A/N: I know, I know I haven't updated since... -checks- January?! Really? Woah, I didn't even realize... I'm sorry, luvs! Truly. Time slipped away from me. But hey - at least I did update. That has to count for something... right? Right?! -sigh- Well, anyway, thank you to all my lovely reviewers from Chapter Seven. You all are amazing.

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Are you going to have it continue on into DMC and AWE or end it at the end of CotBP?: Yes, I do plan on continuing this on to DMC and AWE - it'll probably just take a really, really long time. Hang with me, dears.

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Fell Too Far

Chapter Eight

All right, so, apparently, it's harder to escape a jail house than it seems. I mean, there's more to it than just getting out of the stupid cell. You have to sneak past the guards, then the civilians, and not to mention the other prisoners in the other cells that are threatening to tattle if you don't let them out...

Luckily for us, our beloved Captain Sparrow knew how to maneuver around such obstacles. He debated with the other criminals using a wide varied vocabulary and a logical sense of reasoning.

...

All right, I lied.

Basically, he confused them with round-a-bout conversations and his slurred words. What? I was trying to give him a little credit, is that so bad? Okay, now I really know the heat's getting to me...

I sighed loudly at myself, then in relief as we finally got back to the beach, past everyone. We didn't even get caught! It was great, really. I've never actually sneaked past anyone without getting caught, before. Shows you how many times I got caught sneaking in a three in the morning, when I was still a teenager.

"I feel old," I said, pouting, to Lee. She glanced back at me and scrunched up her brows.

"Old? How can you feel old? You're twenty four, for Pete's sake!" She practically yelled at me. God, she's just so serious all the time. You'd think she was turning thirty or something...

"Just thinking about just how sneaky I was when I was younger, is all."

"Sneaky? Since when were you ever described as 'sneaky'?"

"Sarcasm, smart one."

"Psh. Didn't sound like it to me.." she grumbled. Her eyes widened."Oh, hush! Their starting their convo about the Dauntless." I immediately shut my face as I listened in. There are few conversations I will willingly shut up for, but if they're between Jack and Will, then you will have no complaints from me.

Yeah, see how much I love them (well, Will, really; Jack's Lee's man, so I have to be nice...-ish to him, at least; until she comes to her senses, that is)?

"We're going to steal a ship?" Will asked and Jack nodded. "That ship?" He pointed over to the Dauntless.

"Commandeer. We're goin' to commandeer that ship," Jack corrected, tilting his head over toward the Interceptor, "Nautical term." He paused and turned toward us and said to Will, "One thing about your business, boy, or there's no use in yer goin': this girl, how far would ya go ter save her?" He queried, eyes narrowing skeptically.

"I'd die for her!" The Blacksmith said with vexation.

My heart did this weird little clenching thing it always did at this part in the movie, only ten times harder. I looked down and took a deep breath before we started toward open air. Lee slipped her hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.

"It'll be all right, luv," She said quietly to me before we both set off after the guys.

It'll be all right. Yes, I suppose it will be. After all, if everything turns out like it should (and why wouldn't it?) then Jack'll get the Pearl back, not get hanged, Will and Elizabeth will set up their marriage, and everyone will live happily ever after until Beckett comes along.

Yes, yes. Right.

Then why do I feel so bad?

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"How the hell does this even work?" Lee said as we walked on the ocean's floor, on our way to the Dauntless.

"Physics! It's all got to do with buoyancy, gravitational pull and - " I started, always enthralled by science.

"Never mind! I don't want to know," Lee said, rolling her eyes back at me and smirking.

"Well, you're the one who asked, Miss I-don't-have-to-take-physics-it'll-never-apply-to-me," I huffed out, glaring coldly at her brunette curls. "Heh, you know, from back here, you kind of look like Hermione Granger with all that bushy hair," I said innocently enough. I saw Lee shudder in front of me and start mumbling something about know-it-all muggleborn princesses.

Let's just say we both have brunettes from fiction we hate.

"This is either madness," Will said in an amazed sort of voice from behind me, "or brilliance."

"Actually it's just - " I started, but Jack up at the front cut me off.

"It's amazing how often those two things coincide," he said gruffly and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. I rolled my eyes and jumped over a crab trap.

"Will, watch out for the - " Again, I was cut off, only this time from a crunch of wood being broken under water. "Never mind, then."

"You should even bother - he'll just do idiotic things anyway," Lee said off handily. "After all, he is a Turnip."

"Turnip?" Will asked, dumbfounded.

"Eh, never mind," I said to him. I tried (and failed) to kick Lee's shins in front of me. I hate water sometimes. Lee started to crack up and nearly tipped the boat. "Watch it!

"Watch it!" she said back to me for apparently no reason at all. I started to mutter something under my breathe, before Jack cut me off. Again.

"All right, now we let go of the boat and swim up te the side of the ship and climb," he said gruffly. "Any questions?"

"Yeah, how exactly are we gonna get to the deck, anyway?" Lee asked. Good question. The Captain just gave her a look that said, "Really? Come on, you're smarter than that!" or something like that - although Lee would probably say something about Barbies when given that look, I'm sure. Don't listen to her.

"We climb," he said slowly, as if speaking to a child. Oh, burn!

"Great..." my insane friend grumbled.

On the count of three, we let go of the boat and started to swim up to the top - or, at least, Lee and I did. I saw Jack stay back for a moment to get the lobster trap off of Will's leg and drag the rope up with him. Oh, yeah, we needed that, didn't we? Before too long, my lungs started to burn from lack of proper air so I swam as quickly as I could to the top, arriving just before the black dots became fully upon my eyes. I gasped as I was pulled back under, water invading my gaping mouth.

I knew I hated dresses for a reason.

I bobbed at the surface of the water and quickly yelled out, "Lee!" and saw her swimming towards me. I was pulled under again by that stupid blue contraption before I felt a strong arm about my waist and a knife at the back of my dress, ripping it off. Soon, I was left in only my under dress thing that I had stolen and the shorts I had kept on under that. What? They were Dolche and Gabbana (and before you ask - no, I can't afford them, they were a gift. So there.).

I turned in the warm arms that held me and found myself staring at an incredibly dashing blacksmith. Oh great googlie mooglies, I could die right now and not care.

"Uh, I just - you were - and Jack suggested - " he said, looking incredibly flustered. He kept trying to avoid my eyes, a hard thing to do since he was still holding me up (not that I was complaining). I put my hands to his face and stilled him, my hazel eyes looking deeply into his dark ones.

"Will, it's okay. And thank you," I said softly. After all, who knows if Lee actually would have been able to help me - she has no knife that I know of - and if it wasn't him then it would have been Jack. And I would have thanked him just the same... right?

I had a feeling that my thanking Will was much more intimate than if I would have Jack, though, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Come on, love birds, we've got a ship to scale!" Lee called to us, about ten feet away. Somehow she and Jack had managed to wrap the rope around the second railing and Sparrow had started to climb up. Will let go of me quickly, and we both swam to the rope and started up after my insane friend.

And I had been enjoying that, too. Blast her.

Anyway, we'd finally reached deck (with no little amount of panting from both Lee and I) and I could here the next lines starting.

"Everyone stay calm! We're taking over this ship," Jack said to Gillette and his men.

"Shaving cream!" Lee and I shouted and started giggling insanely.

"Aye! Avast!" Will shouted, drawing his sword and jumping the rail to stand by Jack. The soldiers laughed while Jack, Lee, and I just gave him strange looks.

"Honestly, dude, you have to speak actual pirate-ese, not this stereotypical mumbo jumbo. You're making us all look like fools!" Lee said to him, shaking her head. He looked confused but properly chastised.

"This ship cannot be crewed by two men and a couple of girls," Gillette said snottily, "You'll never make it out of the bay."

Jack stuck his pistol at Gillette. "Son... I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" I heard Lee sigh next to me. The men didn't move, but looked frightened at his little 'threat.' "Weeell?" He drug out, waiting.

"Move it you scabrous dogs before I have your guts for garters!" Lee threatened, a glare on her face and her lips pursed thin. If you've never seen Lee with such a look on her face - and let's face it, you haven't - then you don't truly know how scary she can be. Trust me.

The men started scurrying about (as I knew they would) and hoisted off in a longboat. I could hear their shouting as they told the Commodore that we'd taken over the ship (my first act of piracy! How thrilling). I saw Jack messing with the ropes and waving his arms in the air as he showed Will to fling them higher. Lee was poking about some barrels and I made the decision to go talk to her. We hadn't spoken that much since we got sucked into this world (as fan fiction-y as that sounds, it's true), and I was in desperate need of my Sister-in-all-but-blood.

"'Ello, luv," I said, wrapping my arms about myself, still damp from the water. She looked up and gave me a grin. Glancing between where I was and where the two guys were, it changed to a sly one and I could see her molten eyes take on a cunning gleam.

"So," she said casually and far too innocently, "I saw you and Will getting cozy down in the water earlier," she teased. It worked and I blushed.

"Oh, hush! He was just helping me - you know, saving my life?" I said, knowing it was mostly true, not wanting to admit I saw something in those eyes of his. Blast, I can't get attached. He was helping you, that's all, I told myself.

"Uh-huh, sure - and you didn't have you're hands delicately splayed across his strong jaw line at all, or anything."

"Oh, shut up - I know you were probably hyperventilating last night in that cell with Jack, so you have no room to talk. And since when did you become a romance novelist?"

"Touché."

"Or speak french."

"I'll have you remember, I took two years in high school!"

"Yes, and you passed, I know. Doesn't mean they actually taught you anything, though."

"Eh..."

Our little chat was shortened by Jack calling out, saying we were ready to hide. Not that he'd bothered to explain anything to us, or anything. I guess whatever Lee had said to him was a pretty good lie (I doubt she'd tell him the truth - even after what he's been through, time and universe traveling college students is still pretty unbelievable) and he just figured that we knew what was going down.

Knowing Lee, it's probably something fortune teller-ish.

We hid behind another set of barrels at the end (bow?) of the boat - ship... whatever, and as soon as the Interceptor came up to us, Jack and Will grabbed two ropes and one of us, and we swung across the gap.

I reveled in the feel of Will's arms around me once more - but it seemed far too short. Only moments later (though it felt far longer) we were aboard the ship and cutting all ties. I could hear Norry shouting at his crew to get back over here, but it was too late. I laughed with Lee when some guy went flying into the ocean.

"George, George, George of the Jungle watch out for that - " Lee sang.

"Oooh, eeeee, ah!" I went.

"Tree!"

Done with our little chant, we sat back to listen to the last line of this scene.

"Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way. We'd 'ave a 'ard time of it by ourse'ves!" Jack yelling back, waving his hat. I heard Lee give another deep sigh, like she always did at this part of the movie. I rolled my eyes and said,

"Oh, yes, because I have it bad. Uh-huh." She glared and shoved me playfully so that I swayed to the side. I laughed and suddenly I felt that this scenario could be a lot worse.

I mean, common! How many fans could say they've had William Turned tear off their dress?