Hello all! So, so sorry for such a long update! I've been so busy my brain's about to explode! Aaaah!

Malcolm Young Fan: I know, they're short! Writer's block! *smacks head* Think, Mai, think! Grr! I promise they'll be longer! I think Squinty's a good name because he always squints... :D

BlooperLover: Jack did freak out! Who wouldn't? He was so awesome as a pirate! Privateers are too sleazy. Ugh, math homework during the summer? *whacks math teacher with frying pan* EVIL! :D

LORI: I know...She'll get what's coming for her, I promise! The Turners and Tori shall escape...maybe. :D

x-Pick'n'Mix-x: I know. Preggers gets in the way of everything! Rawr! OH YAY! POST POST POST! I haven't gotten an email! D:

Sarala23: He is such a little sourpuss. I know. Preggers will get what's coming for her! Relax! Hahaha! Yes, he is, especially when he's freaking out! Tori is full of energy! :D

Flik: Yes, the Spaniard has a crush but Tori likes someone else who I shall not name and by doing I kind of gave it away...O_o. Don't worry! You and Norry are there! :D

grapejuice101: I know! I want to be reunited too! Haha! He'll definitely get her for it! :D

EthanPrime21: Yes! Woo for Spencer moments! I know! *tears up* They always get it wrong! He's Captain Jack Sparrow! True. I found this video on YouTube that has actual audio clips from OST, and I was listening to the one where he and Jack are tied to the palm trees in the Spanish camp. I agree. Barbossa's still there underneath the cheap theatrical façade. :D

Okey dokes! Onto it then! HUZZAH!

Port Royal

"I'm going to kill Turner and your friend when I find them." Norry growled as he shoved a stack of shirts into his satchel. One of Will's crew members said he spotted the Turners and Tori when his merchant ship passed the Spanish fleet. Norry swung the satchel over his shoulder and began to make his way downstairs.

"James! James, wait!" Flik hurried after him. Suddenly she winced as her stomach cramped. "Oh!" The cramp became more painful and she had to clutch onto the banister to hold herself up.

"Felicity, what's wrong?" Norry turned around.

"Nothing! I, uh, stubbed my toe!" She quickly lied and caught up with him. He nodded and continued downstairs.

"I'll be back soon." He smiled, planting a kiss on her lips.

"James, wait." Flik called as he turned to leave. "I'm coming with you."

"You've got to be joking." Norry raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"Felicity, I can't let you come."

"James, we used to do this all the time!" Flik complained.

"I know. But I can't put you at risk with the condition you're in." Norry explained. He mentally smacked himself in the face for letting that last little bit slip out.

"Risk? Condition?" She put her hands on her hips. "James, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Felicity...I, uh..." He scratched his head nervously. "I know you're pregnant." He said. Flik's jaw dropped.

"Come again?" She asked in disbelief.

"I know you're pregnant." He stated.

"H-how did you know?"

"I could tell by the way you were acting. You were quiet, you avoided me, you ate the most random foods and you always kept a hand on your stomach. It was pretty obvious." Norry said. Flik looked down and spotted her hand resting on her stomach.

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?" Flik asked angrily.

"I thought it best I let you tell me when you were ready." He smiled a little bit.

"Oh..." She breathed. "Did you mean anything you said before? When I asked you about kids?"

"In a sense, yes. I want to make sure I spend time with them. But I'm mostly concerned with the matter at hand. This is too dangerous. You're staying home, and there's no arguing that point, Felicity." Norry began to walk away again.

"James!" She tugged on his sleeve. "What if this...journey, or mission, or whatever isn't short? What if you're gone a long, long time? You won't be here when I need you." She said, batting her eyelashes. She could see the guilt building up in his eyes. "I promise I'll be safe. Nothing risky. Just the quiet little wife on your ship. Please, James. Let me come." She begged.

"Oh, alright." He sighed. "But! If I catch you doing anything unsafe, you'll be staying in the cabin, understand?" He asked.

"Yes! I promise I won't do anything stupid!" Flik smiled widely. "On purpose..." She added under her breath.

"Go pack. Quickly now, we don't have much time." He rushed back and opened the door for her. She hurried up the stairs to their room.

Queen Anne's Revenge

Jack leaned on the rail, looking out into the water with sad eyes. Where is she? He thought. Suddenly, there was a light finger on his shoulder.

"Jack, are you alright?" Preggers asked. His eyes darted to hers for a second before going back to the horizon.

"I'm fine, Angelica. Thank you for asking." Jack straightened and turned on his heel. "Now if you'd be so kind as to leave me alone." He hurried off. Preggers crossed her arms and huffed. What will I have to do to get him back?

The Providence (A/N: I know it's before the dance scene, but I'm putting it after.)

"Apples? You're seriously cutting up apples?" Maisie asked, sitting in front of Barbossa at a nicely set little table. "Just bite the damn thing. Do you remember how to bite? Do I need to show you?" She asked sarcastically.

"Mrs. Sparrow..." Barbossa said, placing his knife on the table and stabbing the first piece of apple with his fork. "Please. Be civilized." He eyed her propped up feet. She rolled her eyes and put them down. Groves appeared over Maisie's shoulder.

"Squinty! Your bed's so comfortable! It's all fluffy and nice." Maisie smiled. Groves glared at her.

"Aye?" Barbossa asked.

"Captain. Sir. I am unhappy to report rumors, sir, among the crew, as to our destination." Groves said.

"Shut yer traps and make way." Barbossa went for another apple slice. Groves didn't move. "That's the way of it, then?"

"No disrespect, sir."

"What do the men fear? Say it. Speak the words."

"Whitecap Bay." Groves stated, fear tinting his voice.

"Aye, and every worthless fears the name, rightly so, though few know why, or dare to ask." Barbossa said.

"Be the stories true?" Gibbs asked, jumping into the conversation. By this time, Barbossa and Maisie stood up and made their way to the chart table.

"Listen, that your voice should quiver like a fiddle string. Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs, or forever leave it to the wider fields of fancy." Barbossa said.

"What?" Maisie looked between them, completely confused.

"Mermaids, sir." Gibbs said, his voice quivering like a fiddle string.

"Aye. Mermaids. Sea ghouls, devil fish, dreadful in hunger for flesh of man. Mermaid waters, that be our path. Cling to your soul, Mister Gibbs, as mermaids be given to take the rest...to the bone." Barbossa announced to the crew who gathered on deck. They murmured fearfully.

"Steady, men. Find your courage, or be ready to purpose your fear." Groves said. Suddenly, a sailor turned and leapt overboard. The crew rushed to the railing to watch. "Man overboard!"

"Oh great! Look what you did, Squinty! You made the man jump overboard!" Maisie scolded. Groves restrained himself from strangling her.

"Nay! A deserter." Barbossa said.

"Come about, sir?"

"Nay. I shan't ask any more of a man that what that man can deliver. But I do ask: Are we not King's men?"

"Aye." Groves and a few crew members answered.

"On the King's mission? I did not note any fear in the yes of the Spanish as they passed us by. Are we not King's men?"

"AYE!" The crew answered.

"I'm not." Maisie smiled, raising her hand. Groves smacked it down. "Hey! Barbossa, he hit me!" She complained. Barbossa didn't notice her whimpers.

"Aye! Double-reef the mizzen topsail and hoist it up! Haul her close! Stave on ahead!"

"Oh! I know how to do that!" Maisie smiled, running to the mizzen ratline. She scurried up it with skill and made her way across the foot line, followed by the crew. "Alright, boys! Two...Six...Heave!* Good!" She ordered, leading them. Maisie missed climbing the Pearl's rigging with Jack. There was something so peaceful about the way the Pearl pitched. It had a gentle sway to it, making running through the rigging a breeze. She shook the daydream out of her mind and climbed back down.

"Mrs. Sparrow!" Groves called from the helm.

"Take in the starboard sheet, dude! C'mon! Faster! GAH!" Maisie ignored Groves and ran over to the confused sailor, tightening the sheet herself.

"MRS. SPARROW!" Groves yelled angrily.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Geez, you're grumpy today, aren't you?" Maisie climbed the stairs to the helm.

"You've been ordered to your cabin, ma'am."

"Don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel like an old lady."

"Alright, miss. You've been ordered to remain in your cabin until notified otherwise. Come with me." Groves grabbed her upper arm and dragged her below. He shoved her into the cabin and locked the doors.

"No. NO!" Maisie banged on the doors. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE AND LOCKING ME UP? I HATE YOU, MR. SQUINTY GRUMPY PANTS!" She called. She heard Groves chuckle and leave. "Damn it!" She kicked a book that had ended up on the floor. She picked it up. The Complete History of Pirates. Sighing, she sat down on the bed and flipped open the book.

There you have it! Sorry for shortness/long update! D: I've been soooooooooooo busy!

*Two...Six...Heave: Fun little sailing fact! The order "Two, six, heave!" actually comes from the cannoneers. Each cannon was assigned 6 or 7 people (can't remember exactly). Now, when a cannon is fired, it jumps back about 3-5 feet. So, after they swabbed and loaded it, cannoneer #2 and #6 would (by using ropes attached to it) have to haul it back out of the cannon port to be fired again! Whew! There you have it!

I've been thinking I'll add little facts from now on! :D

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