A/N: Yeah, you're all probably tired of these but oh well. You must go through the pain once more :D

Anyway, i know I've left out alot of Jack/Adelaine fluff/romance scenes so there will be more coming up, trust me.

I'm up loading these because they were already on my computer and were finished, but i don't have any finished chapters past 12, so bear with me here.

Enjoy (:


Chapter ten

Elizabeth reached a hand to her neck, to find nothing. No medallion.

"Will! The medallion!" she looked at him with wide eyes and Will ran below to search for it.


"Raise yer colors ya bloomin' cockroaches! Hands, grapnels, at the ready. Prepare to board!" Barbossa screeched at his crew. Ragetti and Pintel fired a cannon that fizzed over to the Interceptor, severing the mast which fell onto the hold, trapping Will inside.

"Blast all to carcasses, men! Forward clear to the powder magazine. And the rest of you, bring me the medallion!" Grapple hooks were thrown hastily onto the Interceptor, and yelling pirates swung over onto the deck.

Adelaine peered around the corner of the ship and eyed around to see if the coast was clear. Jack ignored her efforts and swiftly scuttled out onto deck into the middle of the hubbub.

"Jack!" Adelaine hissed after him. "Their gonna see you!"

Jack rolled his eyes and motioned for her to hurry after him. "Don't worry about that 'til it happens, luv. Now come on before I leave without you."

Adelaine scowled but quickly ran after him, as Jack grabbed two ropes right out of some pirates' hands, causing them to fall overboard.

"Thanks very much," Jack said handing one to Adelaine and they simultaneously swung onto the Interceptor.

"Jack! Adelaine!" Gibbs called. Adelaine was the first to hit the deck, and she gave Mr. Gibbs his rum canteen they had found on their way out the brig.

"Sorry mate, it's bloody empty," was all she said before running with Jack over to Elizabeth, who glared at him.

"You wretch!" she snapped, readying to slap him. Adelaine grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to and Jack cocked her head at her.

"You are really handy at stopping that luv. I should have you around more often."

Adelaine rolled her eyes. "Where's William?" she asked Elizabeth, who looked around frantically before seeing him in the hold.

"Will! Will!" she screamed.

"Elizabeth!"

Jack turned around to see Barbossa's darn monkey scurrying off with the medallion, and Adelaine grinned to herself that Barbossa was stupid enough to forget the last medallion, hidden deep in her secret pocket.

"Monkey!" Jack said, dashing off after it.

Elizabeth and Adelaine struggled to lift the grill off the deck so Will could escape.

"I can't move it!" Elizabeth exclaimed before being dragged off by a dirty pirate. "Will!"

"Elizabeth!"

Adelaine leaned down over the grill, locking eyes with Will.

"Will! Listen to me! I'm a Turner! I'm you're sister!"

"What?"

Adelaine felt herself being pulled by a pirate, and she kicked out with her feet, sending him tumbling over board.

"I'm your sister Will! I remember everything now! I remember the fire and I remember running away and-mmph!" she felt a hand being clasped over her mouth and being dragged towards the Pearl.

"Adelaine! Adelaine!"

She was flung roughly onto the deck of the Pearl and tied onto the mast with the rest of the crew.

She caught sight of Jack and Barbossa's monkey out of the corner of her eye.

"Jack!" she called. Jack locked eyes with her and smiled briefly, before turning back to the stupid monkey.

"Thank ye Jack," Barbossa said, his normally gruff voice somewhat quiet.

"You're welcome."

"Not you," he said, rolling his eyes. "We names the monkey 'Jack'." He turned to his crew. "Gents, our hope is restored!"

Adelaine grinned maliciously inside her head. Oh no it's not. I have the last medallion. And you don't so HA.

His crew cheered and lit the kegs of gunpowder, leading back to the Interceptor. Pintel circled the crew, his pistols at ready.

"If any of you as much as thinks the word 'parley', I'll have your guts for garters." He threatened loudly. Adelaine rolled her eyes. Alright. Parley. Oh, guess what. You didn't do anything.

The sky was filled with a great boom and everyone watched as the Interceptor was blown to bits.

"Will!" Elizabeth cried, nearly on the verge of tears. She ran forward and attacked Barbossa. "Stop it! You've got to stop it!" Barbossa pinned her arms by her sides and grinned gleefully.

"Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now that you return the favor." He then pushed her to the crew, who groped at her with their dirty hands.

"Barbossa!"

All heads turned to the owner of the voice, which turned out to be a sopping wet, but very much alive, William Turner.

"Will!" Adelaine and Elizabeth exclaimed in joy.

"The women go free!" he pointed the pistol at Barbossa, clicking the safety off.

"What's in your head boy?" Barbossa scoffed. "You've only got one shot, and we can't die."

"Don't do anything stupid." Adelaine heard Jack mutter. Will pointed the gun at his own chin.

"You can't, I can."

"Like that…" Jack finished. Barbossa squinted at Will. "Who are you?" Jack immediately leaped up. "No one! He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch, by the way."

Will and the rest of the crew ignored him, as Adelaine watched, fascinated.

"My name is Will Turner . My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins," Will stated, glancing briefly at Adelaine before turning his eyes back to Barbossa once more. "I am his only child."

"He's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us," Ragetti stated, crossing himself. Will still kept the barrel of his gun to his chin.

"On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker."

Barbossa snarled. "Name yer terms, Mr. Turner."

"Elizabeth and Adelaine go free."

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Adelaine saw Will glance at Jack, who was jumping up and down and pointing at himself.

"And the crew. The crew are not to be harmed."

Adelaine wiggled in her spot against the mast, the abrasive threads of the rope digging in to her arms.

Barbossa grinned. "Agreed."


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