A/N: I own nothing connected to either Pirates of the Caribbean or the Wizard of Oz. But if you could review this, that'd be swell. Also, I'm looking for ideas for the title of the third installment.


Elizabeth really missed Will.

She was still on board the Black Lollipop with the Witch Captain and the drunk Munchkin, and she needed someone to talk to. She wished she hadn't driven him to diving overboard.

"Land!" the Munchkin shrieked from the crow's nest, nearly toppling out from leaning over so far.

Elizabeth ran to the starboard side. An island! Maybe she'd be able to get off this infernal ship there.

The Witch Captain came over to her and said, "There's something we need you to do for us."

Figuring she owed the crew something for letting her on the Black Lollipop, Elizabeth agreed.

She didn't realize how traumatic it would be.


"How am I supposed to find a dead Tin Man's chest in this jungle?" Elizabeth grumbled, trudging through mud and wet leaves. She sighed and sat beneath a tree to rest a moment.

And was immediately pelted with coconuts. Shrieking, she covered her head with her arms and ran off.

Assured the girl was going the right way, the flying monkeys patted themselves on the back.

"Oof!" she grunted, having tripped. Elizabeth grimaced when she saw her dress was dirty and torn. She got up and was about to walk on when a gleam caught her eye. Walking to it slowly, she asked out loud, "What is it?" She forgot no one was around to answer her.

For once uncaring if her hands got dirty, Elizabeth dug out the shiny object. Its shininess was the only thing that made her feel its rescue was necessary.

Elizabeth carried the object to a nearby stream and rinsed it off. And dropped it in surprise.

"The Tin Man's chest," she exclaimed, picking it back up. She shook it; it sounded like something was inside, rattling around.

She just had to find out what it was. What she didn't consider was that since it was a chest, what was logically inside was a heart.


"Ah," the Witch Captain said as she saw Elizabeth approaching with the dead Tin Man's chest, "she's found it."

The Munchkin, almost sober for once, sardonically clapped his hands. He was swatted by the Witch Captain as he was taking a swig of rum; it went all down his front. "Bloody rum."

"Come on, come on," the Witch Captain squawked in hysteria. "Hurry up! Set it here. No, here!" She gestured at where she wanted Elizabeth to put the chest.

Elizabeth set the chest down just below the neck and above the legs, then stepped back gingerly. Nothing happened. "That was rather anti-climatic," she said. "What was supposed to happen?"

Frowning, the Witch Captain replied, "He should have been resurrected."

"Rum!" the Munchkin pirate squeaked, ducking in case the Witch Captain tried to hit him again.

"What was that?" Elizabeth questioned.

Speaking a little more clearly, the pirate repeated, "Give him rum." He held out his nearly empty bottled of rum to the girl, who politely took it with two fingers.

She poured some into his mouth and on his joints for good measure, and screamed when the Tin Man suddenly sat up and gripped her arm.

"Lizzy."

"Let me go!"

"Lizzy!"

"I said let me go!" Elizabeth cracked him over the head with the bottle of rum. The Munchkin pirate whimpered. The Tin Man whimpered, too. But mostly because of potential blood loss (not that he had blood anymore), not rum loss.

"Elizabeth!" the Witch Captain said harshly. "Treat the new Tin Man, Will, with respect. He is, after all, the captain of the Flying House."

"Oh." Elizabeth shrugged. Apparently she hadn't lost Will after all.