I am being a very good girl and updating again. On a roll here, whee.

Here are my lovely little cuttlefishes who reviwed:

Ogreatrandom: They did leave it open for a sequel so one can only hope.

PoisonousAngel: Glad you liked the Jack/Amy interaction!

16aqua: If you friend me, I'll friend you back!

PIRATEical ELF of Mirkwood: Patience young padawan, it'll be out on DVD before you know it.

ONWARDS!

Amy doubled up as the Black Pearl bounced up and down over the waves. Her face was tinged with green and she groaned.

"If you're going to be sick," Jack said to her from the other side of the ship where he, Gibbs and Elizabeth were talking, "Please do so over the edge of the rail so as not to befoul the Pearl."

"Thanks for the sympathy, Jack." Amy grumbled. "Just for that, I'll be sure to aim for you."

"Don't you dare." Came a disgruntled voice from the floor. Amy looked to see Norrington scrubbing the decks, using his old wig as a cloth. "If you make that mess, you're cleaning it up."

Amy scowled.

"...You missed a spot." She blurted out before fleeing to the other side of the ship, narrowly avoiding the soggy wig which went flying past her ear. She skidded to a halt at the gorup of Jack, Gibbs and Elizabeth.

Jack was examining some important looking peices of paper.

Amy peered over his shoulder at them, trying to remember that part of the movie.

"You got them from Beckett, right?" She asked.

"Beckett?"

"Yes, they're signed Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Company." Elizabeth said.

Jack made a retching noise "Euuugh."

"Will was working for Beckett and never said a word." Said Gibbs.

A twinging, burning pain flashed across Amy's pirate brand making her jump. She had completely forgotten about that. Apparantly Jack had a similar pain flashback since he touched his arm where Amy knew his brand was hidden.

"Beckett wants the compass." Gibbs continued. "Only one reason for that."

"Of course. He wants the chest."

"How does Beckett even know about the compass?" Amy asked.

"We go way back, love." Jack replied.

"Wow, that sucks. Why doesn't he make an effort and try and find the chest for himself without nicking your compass? I call that cheating."

"First, I do not know. Second, nor do I care. Third, do not ask me what goes through the mind of the rather short, genocidal maniac."

"He did say something about a chest." Elizabeth continued.

"Whoever controls the chest controls the sea." Gibbs explained.

"A truly discomforting notion."

The thought of having Beckett as all-powerful ruler of the seas nearly made Amy retch again.

"And BAD!" Gibbs said. "Bad for every mothers son what calls himself pirate. I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails. Brace the foreyard!"

He wandered off to give orders.

Amy frowned. One day she had to learn what all these nautical terms mean.

"Might I inquire as to how you came by these?" Jack asked Elizaebth.

"Persuasion." She replies shortly.

Amy rolled her eyes. She stomped off below deck muttering something about "romantic tension". She opened up one of the rum crates, took out a bottle and bit the cork off.

"Is she allowed to be drinkin' that?" Ragetti asked.

"Well, do you see any other drinkable liquids?" She snapped back.

"She's right, y'know." Pintel said.

Amy took a sip and choked as it burned right down her throat.

"Even this stuff is pushing it." She coughed, her eyes watering. "How d'you drink this stuff like you do?"

"Well, pretty soon you lose all feeling in your throat." Answered Ragetti, "Then you won' even notice."

Pintel scowled at him and Amy giggled.

She felt a slight tugging on her shirt and looked down to see the goat snacking on her sleeve. She gazed at it for a minute before pulling her sodden sleeve out of its mouth. It bleated and wandered off.

"Goats, why goats?" Amy muttered, taking another swig from the bottle and heading back above deck.

Elizabeth was sitting on the steps, staring moodily into space and looking close to tears. Amy looked at her for a bit, then went up to Jack, who was looking out to sea with his telescope.

"Hey, Liz is feeling upset." She said to him. "Go and talk to her, will you?"

"Wouldn't that be your job?" Jack said, taking his eye off the telescope to peer at Elizabeth. "As a fellow...female?"

"Yes...well, no. I'm not good at those situations and plus, I dont have much experience with the whole boyfriend issues." Amy said quickly. Jack raised an eyebrow.

"ALRIGHT, I dont have any experience, happy?" She admitted.

Jack smirked.

"Dont you say a word." She growled at him.

"Not a word, love." He said, taking the rum bottle from Amy and swaggering over to Elizabeth.

He sat himself down next to her on the steps.

"My tremendous intuative sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled." He said to her.

Amy scowled. She poked her head into Elizabeth's point of view and said "Hi, you can call me Tremendous Intuative Sense of the Female Creature."

Elizabeth didn't even smile.

"Not the time, eh?" Amy raised her eyebrows. "Ok...I'll just be...over there then..."

Amy scooted off to stand next to Norrington who was watching Elizabeth and Jack interestedly.

"You cant take your eyes off her, can you?" She teased.

"Oh don't even start." He said.

Amy grinned then looked back over at Jack. He and Elizabeth were standing pretty close together and Elizabeth looked like she was saying something very very flirty.

"I think there's something going on between 'em, eh?" Amy giggled, nudging Norrington and nodding towards them.

She had done it at the worst possible moment, for as soon as Norrington looked over at them, they moved in for the kiss.

Amy's smile slid off her face and she looked at Norrington. He wasn't angry but there was an emotion written on his face that was unrecognisable. He walked away without a word.

Amy put her head on the rail in despair. She had only meant it as a joke.

"LAND HO!" Called Gibbs.

Elizabeth walked away from Jack and Amy thought it was safe to come back over again.

"Cheered her up, did you Jack?" Amy asked innocently but Jack looked terrified and he scuttled off, muttering "I want my jar of dirt!"

She looked bemused.

"Does everyone have a humour bypass today?" She cried.

Amy pushed her way past Pintel and Ragetti towards the rowboats.

"Lemme through, please. I'm very much needed and important on this voyage." She announced.

"Always, dearie." Jack said quietly, calmbering into the boat after her.

Wow, look at all this progress. We're whizzing through here.

Until next time!

Much love.