Author's Note: NOBODY MOVE! I dropped me brain! Ah, there it is. *inserts brain back into skull* Wait, what is that fluffy white thing? Oh, no! No! It's a…plot bunny! *Psycho theme* AAAAAHHHH! Oh, wait, it's my Of Robins and Sparrows bunny! Yay! Now I can get back to writing! Wait…did you just read all of that? Well…this is embarrassing. Shutting up now.

Chapter 11

Robin and Jack stood in the center of a mob of pirates as Barbossa sauntered up to them. Once again, Robin's blood went hot at the sight of him. A red haze descended over her vision, and she had to clutch Jack's hand tightly to keep from lunging at him.

Barbossa turned to Jack, who was leaning one arm nonchalantly over the oar. "How the blazes did you get off that island?"

Jack smirked. "When you marooned me on that Godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate." Barbossa looked at him dubiously. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." In spite of herself, Robin giggled.

"Ah, well I won't be making that mistake…again," Barbossa muttered dangerously. Suddenly, his eyes darted to Robin. "You look like that scrawny little teenager I almost did away with ten years ago. Either you got the best of Bootstrap or he let you go, and I'm thinking the latter." Robin narrowed her hazel eyes dangerously.

"You murdered my family," she spat, venom practically dripping from every word. Barbossa even seemed shocked that such a delicate-looking creature could contain such hatred.

Barbossa shrugged. "They wouldn't give me what I wanted. Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow? Kill 'im. And the little wench, too." Leering, all the pirates pointed their weapons at Jack and Robin. Barbossa began to strut away.

"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" Jack called. Barbossa stopped in his tracks.

"Hold your fire!" he commanded as he turned around. With looks of disappointment, all the pirate's put their weapons away.

"You know who's blood we need," Barbossa sneered.

Jack and Robin grinned. "We know who's blood ye need," Robin said.

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Later, Jack, Robin, and Barbossa were all gathered round a table in the Black Pearl's cabin. "So," Barbossa began, "you two expect to leave me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need while I watch you sail away in my ship?"

"No," Jack said, as if the idea were utterly preposterous. "We expect to leave you standing on a beach with absolutely no name at all while we sail away in my ship."

"And then," Robin said, "we'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?" Jack looked at her, and Robin just shrugged. She had picked up the word from him.

Barbossa looked dubious. "But the that still leaves the problem of me standing on a beach with not but a name and your word it's the one I need."

Jack picked up two apples, handed one to Robin, and began toying with the other one. "Of the three of us, you are the only one who has committed mutiny, therefore our word is the word we'll be trusting."

"Although," Robin said after biting into her apple, "I suppose Jack should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed him and left him to die, he would have an equal share in the curse same as you."

Jack bit into his own apple. "Funny ole world, innit?" He offered the apple to Barbossa.

Just then, the Bo' sun entered. "Captain, we're coming up on the Interceptor." Barbossa went topside, Jack and Robin close behind.

Jack jumped in front of Barbossa. "I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce? I scurry over to the Interceptor and negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?"

Barbossa stared at him, clearly amused. "Now, you see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead." He turned to the Bo' sun. "Lock them in the brig."