Here is the next chapter! I apologize for the delay but college life leaves no free time. Like, ever. Enjoy! I still hate the name of this story so please give me suggestions. Also fav, review, subscribe and all that jazz. You readers are awesome!

*Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. I do own my OCs and any original plotlines that appear later on the story (and I mean way later.) Please do not steal them. I worked hard on them.


Alice went down below the deck of the Interceptor and search for spare clothing. She didn't want to be stuck in a dress the entire time. She rooted through some chests with the belongings of the marines who were supposed to use this vessel to hunt for the Black Pearl. It took time, but she eventually found some clothes that were small enough to fit her. Even then, they were still too big for Alice's tiny frame. She eventually found a white shirt that didn't fall off her shoulders, a brown vest that was still loose on her, and some breeches that managed to stay on her hips. She had no intention of shoving her feet into a marine's sweaty, gross boots, so she went barefoot for the time being.

Alice walked back up the stairs and onto the deck where Will sat sharpening his sword and Jack adjusted some of the rigging. "When I was lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."

"Is that so?" Jack asked.

"My father, Will Turner," Will said as he stood up. He followed Jack up the deck and to a rope that Jack apparently needed to adjust. "At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father."Alice leaned against the mast and watched the scene unfold. Now wasn't the time to intervene. Jack sighed and looked at Will.

"I knew 'im. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill," Jack said.

"Bootstrap?" Will asked. Jack walked over the steering wheel and grabbed the wheel.

"Good man," Jack said. "Good pirate." Alice dropped her jaw and looked up at Will, who shared her look of disbelief. Jack turned to Will and said, "I swear, you look just like him."

"You never told me your father was a pirate," Alice said.

"It's not true," Will said. "He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law." Jack rolled his eyes and turned around.

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag," he said.

"My father was not a pirate!" Will insisted. He drew his sword and pointed it at Jack.

"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again," Jack said, not even turning around to look at Will. Alice continued to say nothing and merely stood, watching the scene. This was obviously a tense moment for Will.

"You didn't beat me," Will growled, glaring daggers into the back of Jack's head. "You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd killed you."

"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" Jack said. He swung the wheel and the yard of the rear sail slammed into Will. He wrapped his arms around the yard and held on as he was swung out over the sea. Alice started laughing hysterically at the humorous scene in front of her. Will glared at Alice and shook his head. Alice merely shrugged and leaned against a railing. Jack drew a sword and walked over by the edge of the ship where Will now hung."Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy?"

"Um, hey, I still exist here, Sparrow," Alice interjected. Jack looked from Will to Alice.

"Yes, but you're tiny," he said. He looked back at Will, ignoring Alice's dropped jaw. "So," he said as he swung the wheel once again and brought the sail back over the ship. Will dropped to the ground and Jack walked up to him, sword drawn. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate?" Jack flipped the sword so the handle was facing Will. "Or can you not?" Will took the sword and looked up at Jack.

"Tortuga?" he asked.

"Tortuga," Jack replied. He turned on his heel and looked Alice up and down. "You know how to use a sword?"

"I was a noblewoman," Alice replied.

"Yet you know prisons like the back of your hand," he replied. Alice shrugged.

"True..." she muttered. "I can use a sword, but I wouldn't considered myself a skilled swordswoman. I know enough to get me by."

"Wait," Will said as he stood up. "Who taught you? I kept telling you no whenever you asked me."

"Gillette, actually," Alice said. "He fancied me and I took advantage of it. The only reason he agreed to teach me was because I used the cliché, 'you must be so brave' act." She snorted loudly and shook her head. "Gentlemen are so easy to fool with a pretty face." Jack smirked and nodded.

"You were definitely born to be a pirate," he said. Alice smiled and laughed. Jack took a dagger from his belt and handed it to Alice. "Keep that on you at all times, especially in Tortuga."

"Aye, Captain," she said. She stuck the dagger in her belt. "So... the ocean. It's very... ocean-y." Jack and Will furrowed their brows and stared blankly at Alice. She bit her lower lip and nodded. "Yep. Ocean-y." Wow. Seriously Al? The only thing you could think of saying was 'the ocean is ocean-y?' Smooth... She thought, attempting to ignore the confused looks from Jack and Will.

"Really?" Jack asked with a chuckle. "Ocean-y?"

"Shut up," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "How long till we get to Tortuga?"

"About two days," he said. Alice sighed and turned towards the hold. "Where are you going?"

"To practice with this toothpick of a weapon you gave me," Alice shouted back, still walking confidently to the hold of the ship. She could practice on sacks of whatever and barrels of who-knows-what.


"She did WHAT!?" Kitty looked down, not wanting to see this side of her father. It was common for him to be upset with Alice for one thing or another, but she had never seen her father like this. She had never heard his voice contain so much rage nor his eyes so much fury.

"She helped Will Turner break Sparrow out of prison and commandeer the Interceptor," she repeated. "I can scarcely believe it myself, but at the same time I feel that we should have expected this out of her." Governor Swann rubbed his temples. He muttered something incoherent under his breath; though Kitty was able to catch the name, "Alice" in there several times.

"Perfect," he grumbled. "First my two eldest are captured by pirates, then my youngest decides to go gallivanting in the Caribbean with a blacksmith and a pirate!"There was a knock on the door . Kitty turned around and glanced at the door. "Would you get that, Kitty?" Kitty nodded and grasped the ornate gold handle. When she opened the door, Commodore Norrington stood before.

"Good afternoon, Commodore," Kitty greeted, as was custom. Norrington gave Kitty and polite nod.

"Commodore," Governor Swann started, "Were you able to catch the Dauntless?"

"We caught the Dauntless," Norrington said with venom in his voice. Kitty raised an eyebrow, confused as to why he was using that tone. "But then Sparrow, Turner, and your youngest boarded the Interceptor and escaped."

"They did what?" Kitty gasped. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her dropped jaw.

"I could scarcely believe it myself," Norrington said, his face and voice cold and stern. "Before they left the Dauntless, however, they disabled the rudder chain. That needs to be repaired before we can set sail to find Lydia and Elizabeth, and I suppose now we must find Alice as well."

"How long will it take," the Governor asked, his tone lined with concern and fury. Kitty sat down in a chair in the corner of the study watching the conversation quietly and intently.

"No more than three days," he reported. "I have the best shipwrights working on it at this very moment."

"Three days behind," Governor Swann muttered.

"I do not enjoy this delay either. However, the rudder chain is crucial to making sure we sail properly," Norrington said.

"While the repairs are being made, make sure accommodations are prepared for Kitty," Governor Swann ordered. Norrington raised an eyebrow. Kitty snapped her head up and stared wide-eyed at her father. What did he mean by "accommodations for Kitty?"

"What?" Kitty asked.

"Governor-" Norrington started, but Governor Swann raised a hand to quiet him.

"Commodore, I have lost three of my daughters within two days. I wish to keep my remaining one close by," Governor Swann explained. "Accommodations can be made for Kitty to travel with us?" Norrington seemed to ponder this for a moment and sighed.

"Under normal circumstances we would not allow women travel on a naval mission. However, an exception can be made in this case, as Katherine has no other guardian in Port Royal and would be without protection," Norrington said. "After all, we cannot leave the daughter of the Governor alone with pirates seemingly drawn to your family."

"Thank you, Commodore," Governor Swann said. "Now, I have business I need to attend to. Kitty, could you escort Commodore Norrington out and leave me be until dinner?"

"Yes, Father," she said dutifully. She turned around and opened the door to the hallway. Norrington followed suit and motioned for Kitty to go while he held the door, as was fitting of a gentleman. They walked down the hallway silently. Kitty finally spoke up after a few minutes. "Thank you for allowing me to accompany you on the journey to find my sisters. I will try not to be a distraction or a nuisance in anyway."

"The last time I was on a ship with you was when you were ten, Katherine," Norrington said. Katherine let out a faint smile. "You and Alice were constantly making mischief."

"We were bored children. I cared merely for fun and music," she retorted with a soft smile. She let out a faint chuckle. "Alice came up with most of the ideas; I just helped because I thought of it as a game."

"It may have been funny for you and the crew," Norrington said. "It was not so funny to me and the Captain." Kitty turned to Norrington with a teasing smirk.

"If I recall correctly, the Captain encouraged Alice on more than one occasion." Norrington raised an eyebrow and let out a light laugh.

"Really? Because I have no recollection of this so-called 'encouragement.' I seem to remember him complaining to me." Kitty paused and shook her head.

"Who was the one truly complain? You or him? Perhaps he merely agreed with you to get you to be quiet," Kitty said. Norrington sighed and turned to Kitty.

"Katherine, one of these days your wit is going to get you into trouble," he said with a teasing smirk.

"Yet you and most others seem to find it more endearing than annoying," she countered. A silence hung between the two for a few moments. Kitty could swear she felt her heartbeat speed up. For a moment, she could swear she had gotten lost in his eyes.

"Perhaps." They continued into the foyer, where a butler stood ready to open the door. "Though I did not enjoy the fact that most of said jokes were on me."

"Alice is more to blame for that," Kitty said. They stood in front of the door. "I shall see you in three days time, then. Or sooner should you need to discuss something with my father."

"Three days, then," he said. "Farewell, Katherine." He turned on his heel and exited the estate. Kitty sighed and shook her head. If he was to marry her sister she needed to get rid of the romantic feelings she had for him. She walked up the stairs to her bedroom. After all, she needed to prepare for a journey at sea.


Lydia woke up the next morning half expecting to be in her room. Part of her hoped that the events of the previous night had been nothing more than a nightmare. Her faint hope had been crushed as soon as she moved her right arm. She let out a groan as a sharp pain shot down her arm and through her shoulder. She felt Elizabeth run up behind her and help her up. "Thank you." Elizabeth merely nodded. The two sisters sat in a terrifying silence. "Have any of them come in since last night?"

"No," she said. Lydia ran a hand through her hair with her good arm and shook her head.

"I can't believe this," she said. "How are we going to escape? We're in the middle of the ocean!"

"We don't," Elizabeth said coldly. "We can't; not until we get to land."

"And even then it'll be difficult to get back to Port Royal," Lydia added. "Not to mention I have a bad arm now." She sighed and leaned against the wall. She looked at her wrapped shoulder. Blood and dirt stained the white wrappings. "If there is a chance to escape, take it, Elizabeth."

"I won't leave you behind," she snapped. Suddenly the door opened and the skinny pirate (Lydia was almost sure his name was Ragetti) entered. His single eye darted to Lydia.

"The Captain wants to see you," he said. "Probably about that shoulder." Lydia nodded and stood up. She looked over at her sister for a moment before turning to Ragetti. She quietly followed him out of the storage room they were thrown in and onto the deck of the ship. Her appearance on the deck earned her many glances from the ragged, dirty crew... and she certainly didn't like some of the more lustful glances.

Lydia gulped and looked down, avoiding their gazes. They walked into the same cabin where Barbossa had removed the bullet from her shoulder. This was probably the Captain's cabin then. She looked up and saw Barbossa coming towards her wearing his large, ostrich-feathered hat. He sure loved his hats...

"The shoulder," he said. Lydia raised an eyebrow in confusion. It didn't sound like a question and she wasn't entirely sure of what he wanted.

"It still hurts?"

"Of course it would, idiot girl," he snapped. "I need to see the shoulder." Lydia flushed when she finally understood his meaning. She glanced awkwardly at Ragetti. Barbossa seemed to notice this and sighed in annoyance. "Ragetti, wait outside." The one-eyed pirate nodded sheepishly and darted out of the room. He knew better than to anger his captain. Lydia worked her injured arm out of the sleeve of her nightgown. Barbossa took the edge of the fabric binding her wound and started to unravel it. The dried blood from the fabric stained his hands, but he seemed to care little about the blood or her breasts. She was glad for that... it saved the small bit of pride that lurked in the corner of her mind.

Barbossa looked at the wound on her shoulder and inspected it. "Doesn't look infected right now, but it could easily become just that." Lydia remained silent. The captain shook his head. "And you're once again mute."

"I-I just know that there is nothing to say," she responded. Barbossa let out a ghost of a laugh.

"At last, a woman who knows when to shut up," he said. Lydia narrowed her eyes. Barbossa didn't seem to notice (or if he did, he either didn't care or chose to ignore it). He grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it on the wound. Lydia hissed in pain and clenched her fist. A light smirk graced the captain's face. Lydia wasn't sure if she should question the intentions behind the smirk. He grabbed spare cloth and wrapped the wound once more.

"Am I done here?" she asked as he tied the cloth. He pulled the knot hard and Lydia gasped in pain. She glared up at Barbossa, who was still smirking.

"Aye, lass," he said. "You're done." Lydia got up and turned to leave. "Where do you think your going?"

"I-I assumed I was going back to the room that acts as my cell," she said.

"Yes, but I feel that it'd be more entertaining to keep you and your friend apart; have her wonder whether or not I've killed you yet," he said. "And we humble pirates could do with some entertainment." Lydia let out a shaky breath and started slack jawed and wide eyed at Barbossa.

"You are a cruel man."

"But as you can plainly see, I don't care." Lydia shut her jaw and tensed it, shaking her head.

"So I'm confined to your cabin." Lydia knew the answer. It wasn't a question. Barbossa walked up to her and smirked.

"Aye, lass." He walked past her to leave his cabin. He opened the door to leave and turned to look back at her. "By the way," he said, glancing down quickly. "Your tits aren't that bad." Lydia covered her chest quickly and flushed a deep scarlet. How could she have forgotten that!? Barbossa laughed loudly. "It's entertaining to make you squirm, Miss Selwyn." He slammed the door behind him. A moment later, she heard the lock click. Lydia worked her arm back into the nightgown, failing to ignore the sharp twinges of pain in her shoulder. She sat down on the window seat near the back of the cabin and stared out at the large blue expanse of ocean she was trapped on. She took a shaky breath, wondering if she would ever get out of this alive and intact. She could only pray that Elizabeth would stay safe.