Chapter 10: St. Ruby's Island

Disclaimer: I do not own potc or any of its components or some other fancy words.

A/N: ya, I'm sorry, its one of them take-a-really-long-time things again.

Aubry looked behind himself, saw the Pearl, and moaned. "So now he's after me…" He turned back around and saw an island in the distance. Maybe I can kill Sparrow there, he thought.
"Gents, prepare to dock on that there isle!" he yelled to his crew.
Soon enough, both ships were edging closer and closer to the spot of land, and eventually docked. Aubry and a dozen members of his crew ran out into the populated area of the town, and soon could not be seen by Jack's crew.
On the Black Pearl, Jack decided to send a dozen of his men onto the island too, to seek out Aubry's crew, and if they wanted, to kill them.
"You all should know St. Ruby's isle, men. This 'ere isle is famous for their rum… an' I bloody hope it doesn't tempt me… So be on your way, and bring Aubry back to me… preferably alive, please," Jack told the 12 men.
"Aye, Cap'n," they said in unity, then walked onto the dock.
"Gibbs, you 'n I had best be going onto the Bride so we can be the little rescuers," Jack told Mr. Gibbs, who was standing next to him. "AnaMaria, love, ye know what t' do."
AnaMaria strode over to the (steering wheel thing).

+On the ocean kinda near Port Royal+

The Commodore adjusted his wig as the wind tried to pry it off. It was about noon, and Norrington knew it was time for tea. He strode down to his "commodore's quarters" which he had renamed from the former "captain's quarters," seeing it was more official and appropriate. He took a cup from a cabinet and poured in some water that had been sitting over a fire for a while. He then slipped a homemade teabag into the cup and stirred with a spoon. As he sipped his tea elegantly, the Dauntless hit a sandbar, spilling the hot tea over his "special purpose" area. His eyes opened wide as he yelled, "Fire in the hole!" Gillette cam down from the deck and ran into the Commodore's quarters.
"Is everything alright, sir?" Gillette urgently asked. Norrington looked up from his johnny slowly, and met eye contact with his First Mate.
"It's very hot down there," he said, pointing. After a moment's pause, he looked away and mumbled, "What am I saying?"
"Sir?"
"It's alright, Gillette. I was momentarily stunned from my unusual accident. That's all."
"Commodore, the Dauntless has struck a sandbar!"
The commodore stood up, and Gillette giggled.
"What's the problem, Mr. Gillette?" Norrington asked.
"Sir, it looks as if you've wet yourself."
Norrington looked down and blushed. "Oh, don't mind that…" He walked up to the deck, his pants dripping amber coloured liquid from his "area." Some of the crew giggled, but Commodore ignored it. He looked out over the bow of the ship, where sure enough, a sandbar was pretty much connected to the ship. He covered his forehead with his hand.
"I don't need this right now," he said in monotone. "Alright, then, Gillette, Malcolm, Brithe, Charleston, Bridges, you gentlemen come with me. I am not a carpenter; therefore I cannot repair the damage to my ship. Mr. Bailey, please set up the rowboat for us please."

.five.minutes.later.

The six men rowed towards an island, a mere 20 meters away. When they arrived on the shore, Commodore Norrington walked up to a poor-looking man and asked what island they were on.
"(cough) Ye be on St. Ruby's island, mate. West side, t' be exact," the man replied.
"Err, thank you, sir," Norrington mumbled, and then hurried off back to his men. "Welcome to St. Ruby's island, gentlemen. From what I've heard, this is that island famous for their rum. It'd be best if we stayed away from such a vile drink. Anyways, let's be off to find our carpenter."
Little did they know that 25 pirates were on the east side, which was the direction the Dauntless' crew was heading. The island had a diameter of three miles, all around which wasn't much distance. Aubry and his men were near the middle of the island with Jack's crew following, unnoticed.

:on.the.unfaithful.bride:

Jack and Gibbs crept onto the Bride after using a very long rope to get over to it. They took out their swords and pistols, and since no one was on the deck, they walked downstairs. The two soon discovered that there weren't any of Aubry's men aboard the Bride, fortunately for them. They hurried down to the cells and luckily Will, Elizabeth, and Jeremy were there (a crewmember had put him back before they left).
"Jack?" Will asked as Jack looked around for the keys.
"Aye," he answered, still searching.
"Well, I was about to say 'so good to see you' but I'm not sure that your answer would be what I'm expecting," Elizabeth said.
"Sorry love, but we can chat all we want once we get back on me Pearl. At the moment, I need to find Aubry's bloody keys. They're bound to be here somewhere…"
Jack looked up as he heard footsteps from the floor above them.
"Now 'oo could that be?" he muttered.
"Don't worry, Dad, and… put your sword away," Jeremy told his father. Jack gave his son a funny look as Charlotte descended from the stairs. She looked over at them.
"Um," she said.
"Who ye be, miss?" Gibbs asked her.
"I'm… Charlotte," she answered.
"What's a lass doing on a ship like this?" Jack questioned.
"I'm on the crossing from Tortuga."
"You? From Tortuga? Ha! You wouldn't last a day."
"I suggest you shut your mouth, Mr. Sparrow."
"Well I don't mean to upset, love."
"Then don't."
"Alright then. …Do ye know where the keys for these are?"
"Yes."
"…Can I have them?"
"Well, I don't know…"
"I'll make you a deal…?"
"Give your terms."
"You give us the keys and we'll ne'er return."
"That's not very persuasive."
"Okay… let's say, you hand over the keys and we'll take you as a member of my ship."
"And…?"
"And what?"
"And you must give me something."
"A bar of gold?"
"Ten bars."
"Five."
"Eight."
"Seven?"
"Seven's good enough. Mr. Sparrow, we have an accord."
"Alright then, can you give us the keys now?"
"No, you must be polite and say please."
"Love, I'm a pirate. Pirates aren't polite."
"Do you want the keys?"
"Yes!"
"Say please."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Can you PLEASE give us the keys?"
"Of course."
Charlotte went to the corner of the room and opened up a small box, then pulled out a ring of keys. She handed them to Jack.
"Thank you," he said flatly.
"You're welcome… Captain," she replied.
Jack undid the lock to the cells as the three 'hostages' walked out, relieved.
"Let's get back to the ship… c'mon, mates," Jack told everyone. Jeremy hated being aboard the Bride the most, and hurried to get off. Once he got up on deck, he found a rope hanging from one of the sails and swung from the Unfaithful Bride to the Black Pearl. He brushed himself off and looked behind him. No one else had come over from the other ship yet. At that moment, suddenly he heard a scream from below deck.
"Emily," he whispered, and then ran downstairs to where the scream was coming from. It was Emily's room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. The scream continued. He had no other choice but to kick the door down, which took some force. As the door fell down, there was Emily, pushed up against the far wall, Paul directly in front of her, and slowly advancing closer to her body (no worries, she's still fully clothed). Emily looked behind Paul's head and saw Jeremy in the doorway. Paul grabbed her face roughly with his hand and forced her lips to touch his. She stopped screaming, but still desperately tried to escape. Jeremy ran over to Paul and punched him on the side of the head with all his might, knocking him out. Emily stood there, stunned and panting. She looked at Paul, then up at Jeremy. Jeremy just smiled slightly nervously
"Th-thank you Jeremy," she said, and slowly walked up to him. "That was… so scary. I wish you had been here… so he wouldn't have… done that."
She ran the back of her hand against her mouth. "That was… ew… disgusting," she mumbled.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Jeremy questioned urgently.
"If you hadn't come, I don't know what would've happened. Oh Jeremy, thank you…" She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm hug. He put his arms around her also, absorbing the warmth.
"Jeremy, I need you up here, quick!" Jack yelled from the deck (apparently, he had arrived from the Bride).
Jeremy looked towards the deck, then back at Emily, who was looking up at him. He gave her a two-second kiss (count it out, people) and a quick glance into her eyes and ran up to the deck with a smile.