mast falls over; grapple hooks are thrown as pirates board the Interceptor. You do the only thing you really could do at this point—haul ass and find a place to hide. The ship was virtually empty since they thrown everything over, you hid behind the small superstructure and began to search your body frantically for anything that could be used as a blunt or sharp weapon, an earring/belt buckle/sharp heel/anything.

"Ay…!Oh…!" You heard faintly, it was so distant, you thought you imagined it; it kind of sounded like 'cheerios' or 'below', you couldn't tell.

You kept searching, until you found a comb on your person. You thanked god that you decided to be prissy that day and brought one. The comb was a flimsy plastic, but it had a pointed bottom on the end for if you ever had the urge to part your hair. You gulped, it was time to start shaking people; you just hope the prison movies taught you well.

You squeezed your eyes close as you heard the pirates run around once they boarded the ship. "Jack!" You heard Gibbs shout and quickly opend your eyes.

"Bloody empty." You heard the drunken murmur, "That's not very nice. Where's the medallion?" You heard Jack say to someone darkly.

You grinned from ear to ear, Jack was alive! Uninjured! And he was here! And you were babbling like a Japanese school girl on one of them amines. God you hated your small girl metabolism, you'd get a crush on anything that was male and hot and swear you were in love. You hoped that was all this was; maybe it won't hurt so much when you wake up.

"Wretch!" You hear Elizabeth shout, there seemed to be a smack of skin contact, but it didn't sound like someone was slapped.

"Ah, where's dear William?" You heard Jack ask calmly.

"Will…" Elizabeth seemed at a lose as a few seconds went by, "Will!" You heard her call.

"Ill…beth!" You heard the murmur again, it must have been Will!

"Monkey!" You hear Jack call and then stomps and an 'eek'. If you weren't confused before, you were now.

"Why thank you, Jack." You shook at the voice. It wasn't really deep, but it was scratchy and creepy; plus it was so loud, you knew it was coming from the other side of this small superstructure.

"You're welcome." You heard Jack say, and blinked in confusion.

"Not you. We named the monkey Jack." You blinked more, so there was a monkey, and not just one of Jack's drunken shouts of insanity, "Gents, our hope is restored!" You heard the man shout off.

You began to shake as you heard cheers, you had a feeling that your 'stable' crew had lost. You heard the hiss of small pellets trail on the ground, people were walking around calmly. It had gotten quiet, excepted for the hissing and sparks of something; so you thought either they were dead, or they all bitched out and left you. You stood up to see an empty ship—mother fuckers! They did leave you, damn, damn; now what! You screamed in your head, clutching the comb. You still heard the hissing and looked to see a sparking flame trail up a line to some barrels; you were screwed if that was some old time acme bombs.

You jumped as something wet touch your shoulders, you turned to see a soaked Will. "Those are explosives; we have to get out of here." He said.

Your eyes watered.

37: Forgive Will; you understand the pressure of choosing your life over another. (go to the words with 37)

38: Start over with Will; he's the only help you got right now. (go to the words with 38)

39: Start over with Will; Jack didn't even come looking for you, he is so not hot now! (go to the words with 39)

40: forgive Will; thinking it over, Jack was being very selfish.(go to the words with 40)

41: Start over with Will; you need him now, Jack's dead weight at the moment (go to the words with41)

42: Forgive Will; you can't stay mad at people long, especially when they were only defending themselves!(go to the words with 42)

43: Start over with Will; he's still a prick, but Jackass didn't even stop and think about you!(go to the words with 43)

43.43.43He's still a prick43.43.43

You scowled but grabbed Will's out stretched hand anyways, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in fascination, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were wailing like a baby; again. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't even help, you didn't even care, this all felt like some terminator shit; this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratchy guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said; you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you cursed in your head.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You sneerd, was he retarded; Idiot kills himself, and he can kiss princess goodbye.

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why Idiot would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You chuckled softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to kill this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will blabbed, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free; it was you who failed to specify when or where." Hm, tricky bastard; you pulled your comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently covered in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton slip up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You heard Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Dirty old man, you sneered.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you smiled at his pain, he deserves it for using Will and leaving you… You furrow your brows, that didn't feel good like it used to.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own bullshit story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're distracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; fuck this, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that dickhead. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

38.38.38He's the only help you got right now38.38.38

You hesitated but grabbed Will's out stretched hand anyways, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in awe, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't even help, you just closed your eyes, this all felt like some matrix spoof; this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you shook your head to get rid of it.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You sighed; it's all pointless if he dies.

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why suicidal Joe would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You laughed softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to ignore this hopeless school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will blurted, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." He was slimy; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently coverd in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Uh, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton slip up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You heard Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You shook your head at Jack attempt to schmooze his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Filthy pig, you cringed.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you were indifferent to his pain, he deserves it for using Will and leaving you… You furrow your brows, that didn't make you feel any better.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own tall tale story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're distracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; whatever, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that creep. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

41.41.41You need him now41.41.41

You scoffed but grabbed Will's out stretched hand anyways, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in disbelieve, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again, in front of Will no less. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't help, why should you, this was like some prissy princess floof movie; this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you mentally slapped yourself.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You gawked; freak'n show off, what was he trying to do, be a hero?

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why firuthead would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You snickered softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to kill this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will sung like a canary, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." Eh? That sly toad; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently coverd in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton slip up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You head Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Typical male, you scoffed.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack ." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack ! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you smiled at his pain, he deserves it for using Will and leaving you… You furrow your brows; that seemed kind of… mean.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own ratass story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're distracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; yeah right, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that chauvinistic pig. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

39.39.39Jack didn't even come looking for you39.39.39

You huffed but grabbed Will's out stretched hand anyways, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in pure shock, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again, in front of Will no less. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchered Pearl. You didn't help, why should you, this was like some fabio movie; this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you upturned your noes.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You gasped; he's too cute to die with a hole in his head!

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why firuthead would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You snickered softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to cover this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will let the cat out of the bag, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." The nerve, he's tricky; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently covered in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton slip up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You head Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Pervert, you sneered.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you jeered at his pain, he deserves it for using Will and leaving you… You furrow your brows; you kind of felt bad.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own high stalk story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're distracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; feh, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that perverted scoundrels. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

42.42.42You can't stay mad at people long42.42.42

You smile and grabbed Will's out stretched hand, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in excitement, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again, at least your expressing yourself. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't help, you head was jumbled, this was like some Indiana Jones shit; this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you patted you cheeks to rid them of the blush.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You blinked; killing himself would do what exactly?!

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why firuthead would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You laughed softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to get rid of this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will spilled the beans, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." What cad! He wasn't a cool guy at all; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently coverd in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton slip up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You head Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." What dog, you frown.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you frowned at his pain, he deserves something for using Will and leaving you. You furrow your brows; but he didn't deserve this.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own lie and a half story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're distracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; skip this, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that jerk off. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

37.37.37You understand the pressure37.37.37

You smile and nodded grabbing Will's out stretched hand, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in amazement, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again, everything was so overwhelming. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't help, you were so exhausted; this was like some Mr and Mrs Smith movie—this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you blush; shaking your head to stay focus.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You stopped breathing; he didn't have to kill himself!

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why firuthead would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You laughed softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to get snuff out this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will told, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." The fiend, what did you expected for someone like him; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently covered in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton silp up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You head Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Slim, you frown.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you frowned at his pain, he deserves something for using Will and leaving you. You furrow your brows; this was going too far.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're detracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; no, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that villain. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

40.40.40Jack was being very selfish40.40.40

You smile softly and grabing Will's out stretched hand, instead of running with you, he tossed you up and held you bridal style; he held you close to his chest and jumped off the boat, diving into the water. The impact was lessened by Will's arms, but you still felt dizzy and confused as he pulled your head over water. The boat exploded and you watched in horror, Will had to push your head back under so you wouldn't get thwapt by debris. You gasped back up and had to clutch onto Will to stay afloat in the rocky waters.

You and Will were breathing heavy as you both tried to collect yourself. Will stared down at you and his eyes softened, you felt your body shake out a sob; you couldn't believe you were crying again, you felt so lost. Will hugged you and began to swim towards the anchored Pearl. You didn't help, you were so exhausted; this was like some horror novel—this dream was too real!

Will stopped at the ship's port side and pulled you away some. "I need you to go hide, don't make a sound." He whispered. You nodded and allowed him to carry you up the side of the ship, you felt something hard and pointy at his hip, but ignored it.

The men were more off to the side and were thankfully not looking in your direction. You skittered off to the Pearl's superstructure; your favorite and apparently effective hiding spot.

"-It holds fair now that you return the favor." You heard the scratch guy say, you peeked over to see a man with a big hat and a white bushy beard, push Elizabeth to the crew.

Will jump on deck, "Barbossa!" He called.

"Will." Elizabeth sighed in relief.

"She goes free." Will said, pulling out a pistol and points it at Barbossa.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa didn't seem to care that he had a gun pointed at him; he said it as if it was a joke.

"She goes free!" Will repeated.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa said, you were completely confused now.

"Don't do anything stupid." Jack warned, your heart clenched at the sight of him and you blush hard each time you thought of it.

"You can't…I can." Will ignored Jack and turned the gun around, pointing it at himself. You covered your mouth; there was another way, right?!

"Like that." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, he was probably wondering why firuthead would think he cared.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch." Jack said quickly. You laughed softly at the 'eunuch' part, but then remembered you were trying to get snuff out this damn school girl crush.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will spilled, you had a feeling that that wasn't a good thing.

"He's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." A man said frightfully.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." Will threaten.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa asked, serious lacing his voice. They wanted Will then?

"Elizabeth goes free." Will repeated.

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, you and Will looked to see Jack pointing at himself.

"And the crew, the crew are not to be harmed." Will added.

"Agreed." You heard the smirk string through Barbossa's words as he looked over to a pirate.

"Go on! Walk the plank!" The pirate shouted, pushing Elizabeth.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will shouted as Elizabeth struggle against the pirates.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free it was you who failed to specify when or where." The fiend, what did you expected for someone like him; you pulled you comb/knife back out. As Barbossa said this, some pirates walked up on Will and gagged him, "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" Barbossa's wanton words made you and Elizabeth's skin crawl.

"Aye." His lackeys agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." Barbossa said suddenly.

Elizabeth seethe as the lovely deep red dress she was waring was removed by her own hands. She was decently coverd in her long slip, but you saw her face flame with rouge; the pirates looking at her with lustful eyes. Damn, hopefully nothing like that befalls you; because there isn't any ankle length thick cotton silp up under your gear.

"I always liked you." You head Jack say to one of the pirates holding him off. You rolled your eyes at Jack attempt to ass kiss his way out of this mess.

"It goes with your black heart." She said scornfully, throwing the dress at him.

Barbossa rubbed the dress to his face, "Ooh, it's still warm." Slim, you frown.

"Off you go! Come on!" A pirate pushed at her.

"Too long!" A man yelled at her slow pace, he then grabbed the plank and shook it.

You saw them dragging Jack over to the plank. "I really had rather hoped we were past all this." Jack spoke nervously.

"Jack." Barbossa called with mock hurt, "Jack! Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." He then turns and points out at a distant island.

"I did notice." Jack pipped coolly. He was hiding it, but you could hear the hate in his voice; you frowned at his pain, he deserves something for using Will and leaving you. You furrow your brows; this was more than enough punishment.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape. But I doubt it." Barbossa then unsheathes his sword and brandishes it at Jack's throat, "Off you go." He glared up at him.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack stalled.

"By the powers, you're right. Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa humored him. A pirate brought over the pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols." Jack milked; did he think he could get out of this? You didn't know really, he has escaped before, and even carried his own story.

"It'll be one pistol as before and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself." Barbossa growled out, impatient.

He then chucked the pistol into the water and Jack jumped out into the water for it. You see that they're destracted and run to the side of the ship quietly to see Jack swimming around in the dark water, you looked up some to see Elizabeth closer up on the island. You look back at the dirty pirates as they pushed Will over to Barbossa; no more, you weren't gonna stand there and be over powered by that cad. You dived into the water. (go to the words %%%Back hair and turtles%%%)

%%%Back hair and turtles%%%

You spit and sputter as you see the island was about ten feet away; not toot'n your horn—only because the strong tide—you were able to get there quickly. Tired, you allowed the current to drifted you on to land; all you did was stay afloat. As you flopped onto the sand like a beach whale; you laid there face first, only to hear talking.

"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him." Jack!

You liffed your head to see hem walk a few feet in front of you and over to a tree. Elizabeth followed right behind him as they stopped and Jack knocked on one's trunk. He then took four steps back and jumped up and down a few times. Elizabeth face mirrored yours in confusion, but she shook it off.

"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?" Elizabeth said encouragingly, adding a few insults here and there.

Jack sighed angrily and turned around towards her, "Last time…I was here a grand total of three days, alright? Last time-" He crouched down to the sandy floor and opened a secret cellar door "-…the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business." Jack said walking down the cellar, "Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." Jack said curtly, climbing out with two bottles of some kind of wine or liquor in his hands.

You blinked, "So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!" Elizabeth voiced your thoughts. You knew he was lying from the start; but you thought it would be more than just cheap luck!

"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." Jack smirked sarcastically and hands her a bottle.

"How predictable…" You mumbled, now rested, you stood. Jack and Elizabeth looked over to you shocked.

"Luv!" Jack said joyfully, out stretching his arms out to you.

You walked over to him as he nodded his head in approval, only to be kneed in the groin; your hand was starting to hurt from all the slapping. He gave a strangled squeak and crouched down; holding whatever was left.

"Y-you stupid…! You prick!" You were seething with anger. "You didn't even come to look for me! What if I was still tied to the bed?" You shouted.

Elizabeth blushed and looked between you and Jack awkwardly; she stepped back some—as if she was intruding on a couple's squabble. Jack composed himself and stood up, he was looking completely shocked.

"You could of slapped me! What if ya damaged someth'n…" He mumbled, not ashamed to feel around and check it out.

"You know that boat; the Inspector-!" You started and Jack laughed, you glared.

"-The Interceptor?" Elizabeth corrected, you glared over at her to but waved it of.

"The whatever!" You yelled frustrated, "It exploded—did you know that?" You asked sarcastically.

Jack got a light bulb, but then it dimmed at the realization of why you were angry. "Aw, but you made it out alive, luv!" Jack cheered, pointing at you; he reminded you of the Fonz. You slapped his hands away and he pouted.

"Yeah, no thank's to you!" You said curtly. "I'm lucky some people care about their gir-… Female friends." You crossed your arms and turned your back. Your face was on fire, you almost said that horrid 'GF' word; and in front of him! If he knew you had a crush on him, he'd run a mile.

"Oh really, and just whom might that be?" Jack said surly.

"Oh, you know 'whom'." You pushed back, he's angry?!

"Will…" You heard Elizabeth whisper, but you ignored them both. You felt something tightly gripped your arm as warm air danced across your ear.

"It seems their female friends are all they care about." You heard Jack growl in your ear; you then remembered that Will did leave with Jack, and only came back with Elizabeth. You were roughly spun around to face Elizabeth gaze off the island. "Though I can't blame him, when his female friends slattern their libidinousness out to 'em" Jack said harshly.

Your eyes widen, he was showing you Elizabeth; however, you could hear a little scorn in his words—he was silently referring to you as well. You turned around to slap him and he grabbed your wrist, Elizabeth jumped to see you fiercely glaring at him. Jack seemed unfazed and only smirked down at you—the bastard; if he's trying to hurt your feelings, then it's sure as hell working! He released you and flopped down near some charred wood.

"What now?" Elizabeth asked, breaking the pregnant silence.

"We drink." Jack said, lifting his rum bottle out into the setting sun, his back was to the both of you as he lounged on the sand.

Elizabeth looked over to you for a moment to see the hurt swirling through your eyes; she gave you a sympathetic look. You don't think she even knows why you're sad, but you still greedily sucked up the pity her eyes threw at you. Elizabeth pulled the cork off her bottle and walked over to Jack, she sat with the wood between them. That's it, from this day forth; he completely stomped out the school girl crush—you slumped down where you stood, and seethe.

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"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me." Jack and Elizabeth slurredly 'sung' as they danced around the fire.

You couldn't believe this, Elizabeth was drunk, and Jack was drunker. You really didn't know how Elizabeth had gotten drunk, it hardly seemed like she was drinking at all—but Jack on the other hand, he was on his fifth bottle.

"I love this song! Really bad eggs! Woo." Jack flops on his back, "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew and we'll sing it all the time!" Jack said, pointing to the sky.

"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main." Elizabeth giggled drunkenly; however, she sounded more sarcastic than drunk.

"Not just the Spanish Main, love, the entire ocean, the entire wo'ld. Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…is freedom." Jack rambled.

You mused on what he said; so this is how he felt? Such a passion for the sea… was the sea freedom? Freedom of what? Parent's, rules? You don't need to go out to see to get that. But this was the 1700s; maybe land was a sucky place to be on—especially for someone like Jack. You shook your head; Jack's a fractious asshole, he needs to be left alone out at sea. You grumbled to yourself; you know you were just being bitter, but not only did you hate Jack right now—you were starting to really miss your family and old friends.

"Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island." Elizabeth said; oddly enough, she 'sobered up'.

"Oh, yes." Jack said sadly, you frowned at the tone of his voice, only to get a slap in the face when he puts his arm around Elizabeth's shoulder, "But the company is infinitely better than last time, I think. And the…the scenery has definitely improved." Jack said eying her up. You scoffed and decided to turn back around to look at the forest.

"Mr. Sparrow, I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk." Elizabeth replied stunned.

"I know exactly what you mean, luv." Jack said with a sultry voice.

You just about gagged; it was a little awkward since such things like that was considered lewd back in the day, but to know what meaning it held made your stomach ting with jealousy—come on, just because you broke up with him doesn't mean it should hurt! Good god, now you two were together?! You rubbed your head to get the nonsense out; this was beginning to get annoying.

"To freedom." You heard Elizabeth say; her voice slur again, you rolled your eyes—the broad wasn't drunk.

"To the Black Pearl." You heard Jack reply back; probably toasting or something. A few minutes went by and everything went quiet.

You looked back to see Jack was out. Elizabeth stood and walked out towards the ocean; she turned her full liquor bottle over and emptied it into the sea. She tossed the bottle and stared off into the sky; you chuckled to see that she really wasn't drunk, probably didn't like the taste. Your eyes drooped as you felt sleep molest you; you rolled over and laid on the hard sand, it was better than the rickety boat… no, no it wasn't.

You open your eyes to shouting and the rank stench of burnt alcohol. You quickly sat up; think Jack might of set on fire, since he slept so closed to it—and was the only thing that smelt like liquor.

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade, the rum!" Jack shouted at Elizabeth, flailing his arms around.

"Yes, the rum is gone." Elizabeth told him.

"Why is the rum gone?" Jack asked, in disbelieve.

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" Elizabeth said curtly, pointing into the sky.

"But why is the rum gone?" Jack asked again, not accepting her answer.

Elizabeth ignores him and looks off to sea, "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon." Elizabeth rambled, sure of herself.

Jack scowl and takes out his pistol, your eyes wide, he shake his head and puts it back, he then stalks off. "Must've been terrible for you to be trapped here, Jack . Must've been terrible for you…" Jack imitates Elizabeth, "Well it bloody is now!" He looks of to sea and you follow his gaze to see a fairly big ship. "There'll be no living with her after this." He grumbled.

"What's going to happen…" You mumbled, clenching your fist, "The people at the first island didn't like me too much…" You smirked bitterly, if this was that guy with the powdered wig…

"Elizabeth!!!" You look up to see the boat closer, and hanging over the rail was the devil himself.

The man didn't even wait for the anchor; he grabbed a rope and hopped of the ship, running a ways to get to Elizabeth. "James!" Elizabeth called out; she seemed caught off guard when he crushed her into a hug. Pulling her back to look at her in the face, he lovingly cressed her cheeks.

You heard Jack mumble incoherently; James quickly pushed Elizabeth behind him and drew out his sword, pointing it a Jack's throat. Jack rolled his eyes but lifted his hands up anyways.

"Jack Sparrow, should have known a dirty vagabond like you would be up to this." James sneered, only seconds later did more gaurds come jumping off the ship, now pointing guns with knifes on the tips at you.

You all were on the ship, and Elizabeth explain all that happened, shining the light on Will more than on you or Jack—but she didn't make it out to seem like you two were bad people; but you and Jack was pretty sure that you weren't about to be off the hook.

"But we've got to save Will." Elizabeth protested when Norrington brought her father in and said he was taking her back home.

"No. You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately not go gallivanting after pirates!" Her father, who was Governor Swann, said to her. All the condescending power a parent could muster.

"Then we condemn him to death." Elizabeth said referring to what would happen to Will if they didn't go back for him.

"The boy's fate is regrettable but then so is his decision to engage in piracy." Mr Swann said, not really seeming to care; especially with the discriminating comment at the end.

"To rescue me, to prevent anything from happening to me." Elizabeth defended.

"If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion. The Pearl was listing near to scuppers 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?" Jack tried to sway; though not for the same reason as Elizabeth—he would never allow them to take the Pearl so easily, he just needed a ride.

"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself." Norrington said respectfully; though, you could see the flash of excitement through his eyes.

"Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me…as a wedding gift." Elizabeth begged. You gawked, didn't she like Will?

"Elizabeth. Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" Mr. Swan turn, a shocked but joyful smile on his face.

You and Jack looked at each other, and you both rolled your eyes. "I am." Elizabeth said hesitantly, using as little words as she could.

"A wedding! I love weddings…drinks all around!" Everyone was quiet after Jack's little outburst; probably just remembering you and Jack were there. He sighed and extended his arms. "I know…clap him in irons, right?"

"Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase 'silent as the grave'. Do I make myself clear?" Norrington said as two men came and cuffed Jack.

"Inescapably clear." Jack said. He was then dragged out of the room.

"Oh, and men; make sure you take his harlot to a special room." You blinked as one of the guy's came back for you. He smiled down at you sympathetically and reached for your arm, you snatched your arm away and slapped his hand.

"I can walk myself." You scowled; you were really getting tired of people calling you a whore. You followed the first guy who held Jack, after the second guy came out, you parted ways with Jack. You looked back to see Jack turn his head forward, he was avoiding you… Why was he being such a dick!

The guy brought you to a room that was bare, yet nicely furnished. You turn back to see the man repectfully bow to you and turn to close the door. What's so 'special' about this room? You'd bet never waking up that this door locked from the outside. You looked down to see that it was a double lock; you'd need a key to get in, and again to get out, typical!

You sit boredly on the pale cream bed, looking off out the window. Day by day, you were starting to miss your parents; it was feeling like a small vacation before, now it was hell. You felt alone in this strange world, you were hoping Jack would be your key, but he just turned out to be stink'n pirate. Will was nice, but he didn't have the dare to help you—if you were Elizabeth though… You rubbed your head as annoying clinks rang through your ears. You don't even know if you'd ever go back to reality; you made up the coma bit, you were probably dead, stuck in a loop hole of oblivion.

You frowned deeply as you heard the clink again. Blinking your eyes, you looked forward to see Elizabeth hanging at the window, she tapped a few more times until she realized you were focus; she then waved you over. You walk over to the window and opened it.

"You're no witch, and I'm going to help." Elizabeth said. You gawked at her. "Well come on! I need your help." Elizabeth rushed, jumping into the water.

You looked back and round, you shrugged and squeezed out of the window as well. You notice there was nowhere to steady your feet and stopped to wonder how she managed to climb over here; matter of fact, you wondered how anyone managed to climbe the ships like they do. You shrugged and hopped out the window. You flopped up out of the water, gasping for breath; you looked to see that the black Pearl was some yards away, docked next to a cave—the very cave were you thought Jack had died. You began to swim towards it when you saw Elizabeth.

You saw her grab a stray rope and began to climb with ease. You blinked and reached for it—Will wasn't here to treat you like a queen and carry you up. With determination in your eyes, you pulled yourself up; your shoulder cracked—this was going to be a long climb.

At the top, you dogged to crew men as Elizabeth threw them over board; you then fully climbed up. Elizabeth runs below deck and comes back up with the crew.

"All of you with me. Will is in that cave and we must save him. Ready? And heave! Please, I need your help, come on!" Elizabeth shouted, trying to lower a boat.

"Any port in the storm." Cotton's parrot squawked.

"Cotton 's right, we've got the Pearl." Gibbs said crossly, reading the ship to leave.

"What about Jack, you're just going to leave him?" Elizabeth asked, trying to use Jack as an excuse.

"Jack owes us a ship." One of the pirates said.

"There's the code to consider." You heard Gibb's say, and he looked over to you, you avoided her gaze and walked over to the rail to stare off; screw Jack, screw Will, and screw this whole 'code' thing.

"The code? You're pirates, hang the code and hang the rules. They're more like guidelines anyway." Elizabeth said, but everyone ignored her.

"Fine! I'll just row this boat myself!" She said curtly, turning to untangle the ropes. No one said anything, "Just rowing this havey boat, in the fierce seas." She rambled, trying to get someones attention.

You huffed and walked over to her, she stopped and looked up at you as you bent to help her lower the boat. "Just us two ladies, going off to save your captain." Elizabeth broke eye contact and continued to try and sway them.

"Bloody pirates." She hissed as she rowed the boat with both of you in it.

"You really shouldn't care for a pirate like him." Elizabeth said, grunting a little as she rowed the boat. You gave her a look, "Will's not a pirate." She said, you laughed.

"I was going to say that I've not fallen for him—and why does a pirate have anything to do with who you fall for?" You asked absent mindlessly. This time she gave you a look. "I mean, besides the filth and barbaric modus vivendi." You added.

"'Besides the filth and barbaric'?" Elizabeth said shocked. "He tided you to a bed!" She shouted, both of you blushed.

"It's not like that…! We didn't do anything." You stared off sad, "He was stopping me from going into the cave, nothing kinky!" You said quickly, she stared at you oddly but shook her head.

"Why would you like a man like Jack?" She asked, looking up into the sky; jeez, she wouldn't let this go?

"Why would you like a man like Will?" You countered.

"Because; he's sweet, and kind, and loving, oh, and he's such a gentlemen" She said dreamily, actually stopped rowing. You gawked at her, you would laugh, but everything she said was kind of… true, Will was like the perfect prince, even to you when he was already in love with Elizabeth.

"We're here." You said quickly, trying to act like you cared, but was really avoiding the whole 'love' talk thing. You climb up and sneak behind to pirates who were shouting at each other.

"They're stealing our ship!" One shouted referring to the Black Pearl. Elizabeth grabbed one of the oars.

"Bloody pirates!" The taller one said; Elizabeth swung the oar, knocking him on the head and his wooden eye pops out, "Ah, me eye!" The guy shouted, crawls after the false eye instead of turning to see you two.

You and Elizabeth dash in and went deeper into the cave. You never been here and Elizabeth seemed to know where to go, so you followed her instead. Slowing down, you two came up to a pirate who had his back towards you both, and was standing infront of Will.

"I'm gonna teach you the meaning of pain." He sneered down at him, as he had Will cornered.

Elizabeth ran forward with her oar, "You like pain?" She asked, swinging the oar down onto his head, "Try wearing a corset." Elizabeth scoffed, shooting out her frustrations. You laughed at her statement, but then composed yourself for the seriousness of the situation.

Elizabeth goes to help Will, she the look up and gasp; you followed her gaze and gawk, Jack was a skeleton! "Whose side is Jack on?" Elizabeth ask Will, pulling him up.

"At the moment?" Will ask, three pirates rush out as him and Jack string them together and stick a grenade into the middle one, they then push them out of the moonlight; which seemed to be the key to turning them into the immortal skeletons.

"No fair" One of the pirates pouts as they explode.

Jack cuts his hand to bleed on the medallion; he then tosses it to Will. Barbossa aims his pistol at you; Jack quickly lifts his postal and shoots Barbossa while he's distracted. Barbossa turns his attention to Jack and smirk.

"Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot." Barbossa jeer.

"He didn't waste it." Will said, he drops both medallions into the chest. You realized that Will must have done what Jack had.

Barbossa drops his sword and looks at the blood spreading from his wound, "I feel…cold." He then falls dead, an apple rolling from his hand. You blinked, was it over?

You four walked out of the cave, and over towards the boat you and Elizabeth came in.

"We should return to the Dauntless?" Elizabeth asked.

"Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe." Will says and Elizabeth turns away; hurt. You rolled your eyes, he found out?

Jack swaggered his drunken walk over to Will, "If you were waiting for the opportune moment…that was it. Now if you'll be so kind, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off my ship." Jack said. Blowing everything off, this must have been normal to him—all this danger and death.

All for of you got into the boat; it was a little cramped, but nothing that was a problem. You four was going over to Elizabeht's mens' boat; the Pearl left with no hope.

"I'm sorry, Jack." Elizabeth said, feeling the harshness of being left for dead.

"They done what's right by them. Can't expect more than that." Jack said; no negative emotion in his voice.

You closed your eyes; why were you still here! The big plot was over, right? You should be glowing or something, returning back to your body. You opened your eyes only to feel that tears were starting to form; yes, you know you were being a baby, but you were tired of being strong; tired of being optimistic—you were dead—and you'd never see your family again, no more holiday's, no more birth day's—hell, no career, family, or anything!! You jumped as you felt something cold on your shoulder, then you felt a grip that was trembling. You looked up to see Jack touching your shoulder, Will and Elizabeth looked at you strangely; almost frighten.

"C…" Jack balked; he then turned back to Will and Elizabeth; who both returned his gaze. "-come on lass." Jack said, his voice frim, he turned his head from you, but lifted you up and out of the boat. You looked at them confused, what happened? Why were they all avoiding your gaze?

You didn't have time to ask as the guards came rushing down the stairs; once again pointing their guns at you and Jack.

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"Jack Sparrow , be it known that you have-" An Official started, but Jack cut him off.

"Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack said exasperatedly.

You rolled your eyes, would he give it up?! You two where about to be lenched! No, cancel that; he was going to be lenched; you were going to be set on fire, joy!

"—for your willful commission of crimes against the crown." The Official professionally ignored him, and continued on, "Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature. The most grievous of these to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling," The man listed "impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of Englan-" The man continued. Your eyes widen at the list, what things did Jack do?!

Jack smiled, as if he was proud."Oh, yes." He said, and looked over at the executioner who glares at him.

"-sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation and general lawlessness." Your head lolled back, holy hell, would someone just light your arse on fire!! "-And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul." The man finally finished.

The man walked from Jack's side and over towards you. "Witch, be it known that you have-" You sighed in frustration and ignored the man, you looked over to see Jack getting the noose placed over his neck; luck for him—you were already tided to the stick, wood branches at your feet and everything.

You heard the guy stop talking, and then a drum roll; as this happened, you smelt a foul smell and opened your eyes to see some of the executioners through buckets of what you suspected to be gasoline. Your heart started to beat fast; you were going to die—again! And this time you were going to see it coming. You looked over to see them ready to pull Jack's lever; you felt a tug at your head as you saw what looked to be sheep clippers; they were going to pull your hair out!

You screamed as the pulled Jack's lever; you heard a thump and the pressure on your hair were released. You opened your eyes to see Jack floating; you looked to see he was balancing on a sword. You looked up to see your executioners were distracted. You look of to the side to see Will fight to the gallows and cuts Jack free; Jack pulls out his sword and cuts you free, he then toss you over his shoulder and then he and Will fights all the way up to a tower. Up at the tower—with you screaming for dear life—you all are then cornered by Norrington's men.

"I thought we might have to endure some manner of ill conceived escape attempt, but not from you." Norrington says; you couldn't see him since you were flung over Jacks shoulder like a caveman with a dead animal.

"On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency and this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate!" You heard Elizabeth's father, he must have came up there; you could only get a few glimpse as Jack swerved to check the circle of guards.

"And a good man." You hear Will say, you feel Jack shift. "If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear." Will said morally; you were waiting for the crowed to 'awe'; curse him for being so perfect!

"You forget your place, Turner." Norrington began.

"It's right here, between you and Jack." Will stood his ground.

You heard footsteps, "As is mine." It was Elizabeth!

"Elizabeth!" You heard her father cry out, "Lower your weapons. For goodness' sake put them down!" You heard him shout. The weapons must have been lowered, because Jack finally placed you down; but a light grip around your waste showed that he was ready to flip you back on his shoulder if something bad happened.

"So this is where your heart truly lies, then?" Norrington asked; he respectfully didn't insult. Poor guy, he looked really hurt.

"It is." She said, limiting her words once again; so this was a one sided love, and not an arranged marriage—you actually felt sorry for him.

"Well! I'm actually feeling rather good about this." Jack suddenly started, he turned to Governor Swann "I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically?" He then turned to Norrington, "I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that." He winked, you rolled your eyes, "Elizabeth …it would never have worked between us, darling. I'm sorry." Jack said with false pitty, as if she was hitting on him. "Will…" Jack paused as everyone stared at him "…nice hat. Men! This is the day that you will always remember as the day that you-" You screeched as Jack flips back and pulls you with him.

You both slam into the water, at first you've no idea what happened, but then your lungs started to burn; you looked around to see you were under water. You looked up to see Jack swimming to the top; you clutched at his boot and tugged it. He looked down to see you and rolled his eyes; swimming back down he wrapped his arm around your waist to swim with you—making sure to get a nice feel of your goods while he swims to the top.

Breaking the water, a rope is than thrown over where you two are pulled up and over the ship. "I thought you were supposed to keep to the code." Jack asked, dropping you roughly on deck.

"We figured they were more actual…guidelines." Gibbs said, and you sputter on the deck. Gibbs then helps Jack up.

Cotton comes and hands Jack his hat. "Thank you." Jack said.

"Captain Sparrow." Anamaria comes down and puts his coat around his shoulders, "the Black Pearl is yours." She said and saluted.

Jack walks up to the wheel and looks around fondly. "On deck you scabrous dogs! Man the braces!" He started ordering everyone "Now...bring me that horizon." Jack adds, he hums and takes out his compass. "And really bad eggs. Drink up, me 'arties yo ho…" He mumbles to himself. Great, he was serious.

"Wait, wait, wait." You started, you were so confused, and where were you going now? "What are you doing? Why'd you drag me here? Did you-d-did you just kidnap me?!" You asked, you were starting to get frustrated. Jack looked up then down there at you.

"Uh, is there a problem?" He asked, as if you were one of the crew.

"Yes, yes there is." You said back up to him. He sighed and turned; you knew he was rolling his eyes.

He grabbed Gibb who was aimlessly walking, making sure the pirates were in order. He mumbled something to him. "Go into the Captain's quarters!" He shouted down, even though you could hear him perfectly fine. Some of the men stopped to stare, others howled or whistled.

"I think not!" You shouted back, go into his quarter, what do he take you for, an idiot?

Last time you went into the Captain's room, you were tide to the then turned back to Gibbs, they mumbled something, and Gibbs gave him the father point; but took the wheel anyways. Jack then bounded down the stairs towards you. You gasped and went to turn but he grabbed you; you felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Don't fight it luv, it's natural. Nothing to be embarrassed about!" Jack said, getting louder as more of the crew stopped to stare. He then got close to your ear, "Don't worry, I wan't it as much as you do." If he was trying to whisper, he was doing a horrible job. The crew whistles and made obscene gestures.

You rolled your eyes as he pushed you into his quarters. You blinked and looked around to see all the junk that littered it. He was defiantly messier than the sailors; while their captain's room was kept, clean, and shiny; his had paper and rum bottles coating everything. You heard the click of a lock and turned to see Jack turned towards you. You were slightly convince that he wouldn't do anything, but you weren't too sure anymore. He sauntered towards you and you stumbled back, making sure to avoid falling on his huge bed. You backed up more until you were against the wall; Jack kept coming, you cursed under your breath as you notice you were locked in.

You closed your eyes.

44: Slap him; every girl's inbred weapon! (go to the numbers 44)

45: Punch him; you're not going down like this! (go to the numbers 45)

46: Bit him; your teeth are pretty sharp. (go to the numbers 46)

47: Knee him; every boy's weakness! (go to the numbers 47)

48: Cringe; he's too strong…(go to the numbers 48)

49: Tremor; there's nothing you can do… (go to the numbers 49)

50: Stare in shock; he wouldn't…?(go to the numbers 50)

50.50.50Stare in shock50.50.50

You stare in shock; he wouldn't do anything to you, would he? He reached out towards you and you stiffened. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! Your heart stop beating as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Well tell me when you want 'rum' next time." You shook the jitters off; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

48.48.48Cringe48.48.48

You cringe; he's too strong to fight off. He reached out towards you and you nearly had a heart attack. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! Your face flushed as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Oh god…" You steadied your heart; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

49.49.49Tremor49.49.49

You felt yourself tremor; there was nothing you could do. He did this before; and he over powered you that time. He reached out towards you and you closed your eyes softly; accepting whatever was about to happen. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! You blinked as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Do you do this to everyone?" You shook your head; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

44.44.44Slap him44.44.44

Your breathing quicken as he got closer; on instinct, you lifted your hand to slap him. He grabbed it; you panicked. He reached out towards you and you closed your eyes tightly; accepting whatever was about to happen. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! You silently gasped as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Nice job at making me think other wise!" You shouted; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

46.46.46Bit him46.46.46

Your panic as he got closer; in adrenaline, you snapped him. He grabbed your face with one hand; you blinked. He reached out towards you and you closed your eye; heart racing. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! You silently gasped as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Man, you scared me for a second!" You smiled, you felt a high from the fear that rushed through you; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

45.45.45Punch him45.45.45

Your eyebrows furrowed as he got closer; in anger, you lifted your fist to punch him. He grabbed your fist; your eyes widden. He reached out towards you and you closed your eyes tightly; cursing under your breath. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! You silently gasped as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Could have fooled me, Jackass!" You seeth; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)*

47.47.47Knee him47.47.47

Your frown deepened as he got closer; in anger, you lifted your knee to hit him were it hurts. He grabbed your knee; your eyes widen. He reached out towards you and you closed your eyes tightly; shaking slightly. You heard a creak and then a familiar clink, you felt something slick slid past your cheek; it was a bottle of rum! You silently gasped as you realized he was only getting his rum.

"Wut?" He asked, using his teeth to pull out the cork. "You act as if I were about to ravish ya." He smirked, but covered it with the neck of his rum to his lips.

"Why ever would I think that?!" You shouted sarcastically; he was doing all this on purpose. He smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. (go to the words Optimistic)* erogenous

Optimistic

"Okay… I'm one, who you can say, is dexterous with women; there needs, wants, and solicits." You glared at him, "and of course their vagary." He held up his hands in defense. "I'm even hermetic to their prurience." He must think you're an idiot; talking his 'big words' as if you won't catch on—you weren't some barmaid or his crew!.

"You wouldn't be able to intuit the exigency of a woman if it flagrantly slapping you in the face." You scoffed as his eyes seem to have grown in size; you would have snapped your fingers in his face if you weren't trying to show maturity. He smirk as if he've found a whole new look to you.

"I'll be going now Mr. Sparrow." You said haughtily and stalked towards the door. You looked down to see the door was also a double lock; it seemed that the doors her was not only for protection, but also for captives—such a major fire hazard.

"Looking for something?" Jack jiggled the keys once you turned around. Fully turned; he then pulled on the waist of his pants and dropped the keys into them. "Sit." He smiled shrewdly. You rolled your eyes and sat at the edge; he frowned, but scooted closer to you.

"Women? Your wrong—you? Completely right." He said, staring off into the sky. "I don't understand; first your happy, then angry, sad, sulky, sexy-" He quickly raised his hands again at your glare. "-shy, normal, then it all circle around again." He flung his hands about.

"Well, what about you? Huh?" You said, feeling a explosion a ranting coming. "I'm freaken going crazy over your 'death'! You come back and don't even look for me, I could have died—twice— you didn't even remember I even existed; I come to tell you I'm alive, and you call me a slut!!" You seethe, almost ripping your hair out in frustration; you were screeching and didn't even know if he understood it.

Jack just stared at you, he then looked off to the side for a second; and then back at you. "What?" He scratched his head.

"I'm sitting, on your ship, telling your crew, to go back for you!" You said slowly, poking him. "I find out that Will leaves you for dead, I slap him, only to be told that you were trying to kill him." You continued.

"You slapped Will?" Jack asked with a smile, looking thoroughly proud. He reached out to hug you but you pushed him away.

"I then find out that you're still a live, and you leave me to blow up!" You said crossly. "Will saves me, even though his halfassed plan to save Elizabeth and you, I still put my life in your hands, only to have you abase me! You stupid son of a bitch!!" You shouted, you couldn't hold it anymore.

After a few minutes of silence, you sighed and sat down. Jack smiled down at you; idiot, he probably didn't even listen. His smile was contagious though; you felt the tightning of your face as it spread into a smile.

"You slapped Will?" Jack grinned from ear to ear; you chuckled as your eyes watered. What did he have against Will? Other than the whole left for dead thing.

" Crazy, angry, happy—and now your crying." Jack rolled his.

He placed his hand on top of your head; he then caressed a few strands, trailing down the side of your face; there he stopped to rub your cheek. You turned to look at him as his thumb circled around your plumped flesh. You gazed up at him as he looked down at you; you began to really check him out—he looked a lot older than you…! You didn't care did you? Oddly attractive; not only physically, but mentally, spiritually! Maybe you're attracted to bad news bears, but you felt it was something more than bad boys, something that only he could pull off.

You came back to reality when you felt his thumb rub against your bottom lip; you blushed, his thumb was calloused, but you couldn't help but think how amazing it felt. Jack's soft smirk was gone as he followed your reaction; you pushed your lips out each time he traced it—his eyes widen slightly as he followed your lips; the clouded over with an emotion you've yet to truly see, yet always seemed to be in his eyes at time like this. Your eye began to water; did he like you? This was all a dream, when you wake up, he'd be gone, left in the back of your mind—life forbid you forget all this when you wake up. Jack eyes cleared they left your lips. He then rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air.

"Witches…" He mumbled. You rubbed your eyes and blinked; what? He still thought you were a witch?

"What?" You asked bitterly. "I'm not a witch, okay!" You scowled.

"I said 'bit'…-" he paused, "Okay." He smiled; you shook your head and stood, very childish. "What's with the mood swings? Aunt Maryjane coming to visit?" He asked, standing up with you.

You gawked, what does he know? Hm…? It might have been a month, but you didn't feel mood swing-ish; just home sick. You hope you wouldn't be like this when you moved out—but when you moved out, every one you knew wouldn't think you were dead.

"I wanna go home…" You mumbled, hugging yourself, your mother was overly protective and your father was already trying to cope with his crappy job and its crappy paycheck.

"Tell me where you live luv, and I'll take you." Jack said behind you softly.

"237 years into the future and half past crazy; if sanity comes, you went too far." You grumbled, slumping back onto his bed.

"Well we're half past crazy alright; 237 years into the future is the tricky part." He said, sitting back down with you.

"You don't understand, this isn't really!" You stood back up; Jack rolled his eyes at your nervous movement, and stayed seated. "This isn't real! I'm not here; this isn't not real, this ship isn't real, your not real!!" You shouted, Jack didn't seemed phased, he just quietly listen. "None, of this, is real." You said grimly.

Jack stood and placed a arm around your waist, he then cupped your face with his other hand, playing with the small hair at the lining of your neck.

"It's all as real as you make it luv."


Author's note: Don't lie to me now, I know you all seen that coming; if not in the beginning, then when you started chanting how 'real' things were. XD

I'm soooo~ happy at how many people like this story; most reviews I've gotten ever (I can't really brag though, since this is like, my third fic: completely different then the other fics)

*Yeah, a little dookie, but it was kind of a last hoorah thing. That one part was so long; it finished the story! But I couldn't find an appropriate cut in earlier enough.

Warning, HUGE rant coming up.

Also, can I rant a little (Reader: My god woman, the first one wasn't ranting?!) Yeah, yeah; but this one is an actually rant, pointers for people who makes a POTC fic. (or really any fanfic for that matter) I don't know if you've ever experienced it, or if you've even created one; but have you have read a POTC fic and Will and Elizabeth were like the Ugly Stepsisters? Now don't get me wrong, they're not my favorite (don't get me wrong there either, Orlando is pretty hot [and not just the state, if ya know what I mean *lewd old man laugh*]) But yeah, I understand you hate Will for being a wuss and trying to kill jack; and you hate Elizabeth for being a tramp and trying to kill Jack—But please, don't show that you hate them in your writing.

Elizabeth is supposed to be the bold(yet prissy) lady who is torn between fighting for what's right, or looking pretty. Not the slutty whore who screech and throw herself on Jack then cry when Jack 'rejected' her—one Jack rejects no one; hell, if she has a hole; he'll have her. And Will isn't the screechy girl whores always getting punched in the face or dissed by Jack; yeah Jack has kicked Will in the nuts a few times (rhetorically speaking of course) but Will does get Jack back sometimes too. So, think of them as equals; Jacks really intelligent, but he's horrible at fighting (not really, but he snake his way out then kill) Will's a great fight, and a builder, but he's not the best at puzzles (he's smart too, but he's naïve)

Only have your character favor one or the other, not the writer. Oh, and please don't make them evil, for Christ sakes people (you make me curse) Will and Elizabeth are not evil!! They tried to kill Jack because they thought it would rid them of the trouble; they're selfish yes, it was smart or the right thing to do; yes, yes. But evil; they are not. Just confused citizens who were bread to hate pirates.

Oh, and another thing; for the people who make Will parings with their Oc—get a back bone! Don't just poof Elizabeth out of the picture, don't twist the story to where she fell for someone else or Will liked your character first. If your gonna take someones man, I want to read a little spit and blood! Fight for him damn it; don't just say "Uh… Elizabeth was never born." And for gods sake don't kill her, that is the cheapest shot at winning over in a love triangle. ( actually, let me curb that some; if you think you have a great story line with offing Elizabeth, then go for it, but I still think that it's just and easy way of getting Will single) I want some creativeness, I want to read a cat fight, Elizabeth and the Oc going head to head for Will's love—hey, have the Oc not even care for Will, but he falls for her (Trick! That could be a mary-sue, unless your skilled ;D)

Now, I'm not going tp lie, I don't read Will stories/ I only read Oc stories, that have the characters I like in them (Jack for example) But other fanfics I read does the same thing I've just listed (yes, sadly mostly all of the guys I like have a love interest) but it irks me to see a story when a character 'disappear' or dies so the Oc can move in—annoying really.

Okay, not I've just may of hit a nerve with somepeople, (or shone some light?) I'm not saying I'm god of judging, and I'm not say that your story suck if it has some (or all—wowza) of thoes up their; I've read stories that had those things (why do you think I know this stuff =3) And their story was still great! But it just annoyed me some. I hope I didn't stir up some huge hate mail, but that's how I feel. And trust me, I read and review stories to, so my oppenion is just that of another reviewers. Maga huge rant over reading is fun~Jiffie