"Land!" A cry came from the side of the ship and in an instant the whole ship went up into frenzy.

Jack, Elizabeth, Kyri, James, and I filed into a rowboat with two other pirates and in the next few moments we were rowing to the island, listening to two idiots blabber on about a water beast. James and I looked at one another and rolled our eyes. There was no such thing as a Kraken and everyone knew that.

Once on land, Jack handed James a shovel and winked at me before walking off. We all stalked on the hot sand and trudged through warm water until we came to a small valley situated between two hills.

James and I watched from the sidelines as Elizabeth paced back and forth, the compass outstretched in her hand. It took five whole minutes for her to come to the conclusion that the compass didn't work. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as Jack figured out the problem, she was sitting on it. James glanced back at me but I kept my complexion icy and cool, hiding my emotions the way I was taught. James then began to dig until a large thud happened. I sat down on the sand and tuned out from their conversation. It wasn't until Elizabeth yelled out Mr. Turner's name that I came back to life and stood in full attentiveness.

Kyri and Jack stood opposite from James and I, us all watching Elizabeth run up to Will and kiss him. Will glanced at Jack who glanced at James who stared at Elizabeth. In one quick motion, James was pulling me into a deep kiss in front of everyone. I watched from the corner of my eye as Jack grabbed Kyri and kissed her as well. I smirked inside while I kissed James. How ironic this was. We were all having our own love problems yet still displaying affection. The men were testing their powers while the women stood idly by, ready for anything the men threw at them.

Once the kissing was over, the men immediately pulled out each other's swords while we women stammered back in confusion of the previous events. Then, in a motion to quick for us to catch, they began flinging their swords about and fighting over some key. Kyri, Elizabeth and I ran after them yelling and screaming, kicking and throwing rocks at them to stop. Then, I snapped.

"That's it! I'm done! Yes, that's right! Let's just pull out our swords and start banging away each other! James! Stop it! JAMES!" I yelled and hollered and threw large rocks which came close to hitting them but to no avail. They continued to fight with one another.

I grabbed the hat from my head, letting the hair fall out at once and waved it around as if I were to faint. I fell onto the ground rather harshly, but as I peered out from my slightly closed eyes, they still fought. I realized that I was alone as I sat up. The other two women had disappeared, running after some chest.

The chest! I stood up and ran after them, unsheathing my sword from its rest. I kept running after them but soon found myself lost in the dense trees of the island. Everything was silent except for the far off grunting and clanging of swords coming from a far distance. I was lost. I glanced about worriedly praying for a way out when everything went silent. There was no noise, no movement, not even a bird singing in the trees.

I heard footsteps running my way ten minutes later. I was suddenly hurtled through the air and landed on my back in a clearing. I stood up slowly, muttering to myself until I felt a strong hand grabbing mine and running deeper into the woods. My hair was in my face and the wind blowing about us that I couldn't see my guide. It wasn't until we stopped that I was able to view my surroundings. James was grasping my hand and clutching a chest in the other. He got the chest! I cheered silently in my head while I noticed the disgusting and surreal looking crew of what was supposedly The Flying Dutchman. I almost puked at the sight of them, all scurvy infested and what not when James threw the chest on the floor. He threw me over his shoulder then, knowing I would protest and grab the chest before we bolted from sight.

"James! What do you think you're doing?" I yelled as I pounded on his back.

"Saving us from Davy Jone's locker!" He bellowed back, running for the shore.

He thrust me down into a ditch with him until there was complete silence on the island. The Flying Dutchman disappeared from view and the Black Pearl with it. James helped me up and began to walk away when I grasped his arm. He kept moving with me entailing him, trying madly to stop him. I gave up stopping him, ran up to the front of his face and slapped him fully across the cheek. He stopped.

"James!" I began to yell with full anger. "What in the bloody hell is wrong with you! I come all this way to find you and escape Lord Beckett's clutches and all you can do is toss me aside as if I'm not your wife!"

"You're not my wife! You're Lord Beckett's!" He yelled back, his face paling into sickness.

I grasped his arms with a force I didn't know I had. "James, I don't what you're talking about, but I'm still married to you. Lord Beckett came to Port Royal only a day before I left in search of you."

James was watching me now, urging me to speak. "Lord Beckett came to Port Royal six weeks after I learned of your death. He brought with him my mother's will which stated that I was to marry him in the event of your death. All I had to do was sign."

"Did you sign it?" He asked eagerly.

I buried my face in my hands, crying into the sleeves of the dirtied tunic I had stolen from James's closet. "Yes…I had to. You were dead and if I was going to survive I had to sign it."

"That bastard!" James yelled, grabbing a rock and chucking it into the water. "I can't believe that double crossing arse!"

I continued to cry even when James pulled me into a hug. He buried his face in my hair and clutched onto me for dear life. "What am I going to do? He won't accept you back alive…"

"No, he will accept me back…" He reached inside his breast pocket and pulled out a pouch that thudded. I jumped back in a fright, but he smirked. "This is what Beckett has sought after for quite some time now. If I present this to him and this," he pulled out the leather pouch that Elizabeth had held onto for dear life, "then I can get my life back. But, Brenna, there is something I must tell you." I nodded, feeling hope ignite brighter than ever in my life. "Lord Beckett saved me from drowning and dragged me onto his ship. He said that you and I faced the gallows. He made a deal with me which I reluctantly accepted. He offered for you to live if I remained dead. In exchange for your life, I had to let him marry you. That's why I pushed you away. That's why I didn't come to you. I was ashamed of my actions and I have paid for them dearly. I was afraid he was already married to you...I couldn't bare it. I couldn't live with myself if he had touched you in any way..."

"Well, I'm not his wife and...he didn't touch me..." I hated myself more than ever. I was lying to my husband! But I pressed forward, forgetting my humiliation of the night Lord Beckett kissed me. "James, I don't care what you've done. As long as you're alive…I'll do anything. I'll run away and disappear forever with you. All I have ever wanted was just to live peacefully with you. I love you so much." I said, my eyes wet with large tears.

He lifted me from the ground and kissed my lips longingly. We then fell over into the sand as I pushed off his jacket and he unbuttoned my top...