I wrote this when I was fifteen, and looking at it now... I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or throw up.

Now, I did clean it up some. That way you readers may only get mildly ill.

So basically, I'm only putting this up for fun. I don't see the point in rewriting something that I can't publish.

BOOM!

The cabin shook and I sat bolt upright, "What the-"

Barbossa sat up too, "We're bein' attacked!"

There was a tremendous cracking sound and we rushed outside just in time to see the foremast crash to the deck, covering the entrance to the hold.

"The crew!" I gasped.

We ran forward and tried to clear it away. BOOM! This time the cracking was behind us.

"Look out!" Barbossa yelled and pushed me out of the way.

There was a crashing sound and he cried out in pain.

I ran back to find that his lower right leg was trapped under the mizzenmast, "Hector!"

BOOM! The ship shook again and I looked around, catching a glimpse of a huge terrifying ship, lit all over with lanterns.

Oh no!

"What... ship?" Barbossa was in a lot of pain.

"The Queen Anne's Revenge." I was dazed.

"Sylvia... get... a sword." he said through gritted teeth.

"I can't fight them all alone!" I exclaimed.

"No... me leg... it be the... only... way." He was being very brave.

I stood shocked for a moment, then I ran into the cabin and grabbed his sword and ran back out.

I looked at his leg and closed my eyes crying, "I can't do it!"

"It be... alright... I'll... do it." he reached for the sword and I blindly handed it to him.

I ran back into the cabin and ripped a sheet to pieces taking one of them back out to wrap around what was left of his leg. BOOM! We were hit again and the Pearl started to sink, we jumped over the side and started swimming, I figured we were about ten miles from shore. Barbossa made it about seven miles and then he fainted from loss of blood, so I dragged him on his back the rest of the way. Fortunately it was an inhabited island and I was able to find a doctor for him. I fell asleep in a chair next to the bed while the doctor was working.

I woke up at first light and looked over at Barbossa who was sleeping peacefully.

Thank Goodness!

Then I looked at his leg. The doctor had attached a wooden peg leg.

I shook my head sadly and whispered, "My poor pirate."

He began to wake up, so I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He looked over at me and said, "I've made a decision."

"About what?" I asked gently, reaching to brush some hair out of his face.

"I'm gonna join the Royal Navy."

My hand froze in mid-air, "What?!"

"It's time we joined the winnin' side."

I took his hand and looked into his eyes, "But by joining them you're admitting defeat. You're letting them win."

"It be the only path ta follow."

"No it's not! You were born to be a pirate, not to be one of those navy swine!"

He frowned, "I'll not be lettin' you talk that way about honorable men."

"Honorable?" I snorted, "They don't even give us pirates a chance."

"That's because they don't deserve one." he blinked.

I backed away in shock, "You can't mean that! You're just grievin' for the Pearl."

He shook his head, "Nay, I mean it."

"So I suppose you think Jack and I don't deserve a chance either?" I demanded, feeling a hot sting in my eyes.

"No." he said simply.

"Then I'm leaving. I'll find Jack. And together we'll fight to keep this era from ending!" I was on the verge of tears as I ran outside.

I wish I'd never met him!

Intending to commandeer a ship, I headed for the docks. Upon arrival I was surrounded by British soldiers and clapped in irons.

An officer came up to me and said, "You are under arrest for associating with Jack Sparrow."