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Chapter Two

"Frida! Frida! Frida! Frida!"

She thought it sounded like Mr. Cotton's parrot. Frida would not know, she had her eyes closed. She felt her backpack near her. She held it tightly.

"Frida, Frida, Frida! Squawk!" There was no doubt; that was definitely Mr. Cotton's Parrot. She stirred a little, but was too scared to open her eyes, in case this all became a dream. Then she heard more voices.

"She just moved!" that sounded like Elizabeth.

"I highly doubt it means she's awake." That was surely Mr. Gibbs.

"She still moved! Parrot, try again-try biting her-"

"Elizabeth!" That was Will. He sounded shocked.

"Leave me alone, Will. Parrot, go ahead and-"

"NO!" Frida screamed. Everyone gasped.

"You're-awake?" Will's voice sounded concerned.

"I will not open my eyes," Frida said firmly. "This is a complete dream, and I refuse to let it end, let alone allow a parrot to bite me."
"Dis not a dream, dear Frida," said Tia Dalma's mystical voice. "Would you like me to bite you?"

Finally, Frida opened her eyes. She was surrounded by Barbossa's crew; they are too numerous to name right now, but Barbossa was definitely standing over the rest. He looked calm and at peace. Jack the Monkey was stroking her forehead with his small fingers.

"Er-" said Marty, who looked nervous. "How be ye, Frida Goner."

"How do you know my name?" Frida shot at him. Then her fear got the better of her, and she jumped up and grabbed a sword from behind her; another second, she realized it was Will's sword, but she did not care. She held it at the others, looking livid.

"Tell me why I am here right now!" she yelled. The crew was backing away, looking scared. Will, who was standing behind her, was trembling with cold (he was somehow drenched in water) and nerves.

"Er-Frida," he began.

"It's Miss Goner to you, Turner!" she snapped. Bt then she remembered Dead Man's Chest as her eyes met with Will's. She saw that even if he was focused on explaining to her, his mind was still on Jack and Elizabeth. Frida lowered her sword, sighing.

"Sorry, Will," she said. "I only just realized who you were and I just remembered-ah-" she was not sure of how to put the next words out her mouth; she knew that no one but Will saw the kiss and no one saw the kill, and that the subject caused him pain.

"The-ah-certain circumstances that have caused a certain heart to shatter with sorrow over death and disloyalty."

"Huh?"

"Never mind," Frida muttered. "I just need to know why I am here. I don't even know how to sword-fight, I'm thirteen years old from the 21st century, and I can't live without my laptop."

"Your what?" said Elizabeth. She had moved forward two inches when Frida's sword went up again. Frida became angry and blind with hatred. This was the cheating murderess that was standing in front of her. How dare she look her in the eyes.

"Laptop," Frida snarled. "Laptop. A digital device used to store memory and feelings, and secrets. Dirty little secrets, that would kill if found out by those closest to the secret-writer, if you get where I'm coming from."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. Frida glared at her, ad the crew looked confusedly at the both of them. Will simply stared at Frida.

"I-don't-Frida, I really don't understand you," Elizabeth said tentatively.

"LIKE HELL YOU DON"T!" Frida screamed. "I DO NOT NEED TO ASK WHO YOU ARE, SWANN! BROWN EYES, WET HAIR, AND A MOUTH THAT IS THE REASON FOR SHATTERED PIECES OF A HEART THAT LOVED YOU UNTIL IT HURT, AND HANDS THAT HAS CAUSED THE JOURNEY CURRENTLY TAKEN! NOW DO YOU GET IT? "

It was only then that Elizabeth seemed to get the message. She stepped back, looking horror-struck.

"We'll talk later," said Frida. "And I want to know your POV."

"POV?" said Will. He didn't seem to have a clue what was going on.

"Point of view, Will," said Elizabeth quietly. Frida lowered her sword.

She looked at the crew, who was still dumbstruck. "Alright, I know why you are here. We're going to go and save Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones' locker. We will also gather up the pirates lords to stand against our enemies. Judging by Will turner's wet hair and Elizabeth's blue outfit, I say you have tried to gather up Sao Feng, but failed. So, we'll just have to look for Jack first."

Everyone stared at her.

"Well, don't look at me like that," said Frida defensively. "I don't know how I know myself." She walked forward to Barbossa. "If I was brought here to aid you. in your quest for Jack Sparrow, then I accept."

Barbossa smiled his rotten toothed smile, and said, "Frida, you take the wheel for now. Just hold onto it. No turning it."

"Yes, sir," said Frida sweetly. Barbossa blushed! The crew sniggered. Jack(monkey!) shrieked.

Coming up outside, Frida saw that the sky was dark and decked with stars, while the sea was smooth and still. She walked to the wheel and held it gently. Barbossa nodded his approval and walked away. As everyone else moved away, Frida saw Elizabeth sit on the edge of the boat, looking sad. Will had nothing to do, so he stood by Frida and watched her.

"Hello, Will," said Frida.

""Er…hi," said Will. "how are you?

"I'm fine, but you're not," Frida said. She knew she had to get Elizabeth and Will back together for the fight ahead, so she might as well start somewhere.

Will blushed. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Frida said impatiently. "You've been cheated on. And I know it. And it hurts you, so bad…"

Will gaped for a few seconds, then tears came to his eyes.

"Crouch down next to me, bury your face in you arms, and cry," Frida ordered. "When you are ready, we will talk more."

Will obeyed gratefully. It hurt Frida to see his shoulders shake violently as he sobbed, but she knew it was good for him to let out some of his anguish. She waited. After two minutes, he looked up. His face was wet, and his eyes were red and puffy.

"How do you know?" he whispered.

"I just do," said Frida. "And I'm really sorry for bringing it up, but…Will, you've got to talk to her about it."

"I can't!" he exclaimed. "She's in enough hot water as it is, she loves him, I can't just-"

"She doesn't love him, Will," said Frida firmly. "Surely you know that?"

"Please, Frida, I don't need to-"

"She's unhappy," said Frida sadly. "And she misses you, and she is ashamed to death."

Will shook his head. "You didn't see the kiss. It was so-"

"Passionately disgusting," said Frida. "I know. But maybe there is something under that kiss that is hatred, not love."

Will snorted.

"I mean it!" Frida snapped. "You'll understand soon. Now listen to me-walk up to the other side of the boat, opposite where Elizabeth is. You'll see me there, but don't acknowledge me, Okay? Don't ask questions," she snapped, as Will opened his mouth. "Just do it!" Secretly, Frida took out a tape recorder from her pocket and turned it on. Will would have to hear this conversation.

As soon as he moved to the side of the boat, Elizabeth looked at him, then ran over to Frida, looking tearful. Frida saw out of the corner of her eye, that Will was watching on the down low.

"How do you do," said Frida coldly.

'How do you know?" Elizabeth choked out.

"Look," said Frida. "In the 21st century, there are special devices that show you what happened in the 18th century, okay? I saw your wedding plans crash, I have seen the Black Pearl's curse and Davy Jones's ugly crew of undead monsters, but I also saw you kiss Jack. And I was not the only one."

"What?"

"Can you think of no reason why Will Turner has been cold to you?"

Silence. Then-

"Frida," said Elizabeth pleadingly. "Why did you expose me in front of him."

"He didn't know what we were talking about," said Frida calmly. "He doesn't get a single thing."

"And he doesn't get the fact that I love him," Elizabeth moaned, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Pull yourself together!" Frida hissed. "The situation's bad enough without you crying when it's Will who is in more pain than you."

"I didn't know-"

"Elizabeth, please stop talking shit. You saw him come over to talk to me. But guess what?"

Silence. Elizabeth waited patiently. Frida looked over at Will, then gasped, looking sympathetic.

"Look at Will's face. Go on, look!"

Will was stifling sobs, by bowing his head, but it did not hide his tears, of his expression, which broke Frida's heart. It looked defeated, and forlorn, and hurt beyond repair. His body shook again. Frida had the distinct impression that Will guessed that Elizabeth was crying about Jack, and that Frida was wrong about her loving him still.

"Now do you understand why you should not be crying?" Frida whispered to Elizabeth. Liz was silent for a moment, then, started shaking with hard sobs. "It's-all-my-fault," she gasped. "He-thinks I-l-l-love Jack, and he's-s-s-so hurt, and it's-all-my-fault, I never saw him cr-r-y-y before, how could I have done-something-so-wrong, I don't w-w-want him to cry, ooohhh, I can't stand it, I c-c-can't bear it anymore…"

Frida was too mature to cry, but notice that her eyes glistened slightly. She patted Liz's arm.

"W-w-why?" Liz asked, still sobbing. "W-w-why m-m-me?"

Frida waited until Liz controlled herself. "Liz, you know what you have to do."

"What?" said Elizabeth.

"Apologize!" Frida snapped, making Liz cringe. "Apologize for what you have done, and tell him the truth, and make him yours again, and promise to never kiss Jack Sparrow for as long as you live."

Elizabeth nodded. "I know, I know, but…not now."

"What?"

"Not now, while he's in pain. I have to wait."

"What about the kiss?" Frida said angrily. "The murder, the truth! What about all that!"

Elizabeth shuddered. "You're not going to tell him are you?"

Frida sighed. In this matter, she would have to back off. "It would be better," Frida decided to say, "for Will to hear it from you rather than from Jack himself, though I'm not promising that Will is going to embrace it that easily. But you can bet, whatever happened on that ship before Jack died, Will's not going to hear it from me."

Elizabeth smiled. "Oh, thank you, Frida, thank you." They talked a little more about how she felt for Will, and then she ended it with a, "I won't lose him again."

She hurried away.

Frida smirked to herself. Jack the monkey jumped on her shoulder.

"And that," she said to the monkey. "Is why I don't want to be a grown-up just yet." She turned off the recorder and put it in her pocket.

"Barbossa!" Will yelled from afar. "Ahead!"

Frida was shunted aside by Barbossa, who took the wheel saying, "Check what's ahead."

Frida ran to the edge of the ship-and saw, clearly, what. At the very end of the ocean, was a waterfall, the hugest in the world. And she knew that the world was round, but that this was Davy Jones' locker.

"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed, and the crew jumped. "Turn the boat around, Barbossa, turn it around…"

"Nay, laddie!' Barbossa called back. " This is the locker!"

"I don't give a damn!" Frida lied. Then she gave up and yelled. "Hold on!!!"

Everyone yelled as the boat fell overboard, except Barbossa, who was laughing!

"Elizabeth!" Frida cried. "Now is the time to tell the truth!"

Elizabeth heard her loud and clear, and knew she was right.

Will never heard Frida, but he thought, as he felt Elizabeth's arms wrap around him for safety, and heard her shout something indistinguishable, that Frida had broken her shell of silence.

A/N: What will Happen in chapter two? How shall Will react in my version when he finds out about the death of Jack-for real, and when will Frida show the tape recorder? At the last Minute? READ ON, MAN!