Disclaimer:Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Wheldon and Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest belongs to Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer. The story title doesn't belong to me either. It's from the song Iris by the wickedly amazing Goo Goo Dolls. Please don't sue me, I'm completely and utterly broke and it's for entertainment purposes only.
Timeline: Post-Chosen, BtVS and during Dead Man's Chest, POTC
Pairing(s): Willow/Davy (something new!!), Willow/Tara (a little bit), Willow/Oz (a little bit), Buffy/Jack, Dawn/Will (friendship), Will/Elizabeth
Summary: After a spell backfires on them, Buffy, Dawn and Willow are sent back to the eighteenth century but in separate places. Willow ended up on a shipwreck and was rescued by the legendary Davy Jones. Dawn ended up on the town of Port Royal and was arrested along with her new friends (Will and Elizabeth) by the British Navy and Buffy is with a certain pirate captain (Jack) after she was found and rescued by him from a lone island.
Willow stood outside onto the deck staring at the ocean. It had been close to three days since the incident with Davy in his cabin. For the entire three days, they would sometimes talk but most of the time, the Wicca would just listen to Davy playing his organ until she fell asleep. Despite that Davy told her to stay in the cabin, she decided that she needed to get some fresh air and snuck onto the deck quietly so that she wouldn't wake up the Captain. Despite still feeling sick, Willow felt better than she felt in days since she was rescued and brought aboard the Flying Dutchman. In a way, she was grateful for the rescue and at the same time pained that she was separated from her friends. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to them and where they were.
I hope that Buffy and Dawn are all right. Hopefully, nothing bad had happened to them.
Willow was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't almost hear a deep voice say to her. Another male voice that she was beginning to know very well since her rescue.
"Admirin' the sea?"
The Wicca turned and smiled at the person who had spoken to her. She knew Bootstrap Bill Turner's voice like the back of her hand and like a spell she had memorized from a book. On her seventh day aboard the Flying Dutchman, she met him after she snuck out of Davy's cabin to see the sky and to get some fresh air. Bill had caught her trying to get to the helm but he stayed with her for the hour she spent outside. He even shared with her some stories of what he knew of the mysterious Captain. After spending some time together, Willow and Bill became fast friends.
Bill reminds me a lot of Giles. He's so soft-spoken and kind. Not to mention very insightful when it comes to Davy.
"Just staring at it, that's all." Willow replied softly.
Bill returned the Wicca's smile but he winced when she coughed in her sleeve. "You shouldn't be out here with you still bein' sick."
Willow smiled at him again. "It's a cold, Bill. Not the plague." She said. "It's not going to kill me."
She reminds me of William when he was sick. Bill thought remembering of all of the days he spent with his son when he was sick before he left both him and his wife to go pirating. A decision he came to regret for the rest of his life. His stories about his wife and child were one of the few things Bill shared with the Wicca as well as his regret over leaving them which was something that Willow sympathized very well. In the short time that he had spent with her, Bill felt a kinship with the Wicca and she reminded him so much of his son whom he missed terribly.
Willow must have noticed the pained look on his face because she asked. "Are you all right, Bill? You look a little sad."
Bill tried to smile at her but failed when he saw the concerned look on her face. "I was just thinking of my wife and son back in England."
He misses them. Willow realized feeling very sorry for him. She understood him completely thinking once again of Buffy and Dawn and everyone else back in the twenty-first century.
"You miss them." She said in observation.
Bill nodded his head. "I do." He said. "Not a day goes by when I don't regret leaving them. I would say that I did what I had to when I left them to go pirating but it would taste a lie to say that it wasn't what I wanted."
Willow smiled at him sadly. "If it wasn't what you wanted to do then why did you leave?" she asked. The Wicca winced when she saw sadness and misery etching on Bill's face.
"To make my fortune sailing." He said. "But after a while, I turned to pirating and never looked back. That didn't stop me from missing my wife and son terribly but at the same time; I'd rather have them think of me dead than know what I had become. Then when I heard that my wife had gotten sick and died …"
"You began regretting leaving them." Willow said softly and gently.
Bill nodded his head. "Yes." He said in a hoarse and emotional voice. The look of sadness and despair on his face was enough to make Willow feel even more sympathetic toward the elder pirate. She wished that there was something she could do to help him magic or otherwise. Then she snapped back to reality when she felt Davy's presence waking up warning her that she had to return to the cabin.
"I better head back." She said. "I don't want to face Davy's wrath if he finds out that I snuck out again."
Bill managed a smile. "I'll take you back." He said.
Willow smiled at him. "Thank you, Bill." She said and as he led her back to the cabin, she made a silent vow that she was going to try to find a way to free Bill from his sentence on the Flying Dutchman and reunite him with his son either by trying to negotiate with Davy or with magic. That was a promise she hoped she could keep. Then as her thoughts drifted from her silent vow to Buffy, she turned to Bill and said.
"I never told you about Buffy, didn't I?"
The Black Pearl
Later …
As she went below deck to try to find some water, Buffy walked pass the sleeping members of the Black Pearl's crew. Some of them were snoring quite loudly. But she didn't pay any attention to them and as she went down some stairs and reached the door to the cargo bay, she was about to try to break it down when she heard a familiar voice say above her.
"As you were gents."
Leave it to Jack Sparrow to be coming down here for more rum. Buffy thought with a roll of her eyes. She turned to look up at him with her eyes narrowing at him. Jack looked surprised to see her there.
"Going down to get some rum for yerself, luv?" Jack asked her with a smile.
Buffy shook her head. "You wish." She retorted. "I was looking for some water actually."
Jack's smile grew bigger at her response. "Ah, there happens to be water where the rum is." He said. Then he turned away from the Slayer to unlock the door to the cargo room. Once he had opened the door, he and Buffy both entered it and as she closed the door behind her, she glanced around and saw two bottles sitting on a shelve. One was empty but the other, to her relief, was filled with water.
"Good." Buffy said as she took the bottle of water from the shelve and took a sip from it letting the cold fresh water go down her burning throat. She turned to see that Jack had found another bottle that he thought to be rum but was filled with sand instead. She was about to say something to him when a deep voice cut through the air making her jump out of her skin.
"Time's run out, Jack."
Buffy let out a gasp and nearly dropped her bottle of water. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Then she heard a crashing sound and saw that Jack had dropped his bottle of sand onto the floor with pieces of glass all over the floor.
"Who's there?" Buffy demanded as she tried in vain to calm her pounding heart. Her answer was met with only silence and as she and Jack got closer, she could see the shape of a man coming into view. She couldn't see his face but she knew by the shoulders and the build that it was a man. It wasn't until she got even closer that she finally saw his face and she gasped.
"Oh, my God!"
The face that Buffy saw before her was deathly pale like a vampire's face only with a starfish caked on the right side of it. His long dark hair was wet and hanging all over like pasta noodles and he was dressed in dark clothing. It took the Slayer a few seconds to realize that he was human although her Slayer senses were saying otherwise. She was about to ask the man who he was when Jack answered her unasked question.
"Bootstrap Bill Turner."
Buffy turned to Jack with a stunned look on her face. "That's Bill Turner?" she asked. "The guy who tried to stand up for you when you were …"
"Yes." Jack replied with a hint of a warning in his voice.
Buffy shifted her gaze back onto the man she now knew as Bill Turner. The other man locked eyes with her briefly before he turned to Jack with a smile but she was sure that she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he had looked at her.
"You look good, Jack." He said as water come out of his mouth like a waterfall. After a few moments, the smile on his face faded. Once again, Buffy turned to Jack and saw that he doubted what he was seeing. She rolled her eyes and sighed in utter annoyance.
"I know what you're going to ask, Jack." Buffy said with a hint of warning in her voice. "So please spare me the grief of beating you senseless and don't. Because if this was a dream, there would probably be rum."
As if on cue, Bill lifted a bottle in his hand that the Slayer assumed to have rum in it and handed over to Jack. After a few seconds, he took the bottle and took a swig from it.
"You got the Pearl back, I see." Bill said in observation.
Jack smiled at his old friend. "I had some help retrieving the Pearl by the way." He said. "Your son."
Buffy could see surprise etching on Bill's face. "William? He ended up a pirate after all." He said. Then to her surprise, he turned to her and opened his mouth to speak to her.
"Are ya Buffy?" he asked.
Buffy nodded her head in surprise and shock. "Yeah, I'm Buffy. How do you know my name?"
"And to what do we owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack asked cutting in.
Bill kept his eyes fixed upon both Jack and Buffy as he answered. "He sent me. Davy Jones."
The Slayer's eyes widened at that. "The Davy Jones? The Ruler of the Ocean Depths?" she asked. As Bill nodded his head at her, she turned to Jack with her eyes narrowing at him.
"Jack, what's going on?"
Jack gave no sign that he had heard her question because he said. "Oh. So it's you, then. He shanghaied you into service, eh?"
"I chose it." Bill said with a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack. I stood up for you. Everything went wrong after that."
Suddenly curious and ignoring the anger and annoyance of not having her question answered, Buffy asked. "What happened to you that caused you to be serving Davy Jones?"
Bill turned to her as he answered. "They strapped me to a cannon. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move, unable to die; Jack, Buffy. And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it."
"Even your soul?" Buffy asked more harshly than she intended.
Bill kept his eyes fixed upon her as he spoke. "Even my soul." He said. "Now to answer your question. I know yer name because of someone aboard the Flying Dutchman who knows ya. Someone named Willow."
Buffy's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Willow's aboard the Flying Dutchman?" she exclaimed with a squeak in her voice. As Bill nodded his head, a couple of questions burst forth.
"Is she all right? How did she end up on the Flying Dutchman?"
Bill smiled at her gently as he answered the Slayer's questions. "Willow is all right. A little sick but she is fine. The Captain found her on a shipwreck and has her locked in his cabin since then. She was sick when he found her but he doesn't let her go out onto the deck because of the crew and because of her illness."
Better sick aboard the Flying Dutchman than badly injured at some barren island somewhere in the Caribbean. Buffy thought as she nodded her head in response. Then she remembered her sister.
"When Davy Jones found Willow, did he find someone else?" The Slayer asked hoping beyond hope that the Ocean Ruler had found Dawn as well. "Another girl with long brown hair and blue eyes. Her name is Dawn and she's my sister."
Buffy's hopes were dashed, however, when Bill shook his head no. "The Captain found only one young woman on the shipwreck, which was Willow. He found no-one else. "
Oh, Dawnie. Where are you? If you weren't with Willow then where else could you be?
Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Jack change the subject by saying. "It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment."
"You made a deal with him too, Jack." Bill said in a harsh voice. He was now standing in front of Jack and was so close to him that they were almost nose to nose. "He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. 13 years, you've been her captain."
"Technically …" Jack started to say but was cut off by both Bill and Buffy.
"You made a deal with Davy Jones?" The Slayer exclaimed at the same time as Bill spoke.
"Jack. You won't be able to talk yourself out of this." He said pausing before he spoke again. "The terms what applied to me apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew 100 years upon his ship."
Jack didn't flinch as he spoke to Bill and stole a glance at Buffy. "Yes but the Flying Dutchman already has a captain so there's really no …"
"Then it's the locker for you!!" Bill said raising his voice slightly. "Jones's terrible leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it."
Buffy was about to ask what Bill had meant by his words when she remembered something she had read back in her high school English class about a giant sea monster rumored to do the bidding of Davy Jones. A sea monster feared by many sailors and pirates alike.
The Kraken.
As the old knowledge went through her mind, Buffy saw the concern on Jack's face that she was sure was mirrored on her own. She opened her mouth to ask something but Jack beat her to it.
"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?"
Bill smiled sadly at him. "I already told you, Jack. Your time is up." At that point, he took Jack's hand into his own pale one and closed it. Then he started to walk away. "It comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger to the man who bears the black spot." He stopped in front of Buffy.
"I will tell Willow that you are all right and that you are searching for her." He said to her. "I'm sorry about your sister."
Buffy nodded. "Thank you." She said. "Also, tell Willow to be strong and don't let anybody tell her what to do."
"I will." Bill replied as he vanished into thin air. At that, Buffy rushed over to Jack and gasped when she saw a black spot on his hand just as Bill had predicted. She also saw something that startled her even more despite the short amount of time she knew him. Fear, stark fear. As he rushed out of the cargo bay, she followed him running alongside him.
"Jack, wait!!" Buffy cried out as she tried to get his attention but she knew that he was passed listening to reason and could only stand by as he shouted out orders waking up his crew.
"On deck, all hands! Make fast to the bunt gasket!! On deck! Scurry!"
"Jack, do you really want to scare the shit out of the crew over nothing?" Buffy demanded. "I mean, they don't know about your debt to Jones!!"
Jack ignored her as he continued shouting. "Scurry! I want movement! Movement! I want movement! Lift the skin up! Keep your loof!! Haul those sheets! Run them! Run! Keep running! Run as if the devil himself and itself is upon us!!"
As the crew rushed out their hammocks to obey Jack's orders, Buffy rushed over to Gibbs who gave her a confused look. She returned his look with an apologic look on her own face.
"I'll explain later." She said to him.
Gibbs nodded. "Aye." He said. Then he turned to Jack who was now standing behind the cargo hold almost as if he was trying to hide from something. "Do we have a heading?"
"Run! Land." It was Jack's only answer.
"Which port?" Both Buffy and Gibbs said together.
"I didn't say 'port', I said 'land'. Any land." Jack replied sounding every bit as afraid as he looked. Buffy was about to say something when she saw the monkey that she saw earlier swing over Jack's head grabbing his hat and climbing on one of the ropes. It screeched at him and Buffy before throwing the hat overboard the ship.
Gibbs ran over to the railing overlooking the ocean. "Jack's hat! Bring her about!!"
"No, no!!!" Jack shouted sounding very frantic. "Leave it!! Run." That left everyone in the crew stunned beyond belief even Buffy. She had look of shock on her face that she was sure was mirrored on the faces of the crew. As Jack rushed over toward his cabin, Gibbs turned back to the crew.
"Back to yer stations!!" he shouted. "The lot of ya!!"
As the rest of the crew moved to obey, Gibbs and Buffy walked over to Jack who was standing near the door to his cabin still looking rattled and terrified.
"Jack?" Gibbs said.
"Shh." Jack hissed.
"For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's comin' after us?" The first mate asked sounding very worried.
Buffy knew that Jack was going to lie before she heard the word coming out of his mouth and what he said a few seconds later confirmed it.
"Nothing."
If Jack's not going to say something to Gibbs then I will. I'm not going to leave him in the dark about what's going on. The Slayer thought to herself as she turned to Gibbs.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked. "Alone?"
"Of course, Miss Summers." Gibbs replied as he and Buffy walked away from Jack to go down to the cargo hold to talk alone over what had just happened.
Port Royal
Meanwhile …
What the hell does that asshole want with me and Will?
That was the question that ran through Dawn's mind as she and Will were being escorted to a house that she was told was Lord Beckett's via a guard. After nearly a day in jail, she and Will were taken out of their cells to be taken directly to Beckett's home which was something the teen would rather sit in jail than face the man who put her there in the first place. Just as she was thinking the thought that was running through her mind one of the guards pulled her roughly.
"Come." The guard said in a tight voice.
"All right, all right. Quit pulling my arm!" Dawn snapped angrily. "Manners, much?"
As she and Will were being led into a room that looked like an office, Dawn narrowed her eyes when she saw Beckett and Mercer standing before her and Will along with a few officers who brought them there from the prison.
"Lord Beckett, the prisoners as ordered, sir." One of the guards said.
"Those won't be necessary." Beckett said gesturing to the locks that both Dawn and Will were wearing around their wrists. As the guards were taking the locks off, Dawn spoke in a voice devoid of anger and dislike.
"What is it that you want with us, Lord Beckett?" She asked.
Beckett gave the teen a smooth look before he answered and as he poured brandy into a glass. "The East India Trading Company has need of your services, Miss Summers as well as Mr. Turner."
Again, Dawn narrowed her eyes at him. "What services?"
"We wish for you and Mr. Turner to act as our agents in a business transaction with our mutual friend Captain Sparrow." Beckett replied.
Dawn was about to say that she didn't know Jack when Will beat her to it. "Dawn has never met Jack." He said. "And he was more of an acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?"
"We've had dealings in the past." Beckett answered. "And we've each left our mark on the other." Dawn cocked her head to the side to see that the British Lord was holding a metal poker with the letter 'P' on it.
"What mark did he leave on you?" Dawn asked innocently. Her question was never answered because Beckett placed the poker back into the fireplace and he spoke again this time his attention fixed on Will.
"By your efforts, Mr. Turner, Jack Sparrow was set free." He said calmly. "I would like you and Miss Summers to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession."
"Recover. At the point of a sword?" Will asked. Dawn could hear a twinge of suspicion and a little ill-disguised dislike in his voice. She kept her eyes fixed upon Beckett with dislike and suspicion in them.
"Bargain." Beckett answered and as he spoke, he went to his desk and opened a box. From the box, he took out a leather folder.
"Letters of marque." The British Lord said as he showed the folder to Will and Dawn. "You and Miss Summers will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England."
From what Will told me about Jack Sparrow, he probably won't consider employment the same as being free. Dawn thought. I probably wouldn't either if I was a pirate.
Will must have been thinking the same thing because he said. "Somehow, I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free."
"Freedom." Beckett scoffed as he started to walk outside to a deck overlooking the sea with the former blacksmith and the teen following him. "Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank edges of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the New World or perish."
"Not unlike you and Miss Summers, Mr. Turner." Beckett continued looking at them both. "You and your fiancée face the hangman's noose while Miss Summers faces twenty years in prison for her crimes."
So you say, asshole. Dawn wanted to say but wisely kept her mouth shut.
"So you get Jack and the Black Pearl." Will said in an even voice.
"The Black Pearl?" Beckett asked sounding very surprised. Dawn could tell by looking at the expression on the British Lord's face that the ship was not what he had in mind for her and Will to recover from Jack.
"The ship you want that he possesses." Will said.
Dawn's suspicions were confirmed when Beckett replied. "A ship? Hardly. The item in question is considerably smaller and far more valuable, something that Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass?"
Dawn's eyes widened in surprise. A compass? Why the hell does he want a compass from Captain Sparrow and how is it more valuable than the Black Pearl At that point, she saw a look of surprise on Will's face thinking that he was probably thinking the same thing.
Beckett must have seen the expression on Will's face because he said. "Ah, you know it. You and Miss Summers bring back that compass or there's no deal."
And the game is on. Dawn thought as she stared out onto the ocean thinking of how she would start searching for Buffy and Willow while searching for Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl.
Later …
"Will, are you sure about this?"
Will turned his head to Dawn as they ran toward the prison along with Governor Swann accompanying them. The former blacksmith hated the idea of bringing the teen along with him to find Jack but he knew that he had no choice. Not if she wanted to escape prison time for her so called crimes against the British Navy and not if she wanted to try to find her sister and friend. Will had promised Dawn that he would help her find them and he fully intended in keeping his promise along with a promise to himself to free Elizabeth then marry her properly. As they reached the entrance of the prison, Will and Dawn went down the steps toward Elizabeth's cell with the Governor close behind.
"Here, now, you can't be here." A guard called out to Will and Dawn as they reached Elizabeth's cell.
"I think you'll find they can." Governor Swann said to him firmly.
"Mr. Swann!" The guard started to protest.
Governor Swann gave the guard an even stare. "Governor Swann, still." He said in a hard voice filled with anger. "Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?"
Dawn smiled a little at the Governor's firm nature with the prison guard before she turned her attention to Will and Elizabeth.
"Jack's compass?" Elizabeth sounded surprised. "What does Beckett want with that?"
Will shook his head. "Does it matter? Dawn and I are to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal. In exchange the charges against all three of us will be dropped."
"No." Governor Swann said oblivious not liking the idea. "We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom."
Will turned and gave his future father-in-law an even stare. "Is that a lack of faith in Jack or in me and Dawn?" he asked in an equally even voice.
"That you would risk your life to save Sparrow does not mean he would do the same for anyone else." The Governor replied. "Now, where is that dog with the keys?" As the Governor whistled to try to call out the dog, Will turned back to Elizabeth.
"I have faith in you." She said "All three of you. Where will you find him?"
"Tortuga." Will answered. "Dawn and I will start there and we won't stop searching till we find him. Then I intend to return here to marry you."
Elizabeth smiled at him. "Properly?" She said.
"Eagerly, if you still have me." Will said returning his fiancée's smile." "If it weren't for these bars, I'd have you already." Elizabeth said. Then she turned to Dawn. "You will take care of Will, won't you?"
Dawn grinned at her. "I promise." She said. "I can bring Will back all in one piece."
Will smiled at the teen before he turned his attention back to Elizabeth. "I'll wait for you and Dawn." She said.
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon." Will whispered to her before he and Dawn both got up and left the prison to begin their search for Jack and the Black Pearl.
Tortuga
Three days later …
"This is starting to be a waste of time." Dawn muttered to herself as she and Will walked all over town in the pirate port of Tortuga. They had been there for nearly three days asking questions of the whereabouts of Jack Sparrow with no definite answer. After questioning several different people including two women who apparently have a beef with the pirate captain. They walked over to a nearby dock and they were about to give up when Dawn spotted a black man sitting on a crate doing something with his hands. Taking a deep breath, she went over to him.
"Um, excuse me." She said.
The man looked up at her and Will as she spoke. "My companion and I are looking for a pirate captain named Jack Sparrow. Have you seen him? Do you know where we can find him?"
"Can't say about Jack Sparrow." The man answered speaking with an accent that, to Dawn, was hard to place. "But there's an island south of the straits where I trade spice for … mm, delicious long pork."
"Cannot say about Jack." The man continued. "But you'll find a ship there. A ship with black sails."
Bingo!!! Dawn thought as she and Will exchanged looks.
Later …
"Next time, if you plan on jumping out of a boat, Will; warn me, okay?"
Will turned around to Dawn as she waded to shore close behind him. After they were taken to the island by the black man, his brother took them to shore except he had stopped rowing their boat only sixty feet away from shore and spoke only French when Dawn and Will tried to speak to him. At that point, Will jumped out of the boat and swam the rest of the way with Dawn close behind him. Once they reached shore, they noticed that there was no-one in sight not even the man they were looking for.
Ignoring her comment, Will yelled out. "Jack! Jack Sparrow!!" Then he started to yell out two of the crew members's names "Marty! Cotton!"
"Anybody?" Will said sounding very confused and concerned. Dawn looked dismayed and also very concerned.
"I have a bad feeling about this." She said as she and Will walked along the beach. As they entered into the tropical forest, a bird flew up onto a tree and squawked as it did. Will seemed to have recognized it because he said.
"Ah, a familiar face."
Dawn stared at him gaping. "You know a bird?"
"That's Cotton's parrot." Will started to explain. "Cotton had his tongue cut out and he trained it to speak for him. No-one knows how he did it though."
Okay, that's got to be the weirdest thing I've ever heard. Dawn thought with a crooked smile on her face. Her amusement faded, however, when she heard the parrot squawk again and then it spoke.
"Don't eat me."
Dawn and Will glanced at each other before looking back at the parrot. "We're not going to eat you." The former blacksmith said in a confused voice. But as he and Dawn started to walk further into the tropical forest, the words that the parrot was speaking was enough to send an icy chill down Dawn's spine and her weariness didn't cease.
"Don't eat me. No. Don't eat me."
Dawn didn't bother suppressing another shiver that went down her spine. "I really have a bad feeling about this." She muttered to herself. As she looked around the thick bushes, she felt a sneaking suspicion that someone or something was following both her and Will. As she heard light footsteps a few feet away from her, she knew that someone was indeed following them and as she felt a hand on her shoulder, Dawn grabbed it and threw who it was over her shoulder. It wasn't until they landed onto the ground that Dawn heard a heartbreakingly familiar voice.
"Oh, you assholes are so …"
Dawn looked down and saw that the person she had just thrown over her shoulder was her wayward sister. "Buffy?"
Buffy's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Dawn. "Dawnie?" Then after a few seconds, she quickly got onto her feet and threw her arms around her sister. Dawn hugged her back just as tightly.
"Am I glad to see you." Buffy whispered to her. "I was so worried about you. In fact, I've been looking all over the Caribbean for you."
Dawn pulled away from the Slayer to face her. "I was looking for you too." She said. "You and Willow. Where is she, anyway? Is she with you?"
Buffy shook her head. "No, she's not." She said. "But I know where she is though." But before she could say more, a cry rang out from some bushes nearby. Dawn felt her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach as she realized who it was.
"Will." She breathed as she broke into a run.
"Dawn, wait!!" Buffy shouted in a warning voice. But Dawn ignored her as she struggled through the bushes and as she was running, she felt something wrap around her ankle and she was pulled up into the air upside down. Dawn turned her head and saw several human figures all of them were men wearing face paint.
"Great. The local natives." Dawn muttered. Then she turned again when she heard a voice shout beside her.
"Come on! Let's go!!"
Will!!!
As she turned her head around and saw that Will was also hanging upside down just a few feet away from her. He had his cutlass drawn out and was swinging it in an effort to keep the natives' weapons away from Dawn.
"Come on!!" Will shouted. "Who wants it? I can do this all day!!"
Then at the corner of her eye, Dawn saw Will suddenly going limp and his cutlass fell from his hand and onto the ground. At that point, she knew that somehow, he had been sedated and now both her and the former blacksmith along with her sister were at the mercy of the natives standing in front of them.
This has not been a very good day.
Okay, I'm not too happy with the way this chapter turned out but this has been rewritten a half dozen times so this was the best I could come up with. Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far and thank you those of you who have reviewed. It will take at least two to three weeks to update again so please be patient and please review. Remember, no flames. I will ignore them and I don't have the patience for them.
