Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

AN: I hope you don't mind the re-writteness. Thank you to all the readers...Please feel free and ask questions. I will be writing a lot more because I just had surgery on my foot and can't walk. *sighs* Well time to start writing (Or reading), while curled up in my Jack Sparrow blankie...off to the Caribbean!


Chapter 2: A World in Which We Don't Belong

~Flik~

I ran as fast as I could out of Beckett's office. That guy seriously creeped me out. He was almost...expressionless in a way, except for that nasty-arse that was permanently pasted on his face. I then started to frantically look around for Will. Where could he be? I thought to myself, Remember...he goes to Tortuga, gets slapped by whores, asks around, a man tells him that Jack's in Singapore, then...Aha! The shrimper!

So I waited. And waited. And waited. By the docks for hours on end. Finally, giving up, I fell asleep somewhere on the beach. God, I felt like such a bum. Why could the sea goddess at least make our fates more tolerable? The cool sea breeze felt nice on my face, and for once I actually had got to relax. Then I thought, what was really going to happen to Ashe? Cutler Beckett was not...and I repeat: NOT a nice man. He could easily have squirmed his way out of our agreement and threaten her...But then again, maybe not. Ashe knew this movie almost as well as I did, and she knew if anything, Cutler Beckett wanted power...and knowledge. He wanted to be the ruler of the seven seas, and to exterminate piracy. And to be perfectly honest, out of the two of us...Ashe probably knew Beckett better than I. I had only hoped that she'd find out a way to keep herself sane...Finding the compass, key, and heart were no better than a life's journey!

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally spotted a downhearted William Turner, walking gloomily off the boat he had bartered passage with to Tortuga. "Will!" I called.

He turned around. "Who are you?"

"Let's see...it was just your crashed wedding, a few days ago...Beckett arrested you two and us for even happening to be there...and look at us now. Fighting for freedom and the ones we love." I said sarcastically.

"Oh yes...Miss...what was your name again?" He asked me.

"Felicity Todd...You can call me Flik though. " I smiled. "Don't worry...He didn't just let me go free. Beckett's smarter than that. You see, instead of trusting just you with finding the hear- uh... compass" I quickly corrected myself. Will didn't need to know about that...yet. "-He gave me the duty of finding it too...in exchange for the freedom of Ashe and I."

"But what about Elizabeth!" He exclaimed. "She'll be hanged!"

"Trust me, Turner. She won't be hung. Lizzie is smarter than that. Of course, not before she engages in piracy."

"Stop talking nonsense. You're not making any sense at all." Will snapped.

"Oh stop your whining. We have more important things to focus on anyways...Elizabeth? Ashe?"

"Oh...yes, of course. Sorry. Who do you think we should ask first?" Will asked quietly, scanning the workers.

I looked around, trying to find one face in particular. "Don't know…oh, wait, there we go!" I approached a dreadlocked African shrimper sitting on a crate, repairing a net. "Excuse me, sir! Would you happen to know anything about where we can find Captain Jack Sparrow?"

The shrimper thought for a moment. "Cannot say about Jack Sparrow," he answered finally, speaking with a slight accent, "but there's an island just south of the straits where I trade spice for…mmmm…delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack, but you'll find a ship 'dere. A ship with black sails."

I exchanged an excited glance with Will. "Do you think you could take us there? We'll make it worth your while." I removed my rucksack, rummaged around inside, and pulled out the handful of coins. Will retrieved some money from his pockets as well.

The shrimper looked at the coins thoughtfully, and then took them, nodding. We were on our way.


"Is that it?" Will asked, squinting out over the ocean.

I handed the spyglass back to the shrimper. "Oh, yeah. That's the Black Pearl alright. Wow...the ship is even more magnificent in person..." I admired the ship, it was so beautiful...The thought of Jack and I on it was even more exciting

The shrimper had taken us in his boat to a small island not far from Tortuga. Judging by the dense jungles and smoking volcano, this was indeed the Pelegostos' island. As if in confirmation, the Black Pearl was in plain sight of the little boat, run aground on the beach.

The shrimper pocketed the spyglass, "My brother will take you ashore," he told us, gesturing to a longboat ready to be lowered into the water. A bald African man in his twenties was already sitting inside, holding onto the oars. Will and I thanked the shrimper and got into the boat beside the man. Some crewmen lowered the boat into the water, and the man began rowing.

We were about halfway between the boat and the shore when the man sighed, put down the oars, and looked at us. Will frowned. "What's wrong? The beach is right there."

"C'est trop dangereux," the man replied, speaking French. Having taken French immersion all through high school, I understood this already, well besides the fact that I had seen the movie too many times and had memorized every word or every language.

Will, however, had no clue what this guy was saying. "What?"

"C'est trop dangereux, je vous l'avais dit."

I said, It's too dangerous.

Will shot me a blank look. I sighed. "He doesn't wanna get too close to the island. It's too dangerous." I turned to the man. "D'accord. Will et moi, nous nagerons a l'ile." The man nodded gratefully.

Will looked more lost than ever. "What?"

I looked at him exasperatedly. "We're swimming."

"Oh." We stood up and grabbed our effects, preparing to jump out of the boat.

"Bon voyage, monsieur et mademoiselle," the man said to us.

"Merci beaucoup," I replied. Taking a deep breath, I jumped out of the boat and into the water, hearing Will jump in as well.

Finally, we made it to the island without any problems. In fact, I felt completely energized, as I always did after swimming. Will, however, looked pretty out of breath as he gazed up at the Pearl. I looked up as well, feeling the old exhilaration return. The Pearl was just as awe-inspiring as I thought it would be. Perfectly grand.

"JACK!" Will called out, cupping his hands around his mouth. "JACK SPARROW! MARTY! COTTON!" No answer. "…anybody?"

"Forget it, Will, they're not there," I told him, squinting into the jungle to see if I could spot the Pelegostos. "They probably went this way…follow me." I led the way into the jungle.

We'd hadn't gone far before we heard a familiar squawk and the sound of flapping wings. Cotton's parrot landed on a broken tree branch, blinking at us quizzically.

"Ah! A familiar face!" Will said, grinning.

The parrot squawked. "Don't eat me!"

"Aw, shit," I groaned. The Pelegostos had already captured them.

Will frowned. "I'm not gonna eat you."

"DON'T EAT ME!"

"Remember, Will," I said softly, "the parrot speaks for Cotton."

"No! Don't eat me!" The parrot squawked again.

Will thought for a second, but then his eyes widened. "Why didn't the shrimper's brother want to row ashore?"

I smiled weakly. "Um, yeah…there's a bunch of cannibals on the island." I started walking deeper into the jungle.

"Cannibals?" Will yelped. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"Do you wanna save your fiancée, or what?" I snapped. Will fell silent. "Because certainly...I want to save Ashe. And I will, even if you won't help me."

We kept walking until I found what I what I was looking for: a small, black flask hung over a tree branch. "Hey, Will!" I called out. "Look at this!"

Will approached the tree and held the flask in his hands. "Gibbs," he whispered. He noticed a string tied to the top and leading off into the forest. He pocketed the flask and slowly followed the string, unsheathing his sword to cut down some stray foliage. I followed behind, making sure to stat a good twenty steps behind him.

Will followed the string until its end, which was stuck between two tree branches. He pulled it out and stared at it, his brow furrowing in confusion.

I suddenly noticed that the tree trunk behind us looked an awful lot like a man. "Uh, Will?" I said quietly. "You might wanna move. Now!"

Before Will had time to reply, the cannibal pulled away from the tree and yelled. Startled, Will scrambled backwards. His foot got caught in a trap, and he flew into the air, hanging upside down from his foot.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Real smooth, Will."

The smile was wiped from my face as several more cannibals encircled us, all of them holding spears. I put my hand on my sword hilt, but it occurred to me that my sword might be left behind when we were dragged off. Will seemed to be doing the fighting for both of us; his sword swung around wildly as he dangled from the rope. It was just about the most pathetic thing I've seen in my life.

"Come on!" he shouted, swinging the sword faster. "Who wants it? I could do this all day!"

"Dude, just stop," I groaned, slapping my forehead. "You're embarrassing yourself. And me."

The Pelegostos eventually stopped fighting back and exchanged glances. One of the cannibals shrugged, raised a long wooden dart gun, and shot Will in the neck. Will's body convulsed, and then went limp. His sword fell to the ground.

The Pelegosto with the gun suddenly looked at me. He raised the gun to his lips, and my eyes widened. I cleared my throat. "Um…parley?"

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck, and I sank to the forest floor. Damn it Felicity...


When I came to, I had been taken to a less dense part of the jungle; I could easily see the sky. I was hanging from a long bamboo pole, with my wrists and ankles bound tightly to it. I lifted my head, feeling a little numb. The Pelegostos had taken us to their village, where scores of people milled about, watching me interestedly. I noticed with some difficulty that Will was tied up to another bamboo pole. The cannibals holding it were walking right behind my group, stepping off of a rickety-looking bridge.

The cannibals suddenly made a sharp turn, and the bamboo was swung around so I could see the front. Will's group did the same as the rest of the tribe gathered around. "Kali kali ten dadah!" one Pelegosto announced, raising his spear to the sky. I turned my head and gasped. The Pelegostos' attention was focused on a large throne made out of what seemed to be human bones. A brown and red blanket was propped over it, protecting the occupant from shade. And the person who was seated on the throne, wearing a feathered headdress and face paint that made him look like he had multiple pairs of eyes…

"Jack!" I exclaimed. Captain Jack Sparrow...In the flesh...right in front of me. He was wonderful, spectacular, and now...I felt even more in love with him. Stop Flik! Remember where you are now... My head voice told me as I went back to reality...Or um...Pirates of the Caribbean reality.

Jack opened his eyes and looked around, looking surprised. His eyes finally fell on me, and I felt myself grin widely. "Jack! I can't believe it's really you!" My big mouth had to scream. Okay, maybe I wasn't very good at keeping my mouth shut...but I've only been worshipping this man for ten years, that must count for something.

I heard a soft groan to my left and awkwardly craned my neck towards the sound. Will had finally woken up and was blinking curiously at Jack. "…Jack? Jack Sparrow!" He started laughing in relief. "I can honestly say I'm glad to see you!"

What an idiot...

I sighed. Oh Will...when will you ever learn to not be such a whelp?

Jack stood up, still with a blank look on his face, and strolled over to us. He poked Will in the shoulder a couple times, nodded once, and came over to me. I held my breath as Jack gave me a long look, hoping that I'd stay in control of the situation. I saw something flash in Jack's eyes before he turned away and walked over to the Pelegosto who had spoken.

Will suddenly looked less happy. "Jack? It's me – Will Turner!"

"He knows," I told him in a bored voice.

"Then why doesn't he say something?" Will hissed back.

"Cause he's the chief. The chief doesn't fraternize with the main course, or so I'm told." Will's face blanched.

"Basay ko?" Jack asked the Pelegosto.

The Pelegosto inclined his head. "Teen dadah. Eeseepis."

"Eeseepis," the rest of the tribe echoed, inclining their heads as well.

"Tell them to let us down!" Will called out, struggling against his bonds.

"He's not gonna say any thing, Will," I said in a frustrated voice.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Kele lum. Lum pikipiki. Lum eensy-weensy." He walked back over to Will's pole and knelt down by his (Will's) legs. "Lum saysayeunuchy. Snip-snip." He made a scissor motion with his hand.

"Ooooooh, eunuchy," the tribe murmured in understanding. Jack straightened up and began walking back towards his throne.

Will spotted the compass hanging from Jack's belt. "Jack! The compass, that's all I need! Elizabeth is in danger! We were arrested for trying to help you! She faces the gallows!" Jack froze.

I sighed heavily. "Okay Will...it doesn't matter right now."

Jack spun around and approached the cannibal again. "Saysay lum shupshup sha smarmy marmy shuku. Savvy?" The cannibal stared at him. "Maliki liki," Jack clarified, making a shooing motion.

The Pelegosto raised his spear into the air again. "Maliki liki!"

"Maliki liki!" The rest of the tribe shouted. The cannibals holding our poles began walking again, and Jack returned to his throne, but not before whispering, "Save me!" out of the corner of his mouth. I gave the slightest of nods.

"Jack, what did you tell them?" Will shouted as we were led away. "No! What about Elizabeth? JAAAAAACK!"


About twenty minutes later, Will and I had been placed in the cage holding Gibbs, Marty, Cotton, and some other crewmen, and were now dangling off of several vines hanging over at least a five-hundred-foot high cliff. The other cage was hanging about five feet away from us.

Gibbs grinned at me. "So...who are you now lass?"

"Felicity Todd. Nice to finally meet you Gibbs!" I smiled a little too much before remembering where and who I was.

He doesn't know you Felicity...Stop it. Be normal for once.

Only 'normal' didn't fit in my category.

"Sorry...I mean, I've heard so much about you." I blushed, nervously. "From Will." I said, shooting Will a quick glance before he could say anything stupid.

"Heh. I don't doubt it," Gibbs replied.

Will, who had been silent all this time, sighed heavily. "Why would he do this to us? If Jack is the chief –"

Gibbs nodded. "Aye, the Pelegostos made Jack their chief, but he only remains chief as long as he acts like a chief."

"So he had no choice," Will said, nodding thoughtfully. "He's a captive, then, as much as the rest of us."

"Actually, he's worse off," I corrected. "You see, with the Pelegostos…they kind of think Jack is…well, one of their gods."

Well of course...with that sexiness, who wouldn't?

"But the thing is, they consider his human form a prison, so they're planning on…'releasing him.'" I made air quotes with my fingers.

Cotton got it first; he reached over, grabbed Gibbs' hand, and bit down on it. Gibbs yelped and pulled his hand away, glaring at Cotton. I nodded. "Yeah. Basically that."

Will's eyes widened, but he spoke calmly. "Where's the rest of the crew?"

Gibbs smiled wryly. "These cages we're in weren't built till after we got here." Will and I hurriedly withdrew our hands from the bars. The wind suddenly changed, and the sound of drums could be heard easily. "The feast is about to begin," Gibbs told us. "Jack's life will end…when the drums stop."

We were silent a moment. "Well," I said. "Then I'm not just gonna sit here."

"You have a plan?" Will asked.

I nodded. "Yes, but I warn you: we're going to need courage, patience, and really crappy circus music. Can you handle it?" The crew exchanged weird looks and nodded gamely. "Cool. Okay, here's the plan…"


~Ashe~

I could not stand this dirty cell for one thing. The second was Elizabeth...

"How could he? How could he just ruin my wedding day...Just like that? It isn't fair, Holland."

"Not everything is fair in life. " I sighed heavily. This was going to be a long one.

Elizabeth shot me a look. "How can you possibly say that? You don't know what it feels like, and you especially don't have even a speck of humility inside you. A lady of this day and age would certainly know her place if a friend was-"

"Hey, Elizabeth! For one, I am certainly not a lady of this day and age, and two, I am not your friend! Have you even given me a chance to complain and tell you of my situation? No! You've been talking about your poor lifeless life...and how you didn't even act on piracy, well look at mine! I was thrown in here for your stupid wedding, and for your actions against the crown! Do not treat me like your servant!" I exclaimed. Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh...I shouldn't have said "stupid" wedding...after all, she did love Will. And they were perfect for eachother.

But already then, she was speechless. She looked down. "Hey, Elizabeth...I -I'm sorry. Your wedding isn't stupid. You and Will are really perfect for eachother, I couldn't imagine you with anyone else. And, I guess this is hard for everyone. Will and Flik are off trying to save us...but we never thought of saving ourselves?"

"You're right. And I guess I'm sorry too Miss Holland, I mean, Ashe. I shouldn't have showered my thoughts on you like that...It was, overbearing."

"I understand...Hey, Elizabeth, is there any way your father can get us out?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Now all I had to do was secure my freedom too.

"I don't know Ashe...but if he does, I'm going to find Will."

"Of course you are. I mean...if I got free I'd go find Flik. She's really all I have now." I sighed. Losing my only friend was harder than I thought. Well, Elizabeth was okay company, but Flik was in danger! And I needed to at least get through this with her!

Surprisingly, then, Elizabeth gave me a pat on the back reassuring me. "It's okay...Ashe, if there's any way...if my father can get me out, I promise, I swear I will help you out too...I'll do my best...I know how you feel."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. Elizabeth had always struck me as the 'self-centered' type.

"Of course, Ashe."

Just then, a loud clang erupted from the door as Governor Swann came rushing down. "Elizabeth!" He cried. "Elizabeth, theres no time please - "

"Father!" She exclaimed. "Why don't you tell me what's happening!"

"I've come to get you out, come now dear, we have no time-"

"What about Ashe?" She asked, as she pointed to me.

"It's too risky Elizabeth, I'm sorry dear, " He said to me, "But even this is too dangerous..."

"I'm not leaving without her!" Elizabeth cried. Yeah, that's my girl.

"Fine, fine, but hurry!" The governor said as he unlocked the jail cell door and got us both out. We hurried out of the prison and into the carriage. After a while, we stopped. I could hear Mercer outside:

"Evening, Governor. Shame, huh? He was carryin' this. It's a letter to the King. It's from you."

Then I knew what was going to happen next. "Elizabeth! Go! We need to go!" I exclaimed as she ran out as soon as she could without a second glance. I did the same, only...snag, my dress...that darned dress that Beckett gave me. It had caught on the handle of the carriage and now I was stuck.

"Shit, shit...fuck! " I swore. Then, all of the sudden, the door swung open as Mercer caught me. Elizabeth was already home free.

He cocked his head as he looked dead in my eyes. "Where is she?" He asked.

"Who?" I asked innocently. Even though my escape plan didn't work the way I wanted it to, I still wouldn't give her away, as much as I wanted to. It would totally ruin the movies.

"You know damn well who I'm talking about, Miss Holland!"

"Oh, her. The governor's daughter? I thought we were over that Mr. Mercer." I said with heavy sarcasm.

"Don't mock me. Unless you want to face the hangman's noose, you'll tell me where she is!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry, Mercer! But I honestly don't know. She's run off. I was going to join her, until this," I said as I pointed to my dress, "kept me from escaping. Congratulations, you've caught an innocent girl, again." I smirked at him. He then threw me to the ground. Ouch. That actually knocked the wind out of me.

"HEY!" I screamed.

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" He yelled at me.

"I honestly don't know! Please!"

"Back to the jail for you! I'll let Lord Beckett deal with you tomorrow...pray it be your neck to the gallows." He scowled.

God, was he ever a hateful man!