Wow sorry this took so darn long! I have had a severe case of writer's block on this chapter, which is why I admit it's the worst one so far. I apologize greatly, but I had to get it out of the way because….*drumroll*… I'm almost done with this fic. Yup, I've been writing the rest of the story in the meantime so you can expect chapter additions soon! And a sequel! Yay! Part-ay!

…Ooookay now that's done, I should get all the basic stuff out of the way….I don't own Pirates blah blah blah, these aren't our actual names, etc. And thank you all for all of the wonderful reviews!

Ok now enjoy!

Several minutes later, Gabs and I were sitting on the rails of the Interceptor, while the guys worked on sailing the ship. Jack was at the wheel, of course, and I had the strangest feeling that he was watching us…

"Gabs, what should I do about the medallion? I don't know if I should tell Jack or not…"

"Why wouldn't you tell him? You trust him, right?"

"Well of course I do. I know he's a good man but…" I looked over in his direction. He was happily steering, looking like a kid in a candy store. Or a five year old driving a car. Either one.

"But, I don't know I'm not sure how this could change things, ya know? I mean an extra Aztec coin is a pretty big element to the story and if we mess it up-"

"I wouldn't worry about that. You're smart, Lys, you will figure it out. Besides, we both know that Jack may seem crazy on the outside but he's completely brilliant. He will know what to do. And plus, didn't you tell me that he noticed the medallion already when he saved you? You have nothing to lose."

"I suppose," I replied warily. She did have a point.

I sighed and made my up the stairs to Jack.

"So, when do you think we will arrive at Tortuga?" I asked

"Sundown," he replied matter-of-factly, keeping his eyes on the sea ahead,

"but that's not what you came up here to inquire, is it?" He looked at me with a small grin. Dang, he was good. I gave a small laugh.

"Well I suppose there's no use pretending otherwise, Captain. Yes, I did in fact come to ask you something." I looked around to make sure Will was not in sight before I took out the medallion and held it up to Jack.

"Ah," he said mysteriously, "However, I am wondering how a lass like you came to own a trinket such as that."

"Would you believe me if I told you I had no clue?" He smirked.

"Probably not, but that answer be as good as any."

"Well, thanks, cause that's the only one I've got," I replied with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I wanted you to know about it and to ask if you will keep it a secret, especially from Will, because I'm sure he-" I paused to choose my words carefully, "-he wouldn't be too thrilled if he knew I was carrying a pirate medallion," I finished lamely. Jack smiled and nodded, but his gaze still hadn't left the gold object. That conniving mind of his was working to see how this fit into his grand plan, I could tell.

"Course, love. We will wait until the opportune moment. However, I do have plans of me own," he muttered under his breath and seemed to let his mind wander somewhere else. No doubt to his precious Pearl and the hurdles he was willing to jump through it to get it back. He refocused his attention to me.

"Right then. We shall keep your medallion safe and sound until the time arises, and away from dear William, aye?" I nodded and replied in true pirate fashion.

"Aye. Thanks Jack," I said and headed back down the stairs to Gabs.

"Oh, we should be arriving at Tortuga shortly, so go find the whelp and let him know if you would be so kind." I nodded, and headed down below the deck to find Will, all the while feeling a pair of eyes on me. As I searched, I felt uneasiness in my stomach, and it wasn't seasickness. Maybe this whole pirate thing was not as good as it cracked up to be. Ok that was a lie, it was pretty amazing, but I was feeling quite out of my element. That needed to change.

"More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep this sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you think?"

Our merry band of travelers carefully wandered into the messed up town that was Tortuga. Jack grinned like he was right at home, while Will watched the scene in front of him with a raised eyebrow.

"It'll linger."

"Yeah, I'm not feeling it either," I agreed. All around us were dirty, drunken citizens fighting, yelling, and, well, drinking. Not only were the sights horrifying, but also the smell was enough to make one pass out. I attempted to breathe as little as possible, plus I was beginning to feel horribly claustrophobic and anxious. The sooner Jack found Gibbs, the better. Yeah the whole "getting back in my element" thing wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of angry men taking it out on each other on the balcony of the tavern. With a bang and a crash, the unlucky loser flew through the rails and landed on the road in front of us. I winced.

"I'll tell you mate, if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted," Jack continued obliviously.

"So is that what you would tell that guy?" Gabi asked, pointing to the man in the middle of the road. Jack stopped walking, and leaned down to inspect the scene.

"Trifles," he replied casually. However, he was soon distracted by the sight of nearby redhead. Jack, who previously had an arm over Gabi's shoulder and mine, left our sides and strolled over to her.

"Scarlett!" he exclaimed. The fiery redhead narrowed her eyes and promptly slapped his face so hard that he turned all around to face us again. Gabi chuckled and crossed her arms.

"Not the answer you were expecting, was it?"

"Not sure I deserved that," he countered, rubbing his cheek. He soon turned around to face angry chick number two.

"Giselle!"

"Who was she?" she cried, motioning to Gabi.

"Wot?" Giselle promptly slapped him and walked away. We watched Jack, waiting for his reply.

"I may have deserved that."

"Yeah, probably," I agreed, and Jack narrowed his eyes. Then, he suddenly turned around, shifting his eyes side to side. Without warning, he grabbed our arms and dragged us through the town at an alarming rate.

"Jack, where are we going?" I yelled over the crowd.

"We should escape this wretched pit as quickly as possible," Jack responded.

"What? But five minutes ago you said-"

"Never mind that," he replied with a sense of urgency, "come along!"

I turned to make sure Will hadn't gotten himself lost. Luckily, he was still right behind us, with a bewildered look on his face.

"But we are leaving with a crew, right?" he asked.

"Ah yes," Jack replied, slowing and releasing our arms as we neared the tavern, "it just so happens that you know the man, who knows the man who knows the finest sailors in all of Tortuga."

"Well that's an oxymoron," Gabi muttered. Will leaned into me.

"Was that supposed to make any sense?"

"Don't worry about it."

We walked a small distance further to the back of the tavern, where a filthy, sleeping Gibbs lay amongst some pigs.

"You know," Gabi began, "nothing wakes up a stye- sleeping sailor better than a bucket of water." She held such a bucket in her hands and handed it to Jack.

"Right you are, love," he commented, and happily took the bucket from her. Wasting no time, he threw it all over Gibbs, pleasantly waking him up.

"Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!" he yelled, holding out a knife. When he saw the infamous captain before him, he put the knife away with a change of heart.

"Mother's love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. 'S bad luck."

"Should have thought of that before he fell asleep in a pig sty," I whispered to Will, and he responded with a chuckle. I saw another bucket full of water off to the side and handed it to him.

"Here, you get one too," I said with a smile. He nodded and smiled back.

"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it," Jack continued, kneeling to be eye level with his friend, "The man who did the waking buys, the man who was sleeping, a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking." Gibbs looked at him with wary eyes.

"Aye, that'll about do it." Will then glanced at me before emptying his water bucket on the already drenched man.

"Blast! I'm already awake!" he yelled.

"That was for the smell." Will countered. Everyone looked at Gibbs awkwardly, while he just gave a small look of agreement.

Several minutes later, after Gibbs had dried up somewhat, the five of us strolled back into the tavern. Actually, dodging was the correct word because walking in a straight line was near impossible. The bar was nothing but anarchy in its purest sense. Guns were firing everywhere, creepy pompous women were chasing after drunken men, and a few fights had even broken out as well. By now, I felt incredibly uncomfortable, and made sure to stick close to Gabi. She stayed silent for the most part, taking in her surroundings, while Will looked equally uncomfortable, and I gave him a look of sympathy. Meanwhile, Jack found a small table near the back where the pandemonium had decreased somewhat.

"Keep a sharp eye," he warned us. I rubbed my forehead to stop the beginnings of a headache. I started to head to the bar to see if they served anything non-alcoholic, but someone grabbed my arm. It was Jack.

"Don't go wandering off, love. This isn't exactly the safest place for someone such as yourself," he said cautiously. He was probably afraid of dealing with yet another angry woman.

"I'll be ok Jack," I said, a smile toying at my lips. "I'll just be right over there," I finished, pointing at the counter.

"Ah well if that's the case, let me escort ye. I could use a drink myself." I rolled my eyes. He could always use a drink.

Jack led the way to the bartender and ordered two rums. I waited patiently while never losing focus on the chaos around me, and by now, my head was throbbing. If Advil had been invented yet, I would have gladly gone on a search for it. Jack must have noticed my pain.

"Are ye alright?"

"Yeah," I said wincing, "I just need-" but I didn't bother to finish the sentence and turned to the bartender.

"Excuse me sir, but I was wondering if I could have some water." The large, gruff man looked at me curiously, and then started to laugh. Soon, everyone around us had joined in, while some slapped me on the back. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Scratch that, I needed to crawl in a hole and die.

"I'll take that as a no," I muttered. Jack was chuckling, but immediately stopped when I gave him a death glare. He ordered two rums and gently guided me back to the rest of our group.

"Now, stay right' ere and make sure the whelp doesn't get into any trouble, aye?" he asked quietly enough only for me to hear. I looked at Will, who seemed like he was about to crack any moment.

"Two things: first, am I the whelp's babysitter? And secondly, would you like to rephrase that question?" Jack looked at Will with a raised eyebrow, then back at me.

"Erm, no, I'll answer that later, jus' stay 'ere, alright? Rum," he finished shortly, like it was the answer to all of life's problems. Maybe there was something to that… I sighed as he walked off to the seated Gibbs and handed him his drink. My head was hurting more and more. I turned to Gabi and immediately she sensed I was uneasy.

"Lys, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied, crossing my arms and nonchalantly leaning against a wooden beam to get a better look at Jack and Gibbs' conversation, although I already knew every word of it. Unfortunately, Gabs stepped in front of me, blocking my view.

"Come on, where's your sense of adventure?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Um, I left that back on my warm, comfortable couch. It's much more exciting there."

"Oh please," she huffed, "that's a lame excuse."

"Well, that's all I got." In between our bantering, I heard bits of Jack and Gibbs' conversation:

It's a good thing I'm not a fool then, eh…

Barbossa…give his ship to you…

…matter of leverage…

I glanced over at Will and it was completely obvious that Gibbs' words flew like an arrow through the incredibly noisy room, and Will was the target. He glanced at the two, his curiosity peaked. I was te

Unfortunately, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud, "ahem." Apparently, Gabi had continued to talk and I missed every single word, and she was not happy about it.

"Are you listening to me?" she cried. I decided to play it cool.

"Yeah of course," I said with a sly grin, "you were ranting about me being lame or something…so, please, continue." She rolled her eyes.

"Ok I'm gonna let that one slide. ANYWAY, you really need to get a grip because we haven't even gotten to the most difficult part of this adventure yet and we need to figure out when to use the medallion, and you're acting like a lump on a log, which is ridiculous because you should be even more excited about this than me…."

"GABI!" I yelled, disturbing her annoying long run-on sentence, "please, just get to the end."

"Well, I didn't really have an end planned out, Miss, Smarty Pants. Gosh where's your sense of humor?" I smirked.

"Now THAT stayed behind with the five pound bag of gummi bears, and I haven't seen it since," I remarked dryly. Gabi threw her head back, and laughed. I couldn't resist, no matter what mood I was in, or how much my head hurt at this point, I just had to laugh along with her. I laughed because my best friend and I had magically ended up in our all time favorite movie, I laughed because Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting three feet away from me, I laughed because it was the only thing that made my headache go away, and I laughed because Will just had a panic attack and was waving his sword around. Wait, WHAT?

Apparently, some creepy teenage girl with her clothes halfway falling off, decided that she fancied poor, uncomfortable Will. Now Will, who had probably never left the safety or Port Royal before in his entire life, was not used to this sort of thing happening. Shortly after, Jack and Gibbs made their pact and slammed both of their mugs down on the table. Unfortunately for us, that was the straw that broke the camel's back for Will. In a sudden fit of disgust, discomfort, and overall bad timing that typically ran in his family, Will drew his sword, leapt in front of me and Gabi and began waving around the weapon. He ended the entire charade by kicking over a table with dramatic flourish. Of course, the whole tavern became dead silent and gawked at our group.

"You know, if you were waiting for the opportune moment," I whispered to Will, "that wasn't it." He frowned, clearly embarrassed, and sheepishly lowered his sword. Gibbs leaned into Jack.

"Kid's a bit of a stick, in'it 'e? Jack raised his eyebrows, unfazed by Will's outlandish reaction.

"You 'ave no idea."

While the tavern crowd resumed their prior activities, I threw my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing, and Will quickly re-sheathed his sword. Gabi, in the middle of a fit of suppressing giggles, with no success, put a comforting arm around the young Turner's shoulder.

"It's alright, Will, I would have done the same thing."

"Really?" he asked, smiling.

"Nope, but hey, at least you looked epic while making a fool out of yourself. Not many people can do that." His smile quickly vanished.

"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"

"Take it how you will," she replied, "but yes, it was supposed to be a compliment."

"Don't worry, we have your back," I added for good measure. He smiled at us.

"Well, I thank you both. You have been great friends to me on this voyage."

Gabi and I smiled at each other. Even though Will was one clueless puppy, he was still a very sweet guy with good intentions. No, this did not mean we would stop making fun of him, cause honestly, it was just too fun, but the kid had some potential. Maybe he would even make a great captain one day…..

….oh wait…