Ok…So you guys left me so many wonderful reviews that I decided to do a sequel. Actually I was going to do a sequel even if you guys hated it, just because I can. Also, I stopped in a very suspenseful part, ya know… so yeah. Anyhow… If you haven't read "Pirate King's Life" yet, I suggest reading that before you read this, otherwise you'll be incredibly confused… So, I now present to you, "Getting Her Back"!! Remember, reviews are welcome.

"Getting Her Back"

By Future Mrs. Sparrow

Sequel to "Pirate King's Life"

Chapter One

Elizabeth opened her eyes and glanced around. Where am I? She was on what looked like the island that Barbossa had left she and Jack marooned on. The white sand beach she was sitting on stretched on for what looked like miles, and to her right was a jungle, filled with trees laden with bananas and coconuts. She could also see a fresh water spring flowing through between two trees. Well that's convenient.

"Elizabeth!" came a voice from behind her. Elizabeth started and turned around towards the voice. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened.

"Wha-…Father?" she asked in surprise. Governor Weatherby Swann walked towards her, his grey wig slightly crooked, and his teal jacket unbuttoned, a huge smile spread across his face.

"Father!" Elizabeth cried and ran toward him, wrapping her arms around him, hugging him.

"Elizabeth, my dear." The former governor replied, embracing his daughter. "What in heaven's name are you doing here?"

"Well I was going to ask you the same thing! You're…dead, Father. Unless…I'm dreaming?"

"Elizabeth, my child, I think you should come with me."

"Of course, Father." Elizabeth replied, and obediently followed her father into the jungle.

Governor Swann led Elizabeth down a winding path through the trees to a large clearing in which there were many small cottages, all painted to look exactly the same. Elizabeth followed her father, glancing around all the while, taking in her surroundings.

"Father, where are we?"

"All in good time, my child." he replied, as he walked up to a pole that a large bell hung on. He reached up and rung the bell, the sweet tone echoing through the air, hurting Elizabeth's ears. She clapped her hands over them, and closed her eyes. If that doesn't wake me up, nothing will… However, when she opened her eyes, she was still standing next to her father, who looked away from the bell at her.

"This way, Elizabeth." he said, and led her toward one of the more larger cottages, painted white with blue shutters and door. "In here."

The cottage was very quaint, with only two bedrooms, a sitting room and a kitchen.

"Father…?" Elizabeth began, but Governor Swann interrupted her.

"They'll be here soon." he said.

"S-Sorry?" Elizabeth asked.

"You'll see." he replied, sitting down on a comfortable chair in the sitting room, and motioning for her to do the same. She did so, looking very confused.

"Father, please, explain to me what's happening."

"I will, my dear, I will, but you need to wait for the others."

"What others?" Elizabeth asked, exasperated. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Ah." said Governor Swann, standing up and going to answer it. "They're here."

"Who is here?" she asked, rushing over to join her father at the door. She stepped back, and she stared at the group of people walking into the small cottage. A tall man, wearing a blue coat and a white wig.

"James Norrington?" Elizabeth cried. Another man, not quite as tall, with brown hair pulled back.

"Will?" And last, a woman, the same height as Elizabeth, with long blonde hair, who looked all too familiar.

"Mama?" Elizabeth whispered.

Meanwhile…

Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting at his desk, his hat low over his eyes, his feet on the desk, a bottle of rum in his hands. His compass was in his lap, spinning erratically, taunting him.

"Bloody thing don't work." he mumbled, closing it and throwing it somewhere behind him. "I know what I want. I know for a fact what I want. It's broken." The door burst open and Jack turned angrily towards the person walking in.

"OI! How many times do I have to tell you seadogs to bloody knock? Do I need to have it burned into your skin? A sign hung on the door? What?"

"Oh…Sorry, Cap'n…" replied his first mate, Mr. Gibbs. "But… Well, you be requested on the deck."

"Oh, what now?" Jack growled as he got up and swaggered past Mr. Gibbs.

"Er… Cap'n? Don't… you need your compass?"

"No, I don't bloody need my bloody compass. It bloody ain't workin'."

"Cap'n?"

"It keeps bloody spinning around and around and around…It's broken."

"No matter." came another voice from on deck. "Ye don't need a compass to get to where we be going."

"Really, Hector?" Jack said irritably, turning to face Barbossa. "And why not, may I ask?"

"Yer compass shows ye where that what ye want most is, aye?"

"Aye."

"Well, Miss. Swann…" Jack growled. "Sorry, Mrs. Sparrow is in the Locker." Jack stared at him for a moment.

"So?"

"So," Barbossa said, rolling his eyes. "To be certain, ye have to be lost to find the place no one can find. Else ways everyone would know where 'tis. So, yer compass spins because no one knows where the Locker exactly is."

"Oh." said Jack, comprehension dawning on his face. "I get it."

"Now, ye get it." Barbossa mumbled. "After I practically draw it out for ye…"

"Ya know, Cap'n, ya have been a bit…different…for the past couple days." said Mr. Gibbs timidly.

"No, really?" said Jack sarcastically. "Don't you think you'd be a bit different if your wife was killed and sent to Davy Jones' Locker?"

"Aye, I suspect I would." replied Mr. Gibbs, scratching his head as he pondered this.

"Aye, I suspect you would as well." snapped Jack.

"I am surrounded by complete lunatics." Barbossa said, running his hands over his face.

"Why are we all standing around here? Let's go get Lizzie!" Jack said, waving his hands around, trying to get everyone to move.

"Jack." Barbossa drawled. "We cannot do it alone. The dangers of Davy Jones' Locker have changed. We need to convene the Brethren Court."

"Why?" Jack whined, turning to look at Barbossa. "I don't want to convene with them. I owe them all money."

"And who's fault be that? The Brethren Court are needed to save their King, who is, in fact, yer wife. Unless ye want Mrs. Sparrow to remain in that hellish place?" Jack stepped back as if he'd been slapped.

"Fine." he said. "Let's convene the bloody Brethren Court."

"Ye need to sing the song with me, boy." Barbossa said. Jack glared at him.

"I hate you so much right now." Jack snarled, and then together they began to sing.

"The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed…"

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And that is the end of Chapter One!! Hope ya'll liked it…. Review, mates! Review!!

Mr. Gibbs: Hey…If Davy Jones is dead…Why is Miss. Elizabeth in the Locker? Why does the Locker even still exist? scratches head in confusion

Jack: Er…That's explained in a different chapter, mate…

Mr. Gibbs: Oh….

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