Hullo! *waves* I'm glad everyone's enjoying this, and I really do appreciate all of your feedback. In an earlier chapter, Hillary 101(Guest) was wondering if there could be some romance between Norrington and Jack. I'm gonna say that for now she just likes to tease and mock him, however, something may or may not bloom in the second part: dead man's chest. Yeaaahhh I'm gonna rewrite it and add it onto this story so it doesn't quite crowd on my account lol. Phew, I feel like I'm just always writing this.

Anyways, I do not own POTC! Disney does. fo sho.

Jack was completely passed out. It only took about two drinks to make her tipsy, but five or more to just literally blank and fall to the sand. It was mostly due to her smaller form, and normally she didn't even drink.

When Jack woke up with a fierce pounding in her head, she thought of the worst. The sunlight was temporarily too bright, and the smoke of the campfire was just too strong. It made her headache even worse.

Jack stood, groaned, and stretched out her limbs. It only took a few moments for the pain to go away, since she was normally quick to recover.

That was when Jack noticed Elizabeth was gone. She glanced around, and her eyes widened at the burning trees behind her. She decided that the smell had been coming from the trees, and not the campfire, since it most definitely burnt out a couple hours ago.

Jack finally spotted her walking away from the carnage. "What are you doing? You've burned all our supplies! The food, the shade, the rum-"

"Yes, the rum is gone." Elizabeth stated bluntly. There was an explosion, and they both ducked for cover as splinters flew everywhere.

"Why?" Jack demanded.

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men and women into scoundrels and wenches. Two… that signal is over a thousand feet high, which means it can be seen for two hundred leagues in every direction. The Royal Navy is out to sea looking for me… do you think there is even a chance they'll miss it?"

Jack stood there, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, before letting out a frustrated cry and throwing up her hands in exasperation. Elizabeth watched her, amused at her reaction. The pirate turned her back on the maiden, and walked over the sand-dune just because she had enough of Elizabeth Swann.

However, once Jack was at the top she spotted a pair of white sails on the horizon. She realized it must be the Navy. She sighed. The Navy weren't particularly her favorite, especially Norrington.

When they climbed into the ship, Jack was immediately restrained and guarded by two red-coats. She stood awkwardly, trying to get a good grip on the conversation of Elizabeth and the governor.

The governor was just saying that they were going straight to Port Royal, while Elizabeth, of course, protested. Jack decided to interject when they started to talk about Will, and how he had succumbed to piracy. She easily weaved around her guards as she said, "If I may be so bold to inject my professional opinion."

Jack moved to stand by Elizabeth. "The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time." She was mostly speaking to Norrington, since he was obviously the commander of the ship and not the governor, as much as she despised him. "Think about it. The Black Pearl… the last real threat of the Caribbean, love." She hoped she was making a point, she really had to get back to Isla de Muerta. "How can you pass that up, right?"

Hopefully she didn't sound too desperate.

"By remembering that I don't serve others, Ms. Sparrow. Not only myself."

Jack sighed. Well, too bad for that. She desperately nudged Elizabeth, which seemed to wake her from a stupor. Once she saw Norrington was leaving, she chased after him. "Commodore, please, I beg you. Do this. For me…" Her breath caught in her throat. "As a wedding gift."

This stopped the commodore.

Jack's eyes widened.

The governor was the first to react. "Elizabeth. Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?"

"I am."

Jack smiled. "A wedding. I love weddings! Drinks all around! Hey, Elizabeth, should I be your maid of honor or something?" To her surprise, one of the guards… Murtogg, if she remembered correctly… nudged her in the ribs. It was then she realized that it quickly became too awkward for everyone, especially Elizabeth. "Oh. Um… I know, I'll just head over to the brig, right?"

Norrington approached her. "Apparently not. Ms. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with a bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all meanings of the phrase 'silent as the grave'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Inescapably clear." She said without hesitation.

Without further indication, the two men, Murtogg and Mullroy dragged her to the helm.

By nightfall they reached Isla de Muerta. Jack had told everyone her plan, and now she was on a longboat with Norrington and a few other redcoats. They mostly sat in silence, until Norrington decided to break it. "I don't care for the situation. Any attempt to storm the caves could turn into an ambush."

Their longboats were hanging out off the rocks, looking over the Black Pearl. "Not if you're the one doing the ambushing." Jack reassured with a pat on his shoulder. "Remember… I convince Barbossa to send his men out with their little boats. You and your mates return to the Dauntless...and blast the bejesus out of them with your cannons. What do you have to lose?"

It wasn't until Norrington brushed her hand off his shoulder with his gun, that she realized she had been gripping onto it. "Nothing I'd lament being rid of."

It may be because she was a little nervous. What if this plan of hers didn't work out?

"Now, to be quite honest with you...there's a risk to those aboard the Dauntless, which includes the future Mrs. Commodore."

So, they headed back to the ship. They safely locked up Elizabeth in the Captain's cabin, and Jack decided it was best for everyone if she went into Isla de Muerta alone.

When she came into the cave, she noticed everyone was chanting. However, she managed to squeeze through the crowd, in order to get to Barbossa. "Excuse me." She muttered every now and then.

The pirates stared at her incredulously. Barbossa stopped mid-sentence, and Will looked on the verge between grateful and surprised. "Jack!" He exclaimed.

"It's not possible." Barbossa said.

"Not probable." Jack corrected as she was still weaving through the crowd.

"Where's Elizabeth?" Will asked.

Jack paused, catching for breath for a moment since she finally arrived at a close enough range for her to make a point. "She's safe, just like I promised. She's set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. You get to die for her, just like you promised." At the end of this, Will looked pained, and Barbossa looked annoyed, mostly because he was ignored. "So, we're all men of our word really. Except, of course, me and Elizabeth. We're women."

"Shut up! You're next." Barbossa spat.

Jack cringed, and watched as Will was being forced over the chest of gold pieces. Barbossa rose his knife, and the chant was abJout to begin again. Will glanced up with wide, pleading eyes at Jack, before they were forced down again.

Barbossa put the knife to Will's throat. "You don't want to be doing that, love." Jack said.

"No, I really think I do." Barbossa replied.

Jack shrugged. "Your funeral."

After spending the few years with him, she knew that he would always give into curiosity. She knew that her bluff was totally going to work.

Barbossa looked back down at her. "Why don't I want to be doing it?"

"Well, because…" She tried to move, but realized there was a hand restraining her. She brushed it off as if it was a fly, "Because the HMS Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore, waiting for you."

Jack did her best to repress a grin when the pirates, including Barbossa, looked shocked and betrayed. Will seemed to understand what she was planning, and just kept his mouth shut.

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