Well, HELLOOoooooh, there! Look who it is?! yes, my dear readers it is me, the GREAT BETHYKINS! I have hacked into Meggie's account to write a new storie!!! HAHAHAHA!! Um...no...actually i'm writing this on Meggie's account because i'm at her house and too lazy to write it in my own. Plus, the documents ARE on her lappy, and not mine. Meggie: AND because I chipped in some of the ideas... Bethykins: Oh yes, well...TALLY HO!!! This story is for you guys who left those really nice reviews at the end of M&B's Quest for the DMC!!!

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Meggie: ..and be banned from Disneyland forever!

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Disclaimer: Once AGAIN, and AGAIN, and AGAIN, the freaking mouse owns EVERYTHING!!!!

We come back to our heroes on Isla Cruces as they are perilously surrounded by crewmen of the Flying Dutchman. William Turner lay over the side of a dingy, knocked out by Jack.

"Will!" Elizabeth ran over to him, as did Beth, glaring at her.

"Leave him lie!" Jack ordered. "Unless you plan on using him to hit something with…" as he said this, Davy Jones' crew closed in on them.

"We're not coming out of this…" Beth murmured.

"Not with the chest…" Norrington added. Everyone looked at him. "Into the boat!" he ordered as he grabbed the chest.

"You're mad!" Elizabeth commented

"Don't wait for me," he said to them as he ran off. The crew followed.

"I-I say we respect his final wish!" Jack said.

"Aye!" Pintel replied.

"Wait…where's Meg?"

"JACK!" Meg called from the clutches of Norrington as they disappeared into the trees.

"Ahh! Sweet Holy Jeminy crap buckets!!!" Beth screamed. "Jack!!!"

"Meg!!!" Jack exclaimed, looking up.

So, running and screaming, Beth and Jack followed Meg's distant cries into the forest.

Meanwhile, Norrington was also running, carrying a struggling Meg Owen on his back.

"Let go of me!!!!!!" she squealed with fury, kicking and wiggling.

"No," said Norrington calmly, "Beckett wants you, and so to Beckett you go."

"NO!"

"Yes, dear, now be quiet and cooperate!" He growled, getting noticeably frustrated.

"MEEEEGGGIIIIEEE!!!!" Jack's voice rang out, deeply vexed.

"Ah! Your lover is after us. Must run faster…"

"Jack!" Meg screamed. "JaaaAAAck!" Her voice was choked off by tears.

"MEGAN!" Yelled another, considerably higher more appealing voice.

"BETHYKINS!"

"Too much screaming!" Norrington yelled, getting a bit frightened. He paused. "Beth?"

His mind had an interesting argument that went something like this:

"Hey, you, stop!"

"What?"

"You can't just leave the woman you love and kidnap her best friend!"

"Yes I can! I have to get my life back…"

"You know, Norry, something I've learned in the course of being the good half of your conscience is that: you will never have a life unless you have a girl! And you like this girl, don't you?"

"I love her, but right now this is not the time."

"Not the time for love…right. You're pathetic."

"Yet, but I'm going to be rich, and then I'll come back for her."

"Oh yea, she'll fall right at your feet after you've sold her best friend to a fifty year old man."

"Shut up! It'll work! And he's not fifty."

"Norrry!!!!!!Getbackhereyouflippinfoosnit!!!!" Beth screamed, running with Jack. She let Jack go ahead of her, in an attempt to not pass out.

Norrington, the 'flippinfoosnit', did not come back though. Still carrying poor Meg, he swiftly pranced along through the woods, until he spotted something quite unusual through the trees too his right. "A ship?" He murmured, smirking, and running towards it.

"Well, I guess I'm lucky today, hm, Meggie?"

Meg grunted and squealed. "Sure, we'll call it luck. But Jack and Beth are going to kill you when they—"

"Nevermind that right now!" Norry growled. "We're almost there."

Jack paused, greatly confused and bewildered. As he ran around in little circles, spitting oaths of rage, Beth caught up to him, panting.

"I don't hear them anymore…" Beth noted, furrowing her brows.

"Exactly!!!! Then where'd the mur-her go?!?!?"

"How should I know?!"

Jack switched from his frantic circling, to convulsive pacing and twitching. He continued his cursing.

Beth sighed, aggravated. "Ahem! Jack!" She stepped in front of Jack, who, in turn, ran into her, landing both of them on the ground. "Now remind me, how is this going to help?" she asked sarcastically.

Jack growled, got up quickly, and scampered off, leaving Beth completely bewildered.

"Jack?! No, no, nononononono. OH NO." She glanced around, spinning in circles. But of course, one gets dizzy eventually. She fell and muttered contemptuously,

"Oh…crap."

Meanwhile, Norrington somehow snuck onto the mysterious ship, with Meg screaming, 'Let me go, you MUR-HER' over and over.

"Shut up!" Norry commanded, as he sped down the stairs into a dark room, shoving Meggie inside of it, rather roughly. Norrington immediately disappeared, closing the door behind him.

After making a mental note to herself that Norry must be sent to Hell, Meg got up and frantically began searching for the door. In the process, she fell over a large crate, and landed on another, breaking it.

"Oh, that's um…OW." She said, sitting upright and fumbling around for the contents of the box. "Ah-ha!" Meg surveyed the mysterious shadowy thing in her hands, feeling it for anything noticeably identifiable.

Her fingers gripped on a little ring-type-thing attached to a bowl. She soon recognized the strange object.

"A tea-cup?" she frowned.

Just then, the door reopened, and Meg started, tossing the tea-cup on the ground out of instinct. A bulky man, whom she assumed not to be Norry, entered and grabbed her fiercely by the arm.

"Hey! Hey, you, let…GO! I have rights!"

"Quiet, girl." He mumbled bitterly.

Having ascended the stairs, Meg looked around, still in the clutches of her captor. He shoved her into the arms of another man, and Meg protested.

"NORRY!! JAMES NORRINGTON!!!" she yelled.

"For heaven's sake, Meg, I'm right here." A distinct voice whispered from behind her.

Meg looked up at Norry's face, and then at his arms, wrapped around her securely. She scrunched up her nose. Awkward…she thought.

"Umm…Norry?" she asked, staring nervously at all the crewmen looking her over curiously.

"Yes?"

"Why do all these guys seem to be dumbfounded by my existence?"

Then Norry did a strange thing. His hold around her tightened uncomfortably and Meg's eyes bulged out of their sockets. He smirked to the surrounding crowd of men and said loudly,

"Why, because they've never seen a woman so beautiful." Meg looked at him distrustfully and began squirming.

He shot a brief glance down at her, signaling 'SHUT UP,' and then, feeling her struggling increase, proclaimed,

"And now, gentlemen, my wife and I will retire to our cabin."

"WIFE?! Norry…what the—" Meg began freaking out.

"Play along, or you'll regret it!" He spat, turning around, with Meg in his embrace, and sauntering off downstairs again.

Once out of sight, Meg exploded.

"Now, you!"

"Quiet, they'll hear you!" He said, putting his hand over her mouth. Norry dragged Meg behind him into a considerably nicer room, with…one bed.

"WHAT?!" Meg burst. "If this is some kind of cruel joke, the punch line ends NOW!"

Norry sat down on the bed, leaving Meg standing by the door. He sighed.

"It's the only way I could get you on the ship and ensure your safety, Meg."

Meg seemed suspicious. "This does not seem safe." She stated plainly, staring at him sitting on the bed in horror.

"Look, I'm not going to sleep with you, so don't go crazy on me," He began, chuckling slightly, much to Meg's annoyance. "I had to tell the captain that you're my wife, so that he'd give you free passage along with me. Otherwise, he would have shoved you back in that lovely cell with the cargo."

"You don't know how much I would prefer that at this moment." Meg spat, shooting him a hateful glare.

"Oh!" He laughed. "And I'm sure you would have loved all of the crewmen to be, well, taking note of the only single woman on the ship."

Meg scowled, and plopped herself on the floor. "But I'm not going to even pretend to love you!"

"You better, unless you want to try to survive the consequences of being found out." He replied, cocking his head to one side. "I'm not that bad, Meg."

"Oh, Pssh!" She scoffed and rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long day…and night.

Beth finally made her way out of the forest, and spotted the ship, sailing away. She gasped and looked for its colors.

"The EAST INDIA TRADING COMPANY!!!!?!!? The MUR-HER is going to TRADE MEGGIE!!" She expounded, floundering into the water.

Seeing there was no chance of saving her friend, Beth stood, with the ocean rippling up to her knees, and her blood boiling.

"James Norrington!?" she called, dramatically. "James?! NORRY!!!!"

Meg, still sulking on the floor, immediately sprang up and ran out the door, her 'husband' not too far behind. The two ran to the railing.

"Beth!!!" Meg exclaimed, desperately reaching beyond the rail, as if that would gage the distance between them. Norrington looked very guilty. He did not speak.

"Meg!! NOOO!!!" Beth cried apprehensively. "JUMP!! Meg, you can do it!!" Meg would not have hesitated, but James held her back. "NOOO!! LET ME GO!!" inevitable tears of anger rolled down her face.

Norrington sensed the unwelcome, spying eyes of crewman gathering once again around them. If this were any other situation, he would have just beaten Meg to make her shut up. But now that she was his wife, this was out of the question. He knew what he had to do, but he really didn't like it.

Meg began to struggle like a beast in his arms, so he fiercely turned her around to face him and kissed her roughly, shutting her up. The girl gave a start, and realized her predicament. She couldn't fight. She had to cooperate, so she simply stood and let him have his way.

Staring at them in shocked awe, Beth's rage increased, as she sensed Meg was not at all enjoying this kiss as much as she appeared.

"Well, look who's such a loyal, PASSIONATE lover!!!" She bellowed, stepping backwards.

Norry eventually let go of Meg, his slave/wife, and looked past her sadly at Beth, whose eyebrow rose with disgust. What could he say? There was nothing for him or Meg to say, but it was not the case with Beth.

"Meg?! I'm going to find you! I'm going to save you! You can be sure of it!!!" Then her gaze fell again on James Norrington. "If we ever meet again, you miserable jack-donkey, it will NOT be a happy moment. I swear on…something VERY important, I WILL kill you personally!!!" Then, sensing commotion on the other side of the island with the rest of her companions, Beth ran off, tears blowing off her face. She kicked a coconut in furious rage.

Meg stared after her, clenching her fist and weeping. She turned to Norrington, who looked at her reluctantly. Seeing that their spectators had left, Meg gripped his shirt and forced him to look her in the eyes.

"I better see her again, you hollow, hateful, WORTHLESS, piece of Satan's creation."

"Understood." He muttered, smirking. Meg ran downstairs into 'their room' and locked the door behind her, leaving Norrington standing in front of it awkwardly. He sighed. "Oh, Beth, what have I done?"

Now, dear readers, from this point on we will be following Miss Owen and Mr. Norrington in the story. For those of you concerned about the fates of Jack, Beth, Elizabeth, Will, Gibbs, Pintel, Ragetti and the rest, simply go back to Pirates of the Caribbean: Meg and Beth's Quest for the Dead Man's Chest and read the last three chappies! Much obliged, thank you!

Bethykins: Yes, it's going to be an interesting twist. hehehehe...now that i'm writing Meggie has no way to regulate my...my...INSANITY, yes!

Meggie: But we love the insanity!

Bethykins: Anywhosit, R&R!