A/N: Woo! I'm on a role! I realise the whole getting lost at Tortuga thing was rather stupid, but how else was Jamie supposed to get into the plot, and mess it up for me?

Ah. I've also decided that Jack and Jamie are actually full siblings, but Jamie wasn't raised by their mom so she didn't know. It's probably not important until I get the 3rd re-done.

Also, I know I've been going very, very much so by the movie, and I'm going to keep all the dialog the same, though Jamie or I might steal it. I'm planning on straying from the 'correct' plot, however, so be warned.

We were in the middle of the storm. It was horrible. Normally, I wasn't seasick, but the harsh ups and downs made me feel a bit queazy. The lightning flash, thunder boomed, and all the while I was trying my hardest not to be swept out to sea. I was helping Jamie tie things onto the the deck, so they wouldn't be swept over. She was in her element. She clearly had sea-faring blood in her, and it was times like this that it really showed.

Finally, I was about to go up to the poop deck and ask Jack why we where sailing through such a crazy storm and why didn't we just stop? when Gibbs beat me there. "We should drop canvas, sir," Gibbs yelled to Jack.

"She can hold a bit longer," Jack yelled back.

"What's in your head, that's put you in such a fine mood, Captain?" he asked.

"We're catching up," Jack said matter-of-factly.

And so we rode through the storm. Soon after I heard this conversation, Jamie told me to go below deck; she would finish tying everything down.

"Don't be stupid, I'll stay here!" I yelled to her.

"Don't you be stupid now!" she yelled back. "I can finish this myself!"

"I don't have anything better to do!" I pointed it out. "I might as well help you!" So we finished tying everything to the deck (there was quite a lot of stuff on deck that needed such to be done to it). Finally, once everything was secured, we went below deck. Thoroughly drenched, Jamie and I huddled together in the cabin that had been given to Jamie, Anamaria, and I. I had learned that Jamie had lived with Anamaria after Jamie's mother died, and the two had become very close, like sisters. I also learned that Jack and Jamie were very close, and that Jamie had never met her father (who was Jack's as well). I decided that if I had extra time, I would try and convince Jack to bring Jamie to their dad. I don't know why, or how, I was going to that, I just felt like I should.

"So," I said, and I wasn't talking particularly loudly because below deck the howling of the wind wasn't so bad, and the snapping of the canvas had quieted. Though lightning flashed and thunder boomed still, it was happening less and less frequently. "Now what?" I asked. Jamie smiled devilishly, and leaned over to whisper something in my ear.

"I know where my brother keeps the rum," she said. So do I, I mean, who didn't, after the third movie? I thought. But then I realised that was the Pearl, and this was the Interceptor.

"So, we're going to steal some?" Jamie put on a face of innocence.

"What, me? Steal? Never. I'm just relieving him of the burden of having to drink it all." I smiled. This was why I liked Jamie so much; she was all of the qualities I liked in my various friends compiled into one person.

"Well then, I'm happy to help you relieve him of that burden," I said. We stood up and snuck out of the cabin, and down to the lowest level of the ship. We made it all the way down without any incident, and were literally about to each take a bottle of rum from the racks when Jamie stopped.

"This is your first time drinking, isn't it?" she asked. I nodded. "Go slow," she said. I wondered what she meant, but shrugged it off. I'd learn the hard way, apparently. She took only two bottles, so I did the same, and it was probably a good thing I didn't try to take more because I probably would have dropped them. We snuck back to our cabin. I put one bottle down on my make-shift bed, and tried to uncork the other. It looked really simple, but either it wasn't, or I was being quite stupid. Finally, after about ten minutes of me getting no where, Jamie got fed up, snatched the bottle out of my hands, uncorked it, and passed it back.

"Sorry," I said. "I'm being a bit of an idiot." And I took a drink. The rum burned my throat, but it tasted so good, so I took another. And another.

A while later, I was nearly finished my second rum. I was being completely insane. And I mean completely insane. "Soooooo," I said. Slurred, more like. Then I giggled. And I kept giggling, until Jamie hit me. "Hey!" I said. "What was that for?" And I hit her back. Then she hit me again. I giggled. Then she giggled. Finally, we dissolved into maniac fits of giggles, and I kept giggling for a long time. Then I tried to stand up, which was a very stupid move on my part. The cabin pitched around, even more so then usual. "Woa... The room is spinning!" And I giggled again. Then I remembered a joke.

"Hey Jackie!" I said.

"Jamie," she said.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. How many drunks does it take to screw in a light bulb?" She rolled her eyes.

"I dunno."

"Twenty-one! One to hold the room and twenty to drink until the bulb spins!" I laughed. The feebly struggling to remain not drunk part of my brain said, No no, that's not right, but it didn't fix it for me. Jamie laughed too. Then, suddenly, the door banged open. And there was Anamaria, and the storm was behind her. She shouted something out the door but I didn't catch what. When she turned in, I tried to walk over to her. I took one step ok, then took another and fell flat on my back. Anamaria looked at me, then looked at the three empty bottles on my bed (one was actually Jamie's), and back at me again. She looked like she was about to say something, then stopped.

And walked back out into the storm.

"She hates us, doesn't she?" I asked Jamie. But I never heard what Jamie's answer to that was, because I promptly passed out.

"Lucy," a familiar voice said. Very, very loudly. And why did my head hurt so much? What had I done to deserve a killer headache? "Lucy, wake up!"

"Quieter, Jamie. She'll hear you fine." I groaned.

"Why does my head hurt so much?" I asked in a whisper.

"Hangover," the first voice said. Then I remembered.

"Promise to never let me do that again?" I whispered.

"Sure," Jamie said. I slowly opened my eyes. It was a mistake. Being midmorning, it was very bright inside the cabin. I quickly shut them again.

"Don't you have Tylenol or something?" I asked.

"What's that?"

"Stuff to make my pounding headache go away."

"Oh, well, not that exactly, but Ana's concocting something or other to help."

"Good." And within fifteen minutes, Anamaria was back, with a glass of something. I didn't even bother to ask what was in it.

"Here, drink," Anamaria said, handing it to me. It was good, cool and refreshing, like a smoothie. It tasted like mango and bananas, which was a wierd combination, but good all the same. I drank it slowly, and by the time I had finished, my pounding headache was lessened considerably. I jumped up.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well, we're nearly to the Isle de Muerta--"

"--And that's where the Pearl is going to be, yes I know."

A/N: Wow, that was a lot of writing. I have a nice not-in-the-movie twist plotted out, that I thought of earlier. So, part ten. Wow. I made it into double-digits. I don't think that's ever happened with any of my fanfics before. I usually get bored of them, but not this one! Plus I love all of my characters in this one.

Look out for part 11, Isle de Muerta.