God, I'm so excited about my story that I can't stop writing. I've already got bits and pieces of the next story, (which is DMC).

Sithlord8665: YAY FOR UPDATES! Hey, Sith Lords are awesome, right? Anyways, thanks for reviewing and I once again apologize for forgetting you.

my-beloved-monster: You're right again, luv. Goodness, what would I do without you? I believe I too am suffering from Sparrow withdrawal. It's extremely depressing.

I would like to inform all of you that I will now only do Jack's POV every now and then. Really only if I feel it's necessary that we see what he's feeling. Well, onto the epic fail story!

Oh, and sorry for not inserting the very important little disclaimer. If I owned Pirates, I would be in the bloody movie and I would be with Jack. But you don't see dear little Artemis, now do you?

(Artemis's POV)

Well that was bloody helpful, Tia! No, Jackie isn't off limits. Yes, I brought you here for no bloody reason at all other than my personal enjoyment. Yes, I'm a bloody sea bitch! I imagined Tia Dalma telling me. Sighing, I shook my head in frustration. WHY did I have to wish to fall into the world of pirates? LITERALLY! I'll just… tell Barbossa that I won't 'save' my sister. That way, I won't screw up the story or plot or whatever-

"Have ye made up yer mind, Miss Turner?"

I glanced quickly over my shoulder to look at Captain Barbossa and his obnoxious feather hat. "Yes, Captain, I have," I sighed. "I'm afraid I'm disclined to acquiesce to- oh screw this! No!"

He slowly smiled at me. "I see," he replied. He took a key ring out from his coat pocket and inserted a key into the cell door, swinging the door back and allowing me to exit aforementioned cell. "Then I beg that you accompany me and yer sister to the island, Miss Turner."

"N-Now? Right now?"

"There ain't no other time, missy."

Barbossa stepped into the cell and dragged a stunned me out onto the deck, where my hands were tied and I was shoved into a little boat-dinghy thing with Elizabeth. She glanced sadly over at me, then down at the medallion around her neck.

"This all happened because of this tiny little thing," she whispered in a barely audible voice.

I sent her a tiny smile. "It'll be alright, Lizzie, I promise. We'll get through this."

"Shut it, poppet," Pintel muttered, glaring at me.

Biting my lip, I stared down at my feet, thinking over Tia's last few words to me. What does she mean "Do not fear for witty Jack"? Oh, screw her, focus! When do Will and Jack show up to rescue us? Hm, it's right after Barbie slaps Elizabeth and she rolls down that mountain of treasure. I should probably try and go with her and Will onboard the Interceptor. Or maybe I should go find Jack and-

"Out of the boat, poppets," Pintel spat, drawing me abruptly out of my thoughts.

Elizabeth calmly stood and stepped out of the boat, while Ragetti grabbed my arm and pulled me up after her. The two of us were dragged through the enormous piles of sparkling treasure, then up to where the chest of Cortez's gold sat. This is where things get interesting, I thought half-amusedly.

(Jack's POV) (A/N- One of the last times I will be showing Jack's POV for this individual story.)

"You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the Fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga-" I paused, smiling at Will as he stared at the gold just below the water's surface. "And you're completely obsessed with treasure."

"That's not true!" he countered as we both silently got out of the boat. "I am not obsessed with treasure!"

As I glanced up at the gathering of the cursed pirates, I replied, "Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."

Together we hid behind a heaping pile of treasure, looking out at the mutinous Hector and the Swann girls, along with all the other pirates. Elizabeth's hands were bound in front and around her neck was the cursed medallion. Her sister, (Arianna, Allison…? Artemis!), was standing behind her with her hands bound tightly behind her back. One unlucky member of the crew was holding her bound wrists as she tried to desperately lash out with her legs and arms and free herself.

"Gentlemen, the time has come! Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end," Barbossa announced as he brandished a knife.

"Elizabeth! Artemis!"

"For ten years we've been tested and tried, and each man jack of you here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again!" Barbossa said. Lying bastard, I thought hatefully.

"Punished, we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crimes! Here it is: the cursed treasure of Cortes himself." He kicked the lid off of the chest. "Every last piece that went astray, we have returned, save for this," he grabbed Elizabeth's medallion.

"No!" Will dashed forward, but I pulled him back, out of sight. "Jack!" he hissed.

"Not yet. We must wait for the opportune moment."

"Screw the opportune moment," he muttered to himself.

"Eight-hundred eighty-one we found, but despaired of ever finding the last."

I glared at Hector, thinking all sorts of horrible curses and swears, then noticed Artemis Swann. The crowd of pirates were so captured by their captain's speech that they had failed to notice the lass's escape. She had somehow knocked her captor unconscious and was partially hiding behind the mountain of treasure that the chest of gold rested upon. Smart girl, I thought with a smirk.

"When, Jack? When's that? When it's of greatest profit to you?"

Stupid Eunuch. I sighed and looked at young William. "May I ask you something? Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?" I sighed again. "Do us a favor, William. I know it's difficult for you, but please try not to do anything… stupid."