Chapter 10

A Reunion, and a Lot of Confusion

A/N So our little darlings, I guess that you've noticed our delayed response! Sorry! But recently, Bridgette and I have...fallen in love with another work! Yes, we're sorry if this confuses you, but it happened so sudden and things fell where they did. This doesn't mean that we don't love you. It just means that we have a new baby, a Batman fanfiction called Falling In Deeper. We'd love it if you lovelies could check it out and we hope that you love it as much as we do!

A/N Annnnnddddd we have ALSO started another fanfiction called Ment to be enemies in the Harry Potter genre. I know. I know. We have started so much and we are really stretching ourselves out with three (actually four) stories (an original one on fictionpress that we are also in the process of revising) but truthfully we just can't help ourselves we got the Harry Potter idea and it just wouldn't go away so we started it. We hope all of our fans keep hope in us and all that we are trying to accomplish and enjoy this long awaited chapter. AND PLEASE REVIEW WE ARE BOTH DYING WITHOUT ANY, REVIEWS KEEP US HAPPY TO WRITE. Without them we just think no one likes our stories. Alrighty i'm done read away... Oh oh, P.S. I'm also starting a Sherlock fanfic with my other good friend and well...I do have issues with focus but I SWEAR I will not abandon anything!

How am I even going to face any of them? I feel completely humiliated, Why did I do that!? I know why, because I have a fangirl crush on James (I have one on Cutler Beckett too. But, not important at this time and place). But, that doesn't meant that I can go around trying to kiss him! Cause lets get this straight he is annoying as hell sometimes and completely infuriating like he thinks I can't take care of myself! I guarantee that if he could he would lock me in a glass box to save me from a splinter on the deck! And just to give it a beautiful finish he's in love with the perfect Miss Swann. Yes, I do admit that i'm infatuated with him but how is infatuation compared with love!? I mean He dies for her for God sakes!

"Oh my god! These dresses are infuriating!" I yelled "With all of there ruffles and layers and oh, God! The corset! I can't even begin to describe that!" My embarrassment was quickly turning into rampaging anger and irritation.

"Um...Miss Paige...Are you alright?" Came the slightly nervous voice of Gillette "Ahem, The Commodore told me to check on you."

"Oh did he now!" I shouted as I stomped to the door like a charging bull. I flung the door open with a loud resounding 'bang'. Gillette was startled by it and he jumped when my angry face was suddenly in front of his. "Why, pray tell, would he send you?"

"Because, Groves was busy and was very adamant about your well being?" He ended the sentence with a question. He looked slightly frightened he's seen me calculating and mocking but never angry (But, keep in mind i'm really confused at the moment. Don't judge)

My eyes narrowed at him I let out a angry "hmph" and pushed passed him. A ways away I saw James talking to Groves my eyes became angry slits and I stalked over to them. They were intently examining the map but I knew both of them knew that I was there. "Oh, you two look so busy!" I exclaimed sarcastically my voice rising in volume.

James flinched at my voice and he looked up at me not knowing what to do. "Why are you so angry? A moment ago you were embarrassed as can be." Groves said

My gaze snapped to him and he shrunk back slightly knowing too late that he said the wrong thing.

"I AM NOT ANGRY!" I screamed "I AM IRRITATED WITH ALL OF YOU!" And I stormed back to my place of residence. I slammed the door behind me. "Embarrassment is such an odd thing." I said to myself.

A/N(Bridgette) I like to entertain the illusion that I have gotten better at writing since I last wrote on this fic. And just a heads up the funniness may be just a little rusty. I've been writing serious stuff for our Batman fanfic for so long its kinda difficult to get back into the grove of POTC. But, please enjoy this fic has been neglected for far too long.

"OK, I can't stand the seclusion any longer." I said walking out of the stupid cabin. I swear I counted to sixty like a million times, trying to count how many minutes I could stand being alone with nothing to do.

"You lasted...thirty-two minutes. I suppose a new record." Gillette commented he was directing some of the sailors to change the masts position. I gave him a blank look, then scoffed.

"Are you finished with being angry?" Groves cut in eying me like I was a ticking time bomb.

Rolling my eyes I said. "Yes, i'm over it." I scanned the deck hoping for something that will occupy me, I was so incredibly bored. While doing this I noticed it was starting to get dark, a fact completely unrelated to my current boredness. It actually quite amazing how quick I got over that horrible embarrassment, having nothing to entertain you causes you to get over those unpleasant emotions to seek entertainment. Something I found crazily true at the moment.

"Well, then. What on earth could you possibly need? If you haven't noticed you are a great distraction and I would prefer you to be out of the way." Gillette said finished with his duty for the moment and joined Groves in giving me 'the look' the look that I give Megan all the time.

I defiantly crossed my arms over my chest and said. "I don't care what you would prefer, you Lieutenant Clumsy have no jurisdiction over me." I stood with my chin slightly lifted and a smirk on my face. "Besides," I examined my nails. "I'm bored, and if I don't find something to entertain myself. I'm gonna go crazy."

"Youre already crazy." Gillette said quietly but not quietly enough. From the look he was giving me after 'the look' left his face, he meant for me to hear that.

"Oh poor ignorant Gillette," I said sweetly. "I'm not just crazy, I'm completely psychotic. I was sure we established this earlier, but I guess you've taken too many falls to fully comprehend things with your short supply of working brain cells." I laced my fingers together behind my back and walked slowly by him, and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I made no move at all and kept on walking past him.

I took up station at the side of the ship, staring out into the ocean and the white frothy waves the ship made cutting through the water. It made the wonder of the memories i've been having come to the surface. At first I couldn't believe the possibility of something like this happening then the slight confirmation that they could be real came to me in the form of me apologizing to James and him to me. And yet even with that I still couldn't fully believe it, this whole situation just wasn't possible arriving into our favorite movie series and being dropped into roles that didn't even exist in the movies yet they are still interwoven into the story. How this is even possible is beyond me, maybe both Megan and I are still at my house and I passed out and I'm dreaming.

"I see youre lucid again. " James familiar voice floated over to me. His voice snapped me out of my musings. I turned my head slightly so that I could see him out of the corner of my eye, I could feel myself blush slightly the awkward moment between us still fairly fresh in my mind. And because of that I don't think that I could look him fully in the eye.

"Good old, unusually lucid me." I replied wondering if the pinching yourself trick would work.

And without any preamble he said "About what happened earlier, it won't happen again. I don't want to compromise your virtue you are to be married to someone soon and we both know that person will not be me." That was all he said he didn't let me speak or anything. He walked away in his eyes the matter was closed, done for, no longer something to worry about.

"Oh, ya. That amazing imaginary guy named Hanz. Hes German. And completely perfect because hes IMAGINARY!" I didn't really realize that I said this out loud till one of the men making sure everything was secure on the ship gave me a funny look. I coughed nervously and forced a smile. "Its fun to make up crazy things." He walked away and I turned toward the sea again hoping that no one else heard what involuntarily came out of my mouth.

"Enjoying the view? Your mother used to love the sea, Elizabeth is just like that. When your mother and I were younger she used to say that she would love to go on adventures and live on the ocean only going to land when she had to. I still wonder what changed that about her..."

I turned, confused wondering who was talking to me. And completely surprised saw that it was Governor Swann or possibly my uncle. "Governor...what, what are you doing here I wasn't aware that you were on the ship."

"Oh, yes up until now i've been entirely focused on figuring out where my daughter is so much so that I've hardly noticed how long it has been." He glanced back out at the ocean, "I figured that I needed some sort of small break. And I have also heard about all the trouble you've been causing since we left Port Royal."

I bit the inside of my cheek to try and keep from smiling honestly causing trouble has been so much fun. "Well..." I said trying to swallow my laughter. "I need some kind of entertainment if not I would have been bored to tears ages ago."

He looked at me and I was sure he was trying to hide his amusement "I better get back to worrying about my daughter." He was about to walk away but paused like he just remembered something. "and your mother had sent me a letter just before we left. Telling me to tell you that your fiance is planning on coming out to Port Royal soon to see you."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "My fiance?"

The Governor nodded his head. "A one Cutler Beckett I presume. A smart match I may say. Hes quickly moving up in the world, your mother made a very wise choice."

I was speechless I honestly and truly had not one word to say. Is this what James was talking about? Did he know about this? Cause heck there must be something wrong if I didn't know. But, then again...there is this thing where I may have been here before and have very little recollection of it.

"Oh, my Lord." I said shell shocked "I'm engaged to freaking Cutler Beckett." I won't lie and say that I didn't feel a pleasurable thrill about this news but...James. "Well, nice way to make everything more complicated universe! Just keep throwing me these curve balls maybe you'll hit me in the face soon!"

"What in the world are you raving about?" I turned and caught sight of Groves up over by the steering wheel staring at me in confusion.

"Do you want to know? Do you really want to know?" I said dramatically. "The universe is out to kill me!" .

"Where the blazes is my daughter!? She hasn't slept for four days and I'll make her close her eyes if I have to tie her up!" Daddy bellowed from down below and I winced. Ouch. Maybe I pushed it too far this time...?

"Barbossa, we've searched the deck and can't find her," someone informed him. Aw, poor soul. Daddy wasn't going to take kindly to these lack of results.

"It's a bloody ship, there's only so many places she can be!" father shouted back at him. "Did you check behind the barrels?"

"Aye."

"Underneath any pile of ropes?"

"Aye."

"Behind the stairs?"

"Aye."

"For crying out- Ugh, did you check in the kitchen?"

"Pintel said that he spotted her there earlier, but after he tried to confront her, she just threw an apple at his face and ran off."

"Cursed Pintel...can't even catch a thirteen year old girl."

Delighted I smirked. Well it was a no-brainer that lousy Pintel wasn't able to catch me! Not only do I have the elusive skills of a slippery eel, but also he had one rum-filled tumbler too many. I could barely understand him scolding me through all his hiccups. Besides, I was a girl with a mission. With only a crummy twenty-four hours in the day, I had to take advantage of as many of them as possible! Savvy?

So I pressed myself up closer to the mast and continued climbing up to the crows nest as sneakily as possible. I had to be spilt-quick when doing this. Never know when one of the hare-brains (don't get me wrong, I love those sailors to pieces) will get the idea to look up and in that instant-BAM!-the moon betrays me. This part of my devious endeavor terrifies me because of this risks! But then again...all the adrenaline makes it so totally worth it. Racing heart beats like these are difficult to achieve when usually you're reduced to mopping the deck. And also, there's the objective of the mission that fuels me on. One on one time with-

"Dodging the clutches of your father again, I see."

I gulped in a scream as I nearly lost my footing and dangled in the air for a horrifying split second. Finally when I regained my balance, I looked up to give Jack a grin. His head was dangling over to observe me, his face painted with a smirk of enjoyment.

"I'd say curse you, but that may have just been the most fun I've had all night," I extended a hand up to him.

Jack obliged, grasping my hand and hoisting me up with ease. A man who tugs up an anchor from the deep depths of the ocean is thankfully capable of lifting up a teenaged girl. Once up, he scooted to the side so that I could sit next to him. "I'd hate to know what you do for entertainment then."

I looped my legs through the railing, kicking my feet back and forth. "Oh, so you're curious about my hobbies? Why, where do I start!" I laughed and looked up to the perfect night sky. "I'm a buccaneer in training, a seashell enthusiast, and second mate of the lovely Black Pearl."

Jack stared at me in puzzlement. "And what do you mean by second mate?"

"I mean like, it's the order of the command on the ship silly. If something happens to you, command then goes to my father, and in turn if something happens to him- command goes to me!"

"You sound awfully joyful of the ordeal. If we'd have to shuffle through captains that quickly it'd seem 'suspiciously convenient' how you'd be the next in charge," he stated dubiously.

"Ah!" I gasped and wheeled around to him. "How rude that you accuse me of considering mutinee! I would never dare to go against you and my father. You two are my most favorite men in the whole seven seas, if I got rid of both of you I'd be stuck with the rest of the scallywags on this ship!"

"Don't pretend that you don't absolutely adore the rest of those scallywags," he teased.

"Hehehe, it's true, I do like them," I giggled. "But still! Life without me two prized men would be a bore. I need you Jack, to spice things up!"

And with that, he gave one of his rare genuine smiles and I felt like singing. "I'm charmed, doll," he said and leaned over to ruffle my hair.

I grinned eagerly back at him. See now why I'm totally savvy with facing the wrath of my father? Bonding moments like these are impossible to come by when you live with a crew as chaotic as the Black Pearl! I have to work unbelievably hard to have a private conversation with him. And that's when I finally realized, "Hey, Jack is on the graveyard duty! Why not bother him then?" And so it worked out splendidly for a week or so, until my dad noticed my empty cot down crew's quarters. Now, it was all an exhilarating challenge! Like a high intensity game of tag or hide and go seek. Truthfully, I'm exhausted, but I haven't had this much fun in ages! It was my own personal mission, that I solely am the captain of. Recently, (after ending our forever going on search for the Shadow Gold) I've been made out as even more unimportant as everyone has been busying themselves with this new expedition for some male named Cortez's treasure. To put things lightly, it drives me insane but there's diddly-squat I can do about it. I'm still just an incapable child in their eyes, even though I've done more than my share during PLENTY of storms.

Before I could let that ball of bitterness overwhelm me again, I shook it off. "But I am your second mate, right?"

"Why so eager, doll?" he laughed.

"Well, because," I shrugged and looked forward, out to the dark loves. "I think it'd be indescribably lovely to be captain! Ruling a ship, having countless people under my reign. I could navigate my own courses, explore the four corners of the earth, and plunder whatever treasure I wanted to. I'd be able to sail on the sea for the rest of my life, live life to the fullest, and when I die, be buried underneath the waves where I belong! It sounds so amazing and I," I stopped, breathless, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. "I dream about ruling the ocean every single night. That's...that's all I want."

I finished, smiling up into the night sky. There was a sense of enlightenment inside me, finally having had said that out loud. It feels like the first breath you take after being forced under water for so long.

I let myself coast on that good emotion until it finally became painfully evident just how thick the silence was around me. My dad wasn't even barking around orders anymore. Curious, I looked over to Jack with my heart pounding excitedly in my ears. He was staring at me intently. Too intently. There was a focus to him that I don't ever see except for when he's steering at the helm. It made me suddenly so uncomfortable that I could barely breathe. This wasn't like him. I snapped my head forward, feeling ashamed for taking things to such a deep level. This was my own bloody fault, I shouldn't have gotten so overly enthusiastic like I somehow always manage to do. That probably scared him off...

"Well, um..." I coughed awkwardly. "Yeah. That's what I want to do."

"I think that's brilliant," he said quietly.

Even more red came on my face and I shakily smiled down at my knees. So Jack doesn't find me as much a wanker as I do...good. I could just breathe a humongous sigh of relief. "Thanks," I chuckled uneasily. "So, um...how'd you become a captain?"

He was silent for a moment. For a while he didn't speak until he quietly confessed, "I first was captain of a ship called a Barnacle."

"Oh?"

"It all happened by me being born into a family of hectic pirates," he continued. "Life was always insane, from the very moment I was born. I barely knew the woman that was my mother, and the man who was supposedly my father I was so doubtful of that I called him "The-Man-Who-Might-Be-Father". His name was Edward Teague, Lord of the Pirates."

"Edward Teague!?" I gasped. "You know him?"

"Yes," he sighed as though the fact somewhat bothered him. "I have the so-called pleasure of knowing him. Anyways though, I was determined, just like you, to become a pirate like my father."

Oh, so that explained his strange insistence to be called Captain. I nodded at him to go on and he did.

"I served on his ship for a bit, before I became fed up with how hectic life was getting. After my Grandmama was tortured, I snuck out by candlelight to read the Pirata Codex. There had to to be some way to make sense of the way things were going. That's when I came upon a section on freedom and the need for pirates to make their own choices, and it settled it. No more of people making choices for me. It was my own life from that day forward.

"Afterwards I escaped out a window and stowed away on a merchant ship heading to Tortuga. After that, one thing led to another. I met some other runaways, formulated an idyllic destination, and eventually I ended up with the Barnacle. The first ship I ever commanded. And so," he sighed, "that's a mere fraction of my life story. I call that one the How I Embarked On the Road To Piratehood."

There was a twinge of nostalgia in his voice. I turned around to look at him and his gaze was far off. There was a wistful grin on his face. Slowly he realized my staring at him and he turned to look at me.

"Jack," I said, "how did you come to command the Black Pearl?"

His grin turned mischievously wider and he opened his mouth, "Now that, is an interesting story. It all started with the East India Trading company-"

"THERE YOU ARE!" a voice bellowed and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Daddy!" I yelled in anger, snapping my head around to glare into his victorious blue eyes. "It's bad luck to make your daughter nearly die on the sea! Especially on an expedition as important as this one!"

Dad's lips curled up in a smirk and he seemed unimpressed. "Should've known that you would've taken your company up with Jack," he sneered. "No matter. You're coming down with me, this strike of no sleeping ends now."

Annoyed, I groaned. Well wasn't this peachy? Sadly I sighed, and unhooked my arms and legs from the wooden posts. It was time to go. No more of these private late night conversations with Jack. Part of me felt sad, but the other was...victorious. I had made it this long. Perhaps in the end, that was all that mattered.

"Alright father," I said in resignation. Looking over to Jack, I gave him a humongous smile. "Goodnight Jack. Have sweet dreams."

I leaned over and pecked his forehead with my lips, a thrill of excitement rushing through me. Feeling overwhelmingly happy, I rose to my feet and followed after my father, where no doubt I would have a hard time falling asleep.

A shiver convulsed my body as I pulled out of the memor...wait, no dream. It had to be a dream. Even though everything about it felt so real. Even though part of me felt that something in my body instantly recognized it. Gosh freaking darn it Jade, do you honestly have to indulge these pirates' fantasies? I growled at my alter ego, but apparently my split personality was still fused together enough that she didn't respond. Pfht, figures. She wasn't bold enough to deal with her dirty work now was she!

Annoyed, I shook my head and continued forward. The pirates were leading us to the Black Pearl. No words were really said, but excitement weighed so heavily in the air it was like I could practically smell it. It's like when you wake up unsuspectingly one fateful Saturday morning and- BAM! Your mom had made pancakes for breakfast that morning. Except this excitement wasn't exactly one that I could take part in.

"Staring is impolite you know," I informed grumpily to a couple of pirates whose names I'm not certain of.

Caught in the act, they stumbled in their step and looked ashamedly at the sand. "Sorry Miss Megan," one of them mumbled an apology.

"And stop calling me Megan!" I wheeled around and stomped my foot at them. "It's creepy how you know it," I added more under my breath and then turned around to continue walking. Except my eyes landed dead on someone else's- Jack's. Ever since the other pirates captured us he's been giving me the strangest looks. As if I'm a stranger he just suddenly met in the middle of the street yet is now convinced is his childhood best friend. Something about me felt extremely awkward when he looked at me like that, as if I was put underneath a microscope to be examined. "Jack," I pleaded with sigh. "Not you too."

Seeming to realize what he was doing. he snapped out of his reverie and continued to look forward. Noticing my despair he looked out of the corner of his eyes to give me a wink, but that lasted a millisecond before he was looking forward once more. For a moment I watched him before I realized that it was extremely hypocritical for me to say staring is impolite and yet do it anyways. Biting down on my lip, I looked forward again stubbornly.

Okay, so nothing has been normal ever since Bridgette and I magically appeared into our favorite world of pirates...But now things are just getting downright freaky.

Since magically appearing here things have been getting weirder and weirder. Now they've just become downright confusing. Not to mention freaky. I was starting to kinda hope I'm dreaming so that I can walk away from all of this and not be affected. But with how many useless little half moon marks on my arms I was beginning to lose hope in the whole dream idea. No amount of the pinching trick would do it I was actually debating asking someone else to do it. Maybe I was doing it wrong. I was about to cry out in frustration when James calm voice cut through another moment of me concentrating on pinching myself.

"Self harm isnt exactly an admirable thing." I glared at him still kinda peeved on how easily he dismissed our moment no matter how embarrassing it may have been.

"Ya, well. Then I guess its a good thing I'm not trying to impress you isn't it?" James frowned at my dismissive manner. I waited a few moments for him to go away and leave me alone, but he didn't budge.

I sighed. "What James." I snapped irritated not exactly wanting to deal with him right now.

He frowned saying nothing seeming like he was searching for something to say. "I don't understand you."

"Well you're not supposed to. Cause remember? We both know i'm going to be married off and you won't be that person I marry." I looked up at him angry "And since we both know you're going to marry someone too. Theres really no point in us caring about each other at all." Angry tears prickled in my eyes. "So it may be best for us to stay away from each other."

Shock and hurt flashed in his eyes, then resignation. "Your right."

"I'm glad were at an understanding." I said quietly I spun on my heel and walked away not wanting him to see just how devastated I was. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gillette freeze he was standing on the side of the ship obviously expecting me to be up to my usual shenanigans but I just ignored him and went so shut myself into the captain's cabin not seeing me come out in any real foreseeable future. I collapsed on the bed in there and tried to figure out why I was so sad about this. I should be ecstatic, I mean now I have no distractions in my way of being with the amazing though admittedly kinda short Cutler Beckett. And now that I knew we were actually engaged theres nothing in my way.

Finally, at long last after walking a freaking marathon across some steaming jungles, underneath the burning sun, with an excruciating wedgie that makes me want to poke my eyes out (think I'm overreacting on that one? Try taking having your panties up your butt cheek in the middle of a group of all men without being to alleviate it for a spin. Wandering around with gouged eyes starts to look awfully inviting) we reached the Black Pearl. "Aughhh finally," I moaned once I could see the torn black sails off in the distance. "I was starting to think I'd have to pee in a bush." This earned a couple of curious stares from pirates and a slightly entertained chortle from Jack. "What? A girl's gotta go when a girl's gotta go."

Perhaps someone made a comment then, but I wouldn't know because then I was suddenly rammed in the head with another massive headache the size of Canada. It was as though a billion nuclear bombs were going off in my head at once and I closed my eyes painfully. Despite how weak it sounds, I honest to goodness groaned in pain right then and crumpled in exhaustion.

"Whoa whoa whoa doll, watch your step," Jack warned, reaching out to steady me before I face-planted with forest floor. Good thing too, because I didn't want my first impression on the Black Pearl to be that of roots stuck in my teeth.

"Thanks," I whimpered weakly and leaned against him for balance. Perhaps leaning against someone who was knocked out with an oar not an hour earlier isn't the wisest idea. But headaches tend to cloud judgment. Or maybe the clouding of judgment is more due to...Jade! She's purposefully trying to get me lean against something unstable so that way I will utterly humiliate myself in front of pirates! Well isn't she just a clever little butt-face...

"Step away from Megan," Pintel ordered and I could hear the familiar of a gun. Ugh, honestly? Was their solution to everything to just point a gun at it and shoot it up?

"Perhaps I would," Jack retorted easily, not even blinking an eyeliner smudged eye,"yet seeing with her compromised state of balance that would probably do more harm than it would good."

Taking in his words, a slight giggle slipped out of my lips. "Hehehe, you rhymed there Jack," I informed him gleefully.

An eyebrows rose up and he tilted his chin up. "Well of course I did, I meant to do that on purpose," he curled his lips and shrugged, as though it was easy.

Taking in his mock bravado, I laughed when all the sudden a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "There you go," Ragetti said cheerfully, looping my arm around his neck. "No need to bother yourself with the grimy Jack Sparrow."

I couldn't help but scoff. As if he was any cleaner! "No thank you, I don't need a crutch," I complained tightly. "All I need is a freaking Jack Sparrow." Then I tried to dramatically pull myself away from him, I was even gonna do a melodramatic hairflip, but then as we walked further down the beach I could see a group of pirates and it was like another headache knife was stabbed through my temple. "Owwww," I whined and collapsed against Ragetti.

And there goes my bonafide diva moment...gone before I could fully realize the full cattiness of it...

We were getting closer to the pirates and with every step I took, the more my headache increased. Wincing at the obnoxiously bright rays of sunlight, I ducked my head down to avoid them. There was the crunching of sand as I could hear someone come forward to confront us.

"How in the blazes did you get off that island?" Barbossa demanded angrily and that was it. The final blow. The one last little increasing of the killer-headache dial to where I couldn't take it anymore. Despite having Ragetti there to support me, I full-out face-planted on the beach. Like honestly, I just flat out tumbled over. I even made a little "oomph!" sound to add in the theatrics.

That caught Barbossa's attention. "Who the hell is that?" he wondered madly and marched over to where I lay.

"Captain, you may want to-"

Not at all being gentle about it, he grabbed onto my shoulder and flipped me over. Warm sunlight baked my faced and I sighed loudly, blinking sand out of my eyes to look up. A shell-shocked Barbossa face hung over mine, eyes wide and mouth hung open. "Megan?" he whispered quietly. "Is that...is that really you?"

"Barbossa?" I blinked my eyes at him curiously, not quite believing that he was right there in front of my eyes. The sheer bewilderment of his expression didn't help with the believability factor either...

"It is you!" he exclaimed and suddenly I felt myself pulled up to a sit and crushed in a suffocating hug. "I finally found me daughter," he whispered hoarsely in my ear, the wiry whiskers of his beard tickling my neck.

And just like that- zap, my headache was gone! All traces of it gone in an instant, as if it wasn't even there to begin with. Except not all discomfort has disappeared. No, no, no, rising up to take the place of the excruciating pain was...extreme embarrassment!

"Um..." I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. "No. Just- no. I don't know what Megan you're talking about here, but I'm not the one you think I am."

Barbossa was at total lost for words. Seriously. It looked as though someone just wiped out his brain and made him forget how to move his tongue to form sentences. His face was just kinda stuck in this horrified expression, his already pale skin a ghastly color and his chapped lips a wide shell-shocked O. The most of a response that I got from him was a strangled sound coming out from his throat.

"Um, helloooo?" I sang and snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Anyone in there?" Not seeing any automatic reaction, I couldn't help but to sigh in annoyance. "Nope? Fine then." Getting up, I dusted my clothes off of clingy sand and took a few steps back. I was smoothing down my hair when I gave everyone a serious look. "Hm...does he normally freeze up like this? You should really update the system here, you just might have a virus."

"Did she..." Barbossa started, still hopelessly confused.

"She acted like this on the way here Captain," Pintel supplied.

"Yes sir," Ragetti agreed. "Carried on as if she didn't remember any of us."

"Hey!" I objected, not liking how they made this all sound as if it was all my fault. "It's kinda hard to remember someone that you've never met before, you loggerheaded barnacles!"

"She completely forgot," Barbossa muttered, blue eyes staring shocked ahead. For a few seconds he looked forward, seeming heartbroken in this unspoken tragedy for a second when he gave a shake of his head and got up. "Tia Dalma," he muttered bitterly underneath his breath. "That's all I can think of to explain all this. Grab my daughter and bring her aboard, we have much to discuss." He ordered and briskly walked off. A pirate's hand grabbed onto my arm and I glared at them, fixing to say something when Pintel spoke up.

"What about Jack, Captain?" he asked.

"Kill him," Barbossa waved it off, not even turning around.

Pintel grinned happily and ocked his gun, placing it on Jack's head. NO! Horror filled me and at the exact same time that I screamed out in protest Jack spoke up with, "The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" he cleverly asked.

Barbossa froze in place, spine stiffening. In the span of a second he snapped around and held up a hand to Pintel. "Hold your fire," he said, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he curiously edged towards Jack. Pintel sighed in obvious exasperation, disappointment all over his face as he slowly lowered his gun. Barbossa eyed Jack closely, working through it in his head when sudden knowledge dawned on his face. "You know whose blood we need," he realized.

"I know whose blood you need," Jack agreed.

The hatred on Barbossa's face was clearly obvious as he clenched his jaw, it was evident in the way his eyes blazed with fury at this knowledge. With eyes the color of a brewing storm, he thought over this angrily...