A/N: Hello mates! Here is the next chapter, chapter 8. I hope ya'll will all enjoy it. I loved all of your review and am grateful for them, and hope you'll continued with them.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the original characters nor the original plot, but I do own Isabelle, Charles, and my own semi-plot.

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We were in Tortuga near the next day. Unfortunately.

The crew apart from Jack, Mister Gibbs, and I, were off drinking rum, off playing around with women. Ah, the life of a pirate.

"Here luv. Drink slowly, and you've only got one." Jack told me, handing me a rum.

"Don't worry. I won't drink as much. I learned my lesson." I said, and he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, and sat next to Mister Gibbs, who was sitting at a table, looking for sailors. Jack sat near me, and opened up his compass. His stupid not-working compass.

I took a sip of my rum. The burning feeling went down my throat, but it tasted much better than it used to.

"Alright Miss. Keep your eyes open for any willing sailors." Mister Gibbs said, and I nodded.

"Aye." I agreed. Minutes later, a older sailor walked up to the table.

"And what makes you think you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?" Mister Gibbs asked him.

"Truth be told, I've never sailed a day in my life. I figure I ought to get out and see the world while I'm still young." he said. Young? You're a little to late. I mentally said.

"You'll do. Make your mark. Next?" Mister Gibbs asked, and while the first man sighed the roster, another man walked up.

"My wife ran off with my dog, and I'm drunk for a month, and I don't give an rat's ass if I live or die." he said. I nodded. Perfect for the Flying Dutchman.

"Perfect. N-" Mister Gibbs started, but the man stopped him.

"Oh, you've got a woman on board." he said, leaning towards me. I scowled at his breath.

"Hello there." he said.

"Pleasure." I said, coughing. He came closer.

"How about we get to know each other better?" he asked. I scooted back.

"Hah, um." I said, stick of what to say. I was creped out. The man looked up, and suddenly rejected from me.

"Sorry Miss." he said, and went back to Mister Gibbs. I looked back at Jack, and saw that he was glaring at the man. Then he realized that I was looking at him, and he went back to shacking his compass. I went to him. He opened his compass, and it was spinning around. It started to slow down, and was pointing on my direction. He shut it.

"Why doesn't your compass work?" I asked him.

"It works perfectly fine." he said.

"Well, why doesn't it point to North?" I asked him.

"Ah, it doesn't point to North, darling, it points to the thing you want the most." he said, and I blushed.

"I knew that." I said.

"What happens if you want two things?" I asked him.

"There is only one thing in the world that you want the most. Here." he said, and gave me the compass. I shock it, and opened it. It didn't stop spinning.

"As I said, it's broken." I told him.

"That's what happens when you don't know what you want." he said.

"I know what I want!" I yelled. No, I didn't.

"My names Charles Hamper." a man's voice said to Mister Gibbs. I knew that name.

"Charles!" I yelled.

"Isabelle?" he asked.

"Jack!" Jack yelled. I looked at him. He smiled. I melted.

"Oh God, Isabelle! I haven't seen you in such a while." he said, and I ran to him.

"Why are you in Tortuga?" I asked him, hugging him tightly.

"Nothing." he said.

"Tell me." I said, letting go of him, but still holding his shoulders. He looked down.

"After you left, I went to Lord Beckett, and maybe yelled at him a little. He sent me down to the brig, but I escaped. Now I'm here in Tortuga, drinking my guts out." he said.

"Oh God no. Why'd you do that?" I cried to him. He was- is in deep trouble for my being. Me? I can't let that happen!

"You were such a great friend. I knew you'd do the same." he said. I shook my head.

"You could've died!" I yelled at him, tears escaping my eyes. He took my in his arms.

"It would've been worth it." he said.

"Don't go with us. This crew isn't meant for you." I said, trying to warn him without telling him too much about the Flying Dutchman.

"No Isabelle. I want to be with you the rest of my life. Not as a lover, but as a friend. I can't let you get into any more trouble." Charles said, and I shook my head.

"Charles-" I started.

"He's perfect." Jack said, interrupting me.

"Sign the roster Master Hamper." Mister Gibbs said, and Charles said as he was told.

"Jack!" I sighed.

"Luv?" he said.

"How could you?" I said.

"We need all the people we can get." Jack said.

"You need all the people you can get." I told him.

"You need the compass to free yourself, Elizabeth, and Will. And maybe you can free dear Charles too." he said. I looked at him, speechless. I sat back down next to Gibbs.

"I'll see you on the ship Charles." I said, and he kissed my hand and left.

"Next?" Mister Gibbs asked. Another man came forward.

"Me got one arm and a bum leg." he said. I didn't look at his arm.

"It's the crow's nest for you. Next?" Mister Gibbs said as the man signed the paper. The next man came.

"Ever since I was a little lad, I've always wanted to sail the seas. Forever." he said to us. I nodded.

"Sooner than you think. Sign the paper than you'll be on your way to your dream." I told him, and he nodded.

"Thanks very much." he said. I could hear Jack talking to himself. I was mad at him. How could he let Charles come on this trip. How? I asked.

"How are we going?" Jack asked us. "Including those five? That gives us...five." Mister Gibbs said, and turned to the next applicant.

"And what's your story?" he asked. I turned to the applicant, and he seemed somewhat familiar.

"My story. It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life." the man said.

"Oh Lord." I whispered.

Oh My God. I said, hoping that Cotton would hear me.

"What's that Missy?" he asked.

The Commodore is here. I yelped.

"Commodore?" Mister Gibbs asked.

"No, not any more! Weren't you listening? I nearly had you all off Tripoli." from the corner of my eye I saw Jack taking a leaf and hiding behind it. I wanted to get away too. Norrington has always hated me.

"I would have, if not for that hurricane!" he continued.

"Lord, you didn't try to sail through it?" Mister Gibbs said. "So, do I make your crew or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice?" he yelled, and tipped the table over, along with Gibbs and I. I shrieked.

"So, am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or should I just kill you now?" he said, and pointed his pistol at Jack who was trying to hide behind a leaf.

"You're hired." Jack said, and straightened up from the leaf.

"Sorry, old habits and all that." Norrington said, and nearly shot Jack. Two of the sailors ran up to him, and tackled him. "Easy sailor!" one of them yelled. "That's our captain you're threatening!" the other yelled. Suddenly, chaos broke out. I picked myself up, and Jack walked up to us.

"Time to go!" Jack said. "Aye." Mister Gibbs said.

Round up everybody Cotton. Time to go. I told Cotton.

"Aye Missy." he said, and went to round up everybody. We begin to exit out, while Jack tried on new hats.

"No, not that one. What happened to your old hat?" I asked Jack forgetting about Charles.

"It is somewhere in the sea." he said, and walked off.

"In the sea- what?" I asked and looked at Mister Gibbs. He shrugged.

We where about to board the ship when a young man came to us.

"Captain Sparrow!" he called. "Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard." Jack yelled to him, not bothering to look. "I've come to find the man I love." the man said, and we looked around.

"I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and one love is the sea." Jack said, and motioned for Gibbs to kick him out.

"Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow." he said. William Turner?

"Elizabeth." Jack and I said in tandem. I ran to her and gave her a huge hug.

"Oh God Elizabeth. I thought I'll never see you." I said.

"I know." she quietly said, and let me go.

"Jack. I know Will came to find you, where is he?" she asked Jack. He smiled.

"I'm truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press ganged into Davy Jones' crew." Jack told her. Nothing to do with you? I mentally yelled at him, but kept my mouth shut.

"Davy Jones?" Elizabeth asked.

"Believe it or not." I said quietly. "Oh, please. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman." a man said. I turned and saw Norrington. He threw up. "You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?" Jack asked. "You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax." Norrington said to him. "You smell funny." Jack answered. I chuckled.

"Jack. All I want is to find Will." Elizabeth said. "I know...are you certain? Is that really what you want most?" Jack asked her. "Of course." Elizabeth answered. "Because I would think you would want to find a way to save Will most." Jack questioned, and I nodded, knowing what Jack was doing. "And you would have a way of doing that." Elizabeth asked him. "Well, there is a chest…" Jack started. "Oh, dear!" Norrington interrupted. I glared at him, and he threw up again. That's what happens when you have to much rum. "A chest of unknown size and origin." Jack told her.

"What contains the still beating heart of Davy Jones!" Pintel said, carrying a barrel of rum with Ragetti. Ragetti made a motion like he's pulling out his heart and it's thumping. "And whoever possesses this chest, possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving brave William from his grim fate." Jack continued saying. I nodded, believing him. "You don't actually believe him, do you?" Norrington asked. "How do we find it?" Elizabeth asked Jack, and Norrington rolled his eyes. "With this. My compass. Is unique." Jack said, and took out his compass. "Unique here having the meaning of broken!" Norrington said, and threw up once more. Gross. "True enough. This compass does not point north." Jack said.

"Where does it point?" Elizabeth asked the same question I asked before. "It points to the thing you want most in this world." Jack told her. She looked at me, and I nodded.

"He's telling the truth. "Every word. And the thing you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?" Jack asked, and gave her the compass.

"To save Will." she said. "By finding the chest of Davy Jones." Jack said, and quickly stepped away. Elizabeth opened the compass, and it pointed to a direction. Jack looked at the direction that it was pointing to.

"Mr. Gibbs!" he called. "Captain?" Mister Gibbs asked. "We have our heading!" Jack said. "Finally! Cast off those lines! Weigh anchor and prow that canvas!" Mister Gibbs yelled to the crew. "Miss Swann." Jack said, and motioned for Elizabeth to go onto the ship. She lifted her head, and walked on. Jack takes my hand, and we walk onto the ship, parting once we reach the deck. From afar I can hear Pintel talking to Norrington. "Welcome to the crew, former Commodore!" he said, handing Norrington a goat. Ragetti and I snickered. Maybe they aren't so bad. I thought.

They walked up to me.

"Would you like us to decorate the former Commodore's hammock with snakes." Pintel asked me.

"Would I ever?" I said, smiling.

That night we heard some girl-like screams, and it wasn't Elizabeth nor I.

Hehe, I've tooken a liking to Pintel and Ragetti (not like as I like Jack, ew, but normally as their really cool) so I think so should Isabelle.

Anyway, please review, and tell me how you liked/ dislike it.

P.S. Did any of you guys watch Miss. U.S.A last night and see the following last names: Sparrow from IL., Turner from both Connecticut and SD., and Swann from the District of Columbia. Odd right. I was hoping for a Barbossa.