A/N: Hello, dear readers. I know there are very, very, very few of you - in fact, no one's reviewed! I'm ashamed at you! But I like this idea so much, I don't care that you're not that commited to it. I've enabled annonmous posting, so if you're not registered but you want to reply anyway, you can.

Part 6, here we come.

"Jaack, are you awake?" I called. I was bored. Very, very, very bored. I had been awake for a little over an hour, and was waiting for angsty Will to come in.

"I am now," he hissed.

"Can I have my sheath back? You certainly aren't using it. Plus, we're going to get out soon."

"How do you know?"

"Just trust me. I know things. I'm from the future, 2007 to be exact."

"Ahhhh..." Jack said, not really believing that I was telling the truth. He went back to the proccess of trying to pick the lock with the bone, which he had started the night before. He got no further than he had the night before, when I had tried to convince him that it wouldn't work. Then, after a few minutes of this, there was the sound of a heavy door opening above us. Jack flung himself down onto the straw, but I sat up near the bars. Suddenly, Will Turner came into view.

"Will!" I said. He glanced at me, then turned back to Jack.

"You! Sparrow!"

"Aye?" Jack called from the floor.

"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"

"I've heard of it."

"So have I!" I said.

"Where does it make berth?"

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" Will made no moventment to indicate that he had, so Jack plunged on. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isle de Muert. It's an island that can not be found except by those who already know where it is."

"Like him! And me, kinda. And you, one day," I said. Clearly I was not being helpful.

"The ship's real enough. Therefore it's anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"

"Why ask me?"

"You're a pirate, stupid," I said to Jack.

"The girl's right," Will said.

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?"

Will grabbed a hold of the bars of the cell and shook them. "Never."

"Too bad, you're gonna," I said.

"Everything she's said so far has turned out to be true, mate."

"They took Miss Swann," said Will, getting back on tangent.

"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl!" Jack said excitedly. "I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her recue, and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"I can get you out of here."

"How's that, the key's run off."

"Half-pin barrel hinges," I said, matter-of-factly.

"Once again, she's right. I helped build these cells. These are half-pin barrel hinges." Will walked over and grabbed the bench. Jack was watching, interestedly. "With the right leverage, and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

"What's your name?" Jack asked suspiciously.

"Will Turner."

"That would be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named for your father, eh?" Jack had now adopted Will's confident manner, and Will a confused one.

"Yes," Will said after a pause.

"Uh huh. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl, and your bonnie lass. Do we have an accord?" Jack stuck out his hand for Will to shake, and he did.

"Agreed."

"Agreed! Get me out!" Will lifted the door free.

"Hurry, someone will have heard that," Will pointed out.

"Not without my effects!" Jack said.

"Hey! What about the future-telling girl?" I asked. Will looked at Jack, with a look that said, you can't possibly leave her here, can you? and Jack rolled his eyes.

"Fine, she comes too." Will lifted my door off, and I picked up my sword and walked out.

"Sheath, please," I said to Jack. He handed it over, and I stuck my sword in it and it in my belt. We ran out and managed, by an all-mighty stroke of luck, not to encounter any gaurds. We snuck through town and down to the general dock area. Standing under a now-famous bridge, Jack asked Will a very important question, after one of Will's not-so-smart ones.

"We're going to steal a ship. That ship?"

"Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship."

"Nautical term," I explained.

"One question about your business, boy," Jack said. "Or there's no use going. This girl. How far are you willing to go to save her?"

"I'd die for her," Will said bravely.

"Stupid," I muttered.

"Oh good. No worries, then." We snuck off, from there, to the shore, and hid under one of the upside-down canoes. I had always been amazed this worked in the movie, and that Will and Jack didn't run out of air in there bubble, and now I was praying to god that this would be more than enough air. I wasn't quite tall enough to hold up the canoe and touch the ocean floor, so I just held onto the top of the canoe and floated along.

"This is either madness, or brilliance," Will said, and then stepped into a lobster trap. I giggled.

"It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide," Jack said.

"Too true!" I said, feeling very light-headed and giggly. Will tried to get the trap off of his foot, but it didn't work too well. In the end, it ended up being worth the trouble of dragging a lobster trap along with us, because we used the rope that had connected it to its barrel-bouy to get up the back of the Dauntless. Jack just walked down from the poop-deck (which is the raised part of the deck, so I've been told) on the steps, but Will just had to show off and jump over the railing. I followed Jack's, for once, safer method.

"Everyone stay calm!" Jack yelled. "We are taking over this ship!"

"Aye! Avast!" Will yelled. Everyone laughed at him.

"You bloody idiot!" I yelled. "You don't do that, stupid!"

"This ship cannot be crewed by two men," Gillette said, then noticed me. "And a young 'un. You'll never make it out of the bay!"

"Son," Jack said, pointing his pistol between Gillette's eyes and cocking it. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy?"

A/N: And so, I leave you. Please review. I'll love you more if you review.