CHAPTER 11...Ruby (she's still alive? OMG)

I wake up in a tiny store, broken glass covering the floor. "What...?"

"Hush. Rest, Ruby."

I jerk up, recognizing the voice. "Anamaria?"

"Aye."

I turn my head and see a young woman with long, dark brown hair and shining brown eyes. "I thought you were dead!" I exclaimed.

"Aye, after the shipwreak, many thought that I was. But I washed up on Tortuga and eventually found my way back here." Anamaria growled to herself. "It was a miracle, as that scoundrel Jack Sparrow-"

"I believe it's Capt-" I cut in, then silenced myself from the look Anamaria gave me.

"-as I was saying, Jack Sparrow stole my boat. And never gave it back! So I'm here to settle a score with him. Rumor has it he's here, in Port Royal somewhere."

"If you mean somewhere as in prison, then, yes, he's here."

Anamaria smirked. "So, Jack's finally been caught. Ha! Serves him right."

"So, on that happy note...would you care to tell me where the hell I am?!" I questioned.

Suddenly I remembered the events from last night. The attack. Will. When I was...

"Am I dead?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Anamaria smiled. "No, you're not dead. Just hurt," She explained, opening my shirt to reveal a bullet wound on my left side.

"I found you, and removed the bullet. Saw the whole thing, from my store. You'll be fine, just no sword fighting in the meantime."

She looked up at me curiously. "How you could survive that, I have no idea..."

"What about Will?" I asked, not very interested about how I lived because I was pretty much happy enough that I did survive.

"Saw him get up this morning, heading towards the Commodore's house."

"Thank you, Anamaria. But I must go," I said.

"Yes," was all she said, helping me up. Slowly but surely, I made my way out if the store, on my way to find Will.

"And no sword fighting!" she called as I heard Will shout out:

"That's not good enough!"

"Found him," I mumble to myself.

A formal voice that must've been Norrington's said in reply: "Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith, and this is not the moment for rash actions. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth," he said, shoving Will's hachet into at my brother.

Running up to him, I asked, "Um, what was that about? What did I miss?" Will gives me a funny look and I say, "What? Does a person have to be shot to not know what's goin' on around here?"

"Just follow me," Will said confidently. "We're going to have a visit with a pirate."

"Oh, joy!" I exclaimed sarcasticly. "My favorite."