I am back! It was been a large amount of time since I last posted another chapter. I haven't been able to write much of the story since I got a new laptop and I recently got really hooked on trying to figure that out and as well as working on an original story that I am writing.

Thank you all for still reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean nor it's characters. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.


Chapter 9

Off to Shipwreck Cove

Sarah and Abby both sat on the deck playing eye spy while Will and Jack were conversing nearby by. It was too dark for the girls to spy anything, but they made the best out of the terrible lighting.

"I spy…a cloud." Sarah squinted at the sky, trying to find one for Abby to look for.

Abby stared at the sky. "There are no clouds, Sarah. Pick something different."

Sarah rolled over onto her stomach and sighed. Jack was climbing around on objects while Will was tying dead people to barrels and throwing them in the water. His actions made no sense to her. "Fine. I spy with my little crappy eye a guy who is a crazy sack of potatoes."

"Jack?"

"Close."

"You?"

Sarah shook her head. "I said a guy not gal."

"Same thing," Abby argued with a twinge of annoyance. One by one she watched another barrel pushed off the ship. She hadn't spoken to Will in a while so she was lost on what little tasks he planned. She missed the long talks they had while on their journey to Singapore. Of course, now that Abby thought about it, they never really did have much in common and the only things they did talk about were the upcoming months and the war that was unfolding with the East India Trading Company.

Sarah looked over and traced Abby's stare to Elizabeth. "You two have become distant. Before we rescued Jack you two were flirting away, of course when Elizabeth wasn't looking." She threw in a playful wink and Abby smacked her arm. Sarah yelped.

"We were not! I just feel bad for Elizabeth. He is not telling her anything and now she is stuck with Sao Feng."

Sarah swallowed. "We have to go get her. I can't imagine how creepy it must be to be on the same ship as him for a long period of time."

The air was thick and humid. Fog seeped up from the sides of the ship, covering the deck. Abby brushed her hand over it. "Do you think we are doing the right thing?"

"We?"

"You and me. DO you think we are doing the right thing by standing on the sideline?"

Sitting up, Sarah scooted closer to Abby and wrapped an arm around her. "We are not bystanders. Look, remember when I told you what Gibbs said about us – two girls – having a purpose in this pirate shebang?" Abby nodded. "See? We are not bystanders. However, it is not our chance to shine yet. And besides, I have plans of my own while they are doing their thing."

Looking at Sarah incredulously, Abby asked, "Plans? What plans?"

"To have a ship and crew of my own. I'm tired of these so called captains and be my own boss." Sarah picked at her nails and smiled at the thought of sailing under her own commands.

"Do you even know how to properly captain a ship?"

Sarah shrugged. "How hard can it be? I have been with Jack for months and had command of the Pearl for the majority of the time while he was going off and trying to get us killed. I know the ropes to this gig."

Abby laughed. "Captain Williams. Hmm…sounds random but has a nice ring to it."

"I like Captain Sarah Williams more. To let people know that I am a woman and is not afraid to cut their throats."

"Just promise me one thing," Abby said and took one of Sarah's hands, "Don't turn into Jack. He has been rubbing off on you a lot. Hell, maybe you two can just sail a ship alone together and you both would be fine."

Widening her eyes, Sarah faked a gasp. "Are you saying that I should be on a ship with Jack alone for months on end? Are you crazy? He would drive me mad!"

"I see the way you look and act towards each other," Abby pointed out. "There is a definite spark between you two."

"I think that spark you are talking about is the spark of murder and terrible hygiene. And enough about guys. Let's talk about you and me and what we should do." Sarah crossed her legs and closed her eyes. "Because I just had a splendid idea." She opened her eyes.

"What is your idea?"

"You captain a ship with me. Just think of it: two best friends that are captains and the most fearsome pirates of all!"

"That sounds awfully like Jack and Barbossa."

Sarah raised her arm than dropped it. "Fine. Two females who are captains and the most fearsome pirates of all."

"It still doesn't sound right. The phrase is too long."

"Well how else to do you want me to word it?" Sarah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

Abby smiled. "No idea." She loved the conversations they had whenever they had down time. Even though their lives had changed drastically, they still had their bond that kept them best friends from their old world.

Their old world.

The three worlds felt foreign to Abby. Even if she did come to terms and accepted with open arms the pirate world, her thoughts did come back to her past life. Of course she still didn't have any memories left after the skull splitting headaches which felt like decades ago, and she didn't really want to anyways. She doesn't even know her exact age anymore after losing track of the time she had lived there.

"Alright," Abby gave in. "Once we have a clear shot when all of this is over, let's head to Tortuga and grab a ship."

Sarah held out her hand. "Shake on it?" Abby shook her hand. "Great!" Jumping up, Sarah clapped her hands together. "I can picture it now! The both of us relaxing and watching the blue sky with the sound of the water surrounding us. I mean it's like how we are now, but just the two of us!"

While Sarah blabbered on, Abby's attention turned elsewhere. The two men who were only a few feet away from them were talking in hush tones. During the conversation, Abby caught the words "The Dutchman," "cut out the heart," "death." She wanted to scoot closer to figure out what exactly they meant by cutting one's heart out and the Flying Dutchman, but it would give away the fact that she was eavesdropping on them. The conversation got lost within Sarah talking in her ear which irritated her. "Sarah will you stop talking for a moment?"

"The ship can be named Cut Throat - no that's too morbid. How about -"

"Sarah!"

Sarah froze and raised an eyebrow at Abby. "What?" Abby put a finger to her lips and pointed at Jack and Will.

"What are they talking about?" Sarah asked lowly, sitting up and sneaking a glance at the two.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Sarah looked at Abby and back at the two whose voices were barely audible. "We should get closer."

"I already thought of that, Sarah. However, if you quit your blabbing, we would be able to hear them from right where we are." In the dark, Abby caught sight of Jack giving Will his compass. She nudged Sarah. "Jack is giving Will his compass."

Knowing what that meant, Sarah groaned. "Better say goodbye, Abs. Will is a goner now."

Abby jumped straight up just as Will fell over the side of the ship and into the water. Not looking at Will, Abby went up to Jack and shoved him. "What was that for? You don't just shove people off a ship!"

Jack leaned down, picked up a barrel with a dead man strapped to it, and threw it into the water. "My guess is that you were eavesdropping. Weren't you?"

Abby opened her mouth to argue against the guess, but she closed it. Sarah came up behind her and pulled her away. "You know," Sarah began, "going through with a plan doesn't mean you have to be an a** and throw them off a ship."

"How much did you hear?" He asked, ignoring Sarah's comment.

Abby and Sarah shared a look before Abby spoke. "Something about the Dutchman, death, and a heart."

"Are you planning on stabbing Davy Jones' heart?" Sarah asked Jack connecting what Abby said. Her eyes narrowed at him as he inspected the rings on his fingers. Sarah hated when he stayed silent when she asked a question. Her hands clenched into fists. "Jack."

"Yes," Jack admitted gloomily. "I do plan to possibly do what you just said. I would advise for you to keep quiet about it unless you want to be swimming with dear William over there."

Abby folded her arms still not convinced, but Sarah was. "Fine," Sarah said finally. "But I do warn you, Jack. You know the story behind the Dutchman and you know the cost of being the captain of that ship."

"I have this all figured out."

Sarah scoffed. "Sure you do. Come on, Abby." The two girls left Jack alone and went below decks to get a few hours rest.

"Do you really think he will stab Jones's heart and ferry souls to the next world?" Abby asked once they were curled up on the floor next to each other. They, of course, had small makeshift beds of their own, but they were occupied. The floor was the next best place for them to talk to each other before they fell asleep. It was the cleanest area they could find that didn't have critters crawling all over it or anything funky sticking to the walls that reeked.

Closing her eyes, Sarah shook her head. "I'm not sure. He is always full of surprises and there is a good heart somewhere inside him to carry out the job if he goes through with it. I don't want to sound mean about it, but I hope it doesn't work."


The next few days at sea before they reached Shipwreck cove were dull, boring, and well…hot. Despite the breeze from the water, the heat was almost unbearable making the crew pile up under the few spots that had shade whenever they were done with their duties for a hour.

When they finally reached the shore of the island, Abby woke Sarah up from a nap. Sarah stumbled around for a few minutes, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she tried to regain balance. The heat was bearable that day and the sight of the cliffs on the island had relief flooding though her.

"Here we are," she said to Abby. "Shipwreck Island, home of the Brethren Court."

Abby's eyes were wide in awe. "What do you think it will be like being in there with Pirate Lords from all over the world?"

"Frightening, nerve-wracking, and totally awesome!" Sarah exclaimed with glee.

"Look alive and keep a weather eye! Not for naught it's called Shipwreck Island," Gibbs shouted over the bustle on the deck. "Where lies Shipwreck Cove and the town of Shipwreck."

"You hear him," Pintel growled, "Step lively!"

"What do you think they will do to her?" Abby asked beside her.

Sarah shrugged. "Who?"

"Tia Dalma."

Sarah followed Abby's eyes to see Tia Dalma being escorted down into the ship by Pintel and Ragetti. She shrugged. "Who knows? All I know is that it's important because she is the only one staying on the ship locked in the brig."

"You think the Brethren Court will be talking about her?"

"I don't know, Abby. Why else would we leave her on here while we go to the town?" Sarah rolled her eyes and yawned.

Pursing her lips, Abby said, "Remind me not to talk to you when you first wake up."

"I have been reminding you for as long as we knew each other. You just never listen."

It took the whole day to find an opening in the island to sail through to Shipwreck Cove. The cove was a mountain of ships piled on one another. Smoke filled the cracks between the damaged ships from the light of the candles flickering inside the many windows that freckled the mass. A long dock stretched out into the water where ships that were intact were docked, waiting for its captain and crew to climb aboard to set sail once again after the meeting inside.

Sarah's nerves were growing wild and she felt like she was going to throw up. After a few years at sea battling and dealing with pirates, she had no idea what she was going to face inside. The pirates inside were powerful and well-known compared to the ones she met in the area of the ocean where she had sailed around in. Beside her, Abby held her hand having the exact same feeling stirring inside. But whatever happens in there, they vowed to each other earlier, they will come out alive together.

"There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime," Barbossa explained as everyone's eyes were drinking the sight in.

"And I owe them all money," Jack added, earning a few snickers from various parts of the deck.

Sarah snorted. "Of course you do," she murmured.