So I just went to see DMC and am absolutely heartbroken on Will's behalf. And because I haven't seen nearly enough Jack/Elizabeth Will/OC pairings that deal with post-DMC storylines I'm throwing my hat into the ring. Be warned however: This is my first Pirate fanfiction- so if you're going to give me a bad review, at least make it constructive.

South Padre Island- July 5th, 2006: 12:25 AM

'How do I get myself into these messes? I don't even like haunted houses.' I thought to myself as I looked up at the decrepit old mansion, breathing deeply.

"Lily, come on! You'll be fine, I promise!" Dallas cried, waving down at me.

I sighed and made my way up to my friends. "That's what you said at the Rocky Horror Picture Show screening"

"And you were fine!" Jan protested, pushing the door open.

"Until that wannabe rapist started hitting on me! He had to be pried off my leg and kicked out of the theater." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"That's because you looked so hot." Ruth teased, and I shoved her into a low wall in the entryway.

"Shut up. I think he was wasted on so many levels he would have banged a theater seat."

James shook his head and threw his arm around me, as I turned on my flashlight. "No, it was you. You looked so fuckin' hot in that outfit. I'll have to remind your boyfriend to have you wear corsets more often."

"Yeah, because he wants a dead girlfriend." I shot back sarcastically "I couldn't breathe the whole movie."

"Well if he's into that sort of thing…" Jan giggled, then paled as we heard a cracking noise coming from upstairs.

"Lily, you go first." Dallas pushed me forward towards the staircase. She, James and Jan switched on their flashlights as well, while Ruth clung to James' sleeve. The stairs creaked horribly, which generally I find quaint, but when you're in a haunted house just past midnight, it's not quite as charming. At the top of the stairs was a long hallway, with three doors on either side.

"Let's check it out. James, you go with Ruth, and Jan and I can go together." Dallas suggested shakily, and everyone nodded.

'Wait a second' I thought, entering the first room. 'Whose with me?' The door slammed shut as I heard a firework go off. I spun around and tried opening the door with no luck. I dropped my flashlight and started to bang my fists against the wood. "Let me out! Somebody help me! Let me outta here! Let me out!" The door swung open and I came face to face with a very short bald man, in broad daylight.

"Where did you come form?" he cried, "Captain!"

'Captain?' I wondered. Then I took in my surroundings.

"Holy hell." I breathed.

I was on a ship.