A/N: New update! Hooray! All right, to quickly answer all your reviews , which I always LOVE:

Kayley Taylor …oh yes she did:P

dog youkai jane, oh yes, I think OC means Original Character but thanks for the info! ;)

Peace Like a River, why thank you mate! Your compliment flatters me:)

A Forgotten Fairy, KamceyFan Kacie., CaptainElizabethTurner, XxXPanicAtTheDiscoXxX, DxS Phreak, thank you too!

Mysterious Victoria, actually I meant that the title could either mean the crew caught in the storm…or Lisa and Will "caught in a storm"…get it? ;P And yes of course the scene mentioned was the one from CotBP

Now, to answer all of you: the pairing

Well.

How can I explain this?

I started this off with a precise one in my head, BUT lately I've decided that I might be changing things around a bit…in other words, I'm not going to tell you what the "final" pairing is going to be, not yet. Please don't hate me, I swear I'm just doing it to make the story more interesting! ;)

All I'm going to say about Will and Lisa is this: think Sparrabeth. Ok? ;P I know, I know, it still doesn't really make sense, but I promise I'll make it worth your confusion, ok?

Just know that I might just be letting Lisa have –er- more ways of choosing. But of course, there is going to be ONE pairing in the end. And I promise I won't get ridiculous with this (ahem…Lizzie-style,if you get the drift) so once again be assured and don't worry, everything will be cleared…sooner or later!

Savvy mates?

All clear then?

Great,on with the story then !!

Lots of love and thanks to all!

Xoxo

Kayla

Meeting the Other Captain

"That's the Flying Dutchman?" Will asked in disbelief.

Lisa rolled her eyes to the sky: he just couldn't figure it out, could he? Couldn't he tell Jack was obviously tricking him? Apparently, not. Jack smirked doubfully for a moment, but then nodded confidently at Will.

"Doesn't look like much," Will commented, shrugging.

"Neither do you," replied the Captain, "Yet you shouldn't underestimate it." After a moment's pause, he elbowed Gibbs painfully in the stomach.

"Ouch!" he said, before recomposing himself and hastily saying, "It must've run afoul of the reef!"

Jack nodded in agreeement, "So lad, what's your plan?"

Lisa decided this was the moment for her to go into action. So, suddenly stepping up besides Jack, she proclaimed, "We row over and search the ship until we find your bloody key."

Jack looked at her, but she merely looked right back at him, as though she'd just said something obvious.

"What?" exclaimed Will, "You can't be serious!"

"Actually, it so happens that I am," she replied.

"You can't come with me!" he argued.

"Why not?"

"It's too dangerous!" Lisa huffed, as if to say 'Big deal'. "I can't let you do it."

"Well, I'm not asking for permission, am I?" she retorted, starting to feel annoyed. Why wouldn't he just let he be?

"But-"

"Don't you-"

"Why do-"

"Just trust-"

"All right, all right, stop it! STOP IT! The both of you!" Jack shouted, fed up with their childish behaviour, "You're getting on my very last nerve! Figure it out by yourselves and let me know when you're done!" And he stormed off, irritared.

Will and Lisa shut up and stayed silent for a moment. Lisa was trying to find a good reason to tell Will why she should've gone with him, but truth was, knowing was was awaiting him she wanted to have the chance to stay with him just a while longer.

At last, she said, "Look, if we both go, it's going to take us half the time to find the key. And if things get dangerous…" the sentence died off. Of course things were going to get dangerous! "…Well, I'll take the risk." She concluded.

Will seemed to think it over for a moment, but finally said, "All right, you can come. But we better hurry. And you have to swear, if there's any trouble and I tell you to go hide, you'll go and hide without arguing, all right?"

"Sure," she said, half-mockingly, following him as he went up to Jack. The pirate turned around when he heard them approaching.

"We're going," announced Will.

"You are?" Jack blinked, apparently surprised, "Oh. So…she's coming too?"

"I am," Lisa answered.

"Oh." Jack repeated simply, and for a fleeting moment, Lisa thought she saw the tiniest hint of disappointment cross his face, before he seemed to mentally shake himself and said, "Very well then, you're off. Gibbs! Get a boat ready for these two!"

Gibbs did as he was told, and Will went with him to see if he needed any help. Jack turned away from Lisa, trying to act nonchalantly as he walked up to the ship's rail and stood there, looking out towards the dark ocean that spread out in front of them. Lisa, however, could tell something wasn't quite right. She stepped up besides him.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

He looked at her as though he had no idea what she was talking about, "Nothing," he answered.

"Are you quite sure?" she insisted, raising an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Hmm….funny," said Lisa, frowning and placing a hand under her chin as though she were thinking, "For a moment there I thought you didn't want me to go with Will. But, oh well," she added hastily to block his response,"I guess I was wrong then."

"Lisa!" Will called out, "The boat's ready!"

"Oh, what do you know? They're ready!" she told Jack, leaving him without another word. He simply gaped at her, still shocked by what she had just told him, as he watched her casually walk to the other end of the ship.

"Oh, and one last thing, Captain?" she suddenly asked, swirling around, "If I were you…I'd turn off these lights once we're gone!"

This shocked Jack even more: did she know about his plan? And if she did, then why was she still following Will? He thought about this and went after her just as she finally reached Gibbs, who was holding the ladder for her. She easily hopped over the rail and started to climb down to the small boat where Will was waiting for her, while Jack arrived.

"Your charriot awaits!" Ragetti cackled as she decended, laughing hysterically.

Lisa smirked at him as she landed in the swaying boat and yanked the rope he was holding away from his hands. Then she sat down besides Will and looked up. Jack was peering down at her, but he didn't speak. They exchanged an intense stare, and Lisa couldn't repress a delighted grin: was that a worried look Jack had on his face? Yes, now there was no mistaking it: Jack was actually worried for her! But as soon as he noticed her smile, he changed his expression and yelled at them, "If you are captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! Might save your lives!"

"I'm sure it will!" Lisa yelled back at him.

She and Will then faced their next obstacle: reaching the wreckage without becoming one themselves. They had a hard time trying not to have the boat tossed over by the waves, but in the end they managed to crash into the "Dutchman" and disembarked. Lisa's clothes were by now so wet that she didn't even feel the rain anymore. Will led the way onto the ship, holding a lit lantern. The place was spooky, and Lisa gulped, careful to stay right behind Will. They took a few cautious steps, peering around, and noticed a shadowed figure moving not far from them. They walked towards it, and the lanter finally showed them it was a man, hoisting an unexsiting flag and looking absolutely terrified of something. Will gave Lisa a perplexed glance

"Sailor?" he said, "Sailor!" he repeated more loudly when he got no answer. The man stopped moving, but kept on shaking. "It's no use," Will tried to explain, "You've run aground."

The man mumbled some answer Lisa couldn't make out, and started hoisting again. Lisa was beginning to feel scared, and backed off a few steps, when suddenly she heard a loud splash coming from behind her. She yelled and spun around: a man had just fallen from the crow's nest!

"What is it?" Will asked, immediately by her side. He saw the corpse, which was lieing on its face, and hung the lantern to the main pole. Lisa watched him, trembling slightly from the fright, and he turned the man around: he no longer had a face, but a horrible pulsing piece of flesh. Will jumped back, shocked, and Lisa closed her eyes in disgust.

"Oh. My. God!" she exclaimed.

"We have to get out of here," Will told her, but no sooner had he said that, that they heard a roaring noise coming from the ocean. They both looked up and hurried over to the side of the ship: there, in front of their stunned eyes, the Flying Dutchman – the real one- had just burst right out of the waves. Will and Lisa both stared at it, amazed by its appearance. Up close, Lisa thought it looked ever more threatening and marvellous, all together.

Then, without warning, she felt someone grab her hands and tie her wrists together behind her back.

"WILL!" she yelled, and he jerked his head around: a figure, half-man and half-fish, had just taken hold of Lisa! In fact, other similar creatures, likewise half-men and half-fish, were now coming out of the ship itself, surrounding the couple.

Lisa began kicking and squirming to free herself, but immediately stopped when the fishman put a blade to her throat: if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that he would definitely not hesitate to kill her. Her breath quickened and her heart was beating wildly, but she tried to keep her cool as much as possible.

In the meantime, Will had drawn his own sword to confront the fishmen.

"Get away from her!" he ordered, pointing the weapon to the one holding Lisa.

They just cackled wickedly, but of course nobody listened to him. They were now standing in a circle, with Will in the middle against the main pole, Lisa being held just in front of him, and the rest of the fishmen either searching the ship for bodies or crowding around.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will saw the lantern still burning behind him, and suddenly whipped around, immerging his sword in some black liquid and then smashing the lantern with it. A flame immediately blazed from it, and he threatened Lisa's captor again.

"I said," he repeated through gritted teeth, "Get. Away. From. Her."

Now that he was holding a flaming blade, the fishmen seemed a little less smug, and the laughter died off. "All right," shouted the one holding Lisa, "Take her!" And without warning he threw her towards Will, who had to drop the sword to stop her from getting hurt. He caught her, and she held onto him, shaking with fear. Now that they were unarmed, the fishmen were once again menacingly glaring at them.

"It's all right, Lisa," Will said, although he too was scared, "We'll get out of this. I-"

Lisa felt his arms suddenly grow limp as he fell to the floor. One of the fishmen had hit him on the head! She yelled and fell on her knees, pulling him up on her lap. An eerie laughter rang around her, and she felt her skin crawling. What was she going to do now?

She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Will already begin to stir, but before he'd opened his eyes, one of the fishmen had roughly pulled her up on her feet, and dragged her away. She tried to oppose as best as she could, but was really too weak to do him any harm. She was forced to the side of the ship, where the men shoved her onto a wooden bench alongside the other survivors of the ship. Will was thrown on the seat next to hers just a few moment later, and he appeared to be conscious again, although he wasn't completely awake yet. Lisa tried her best not to tremble and keep a dignified attitude. The fishmen were now standing still, as though waiting for someone, and the rain gradually stopped. There was silence amongst them, and nobody dared to speak. In the meantime, Will had regained full consciousness, to Lisa's relief.

Her shoulders were still trembling, no matter how hard she tried to control herself. And to think she'd always watched that scene and made fun of the shaky survivors, boasting about how she would be brave enough to not flinch one little bit and laugh right in the face of those horrible mutated men. In reality, after seeing that corpse, being attacked so suddenly, and seeing Will get knocked unconscious had shaken her a lot.

Will saw her and slowly moved his hand, placing it on top of hers. She was startled and jumped slightly when she felt his touch, but then she managed to look up at him and smile briefly as a thank you.

Not too long after that, they heard a distant thud, followed by another, and another, and another: someone was walking up the deck towards them. Lisa turned just in time to see a massive figure rising right out of the water and onto the ship. Even though he was hidden in shadow, she knew at once who he was. He stepped into view, and there he was: tall, dark, he was wearing a drenched, ripped black coat and a hat from which seashells hung. One of his legs was missing, and a crab leg had replaced it. Likewise, his left arm was a crab's claw, and his other had a long tentacle for a finger. But what struck Lisa the most was his face, covered by a thick beard of tentacles that swayed with each step he took. He walked slowly, and the other survivors flinched each time his crab leg hit the pavement. Lisa, however, suddenly found she wasn't afraid anymore. Probably this was due to the fact that since he had appeared his crewmembers had backed away in respect, and weren't threatening her anymore…for now.

And so there he stood, massive and proud. Davy Jones.