Okay… you'll hate me so much right now but I THINK im gonna pull them out of this one REALLY fast… only two chaps for Pirates of the Caribbean, sorry…

Finn's POV…

I was on all fours now, scrubbing something black and gooey off the deck. I gagged. Maybeck stood a few feet to the left of me, sharpening knives and swords. Philby was on kitchen duty. Shocker. I laughed silently.

"Somethin' funny, Boy?"

"Ah… No. Sorry."

"Brats. All of 'em." He mumbled, walking away. I rolled my eyes. I listened to this guy, talking to his buds. He thought I couldn't hear him. "Ay. The Cap's gotta go. He be leadin us straight to our deaths."

"Ya think? Chasing krakens. Like he wants us to die."

"Ay."

A mutiny? We'd better get out of here before that happens. That could cause a war on the ship… and we'd die for sure. We're already on thin ice with these jerks.

I finished scrubbing the black stuff, and moved on to polishing one of the cannons. I have bad luck with lethal weapons, so I cleaned cautiously but slowly, earning glares from pirates all around me.

"Hurry up, Kid! You ain' got all day!" Said one.

"Yeah, whatever. Sorry." I said, glaring at the ground.

"Watch yer tone!" he growled. I glared up at him, and he kicked me to the ground.

I stood up quickly, and met eyes with him. I held my ribs where he had kicked me.

"Knock it off!" I yelled.

"Better watch who ya tangle with, rookie." I heard from behind me. I turned, to meet a seven foot tall GIANT , hairy, smelly man.

Knowing I was no match for any of these people, I looked at the ground, nodding.

As I went back to cleaning, laughter erupted through the deck. My ears got hot, my heartbeat sped up, and I had to force myself not to punch these guys. I met eyes with Maybeck, who smiled sympathetically and shrugged. I shook my head.

"GET OUT! YOU IDIOT!"

I looked at the kitchen door, where I heard yelling. Philby was thrown out the door, landing hard on the deck.

"YE GONNA LIGHT THE SHIP ON FIRE, YE HEAR? DON'T YA COME BACK! Send 'em to bathroom duty!"

I ran to Philby's aid, helping him up.

"Dude, what'd you do?" I whispered.

"A-a curtain caught fire! It blew into the stove! Please, I didn't mean to! It's not my fault!"

Two mops were thrown at us.

"The TOILETS! Clean them NOW!"

I sighed.

"Come on, Phil." I said, leading him away. Suddenly, the door to downstairs burst open.

"SHE'S A WITCH! A WITCH! KILL HER, GET HER OFF THIS SHIP! SHE'S A WITCH!"

My lungs felt like they froze, my stomach dropped. My eyes went wide. Me and Philby looked at each other.

"Amanda!" I whispered.

Amanda's POV…

Willa slept peacefully against Charlie, who was worried beyond belief for the both of us. Charlie was currently playing with Willa's hair, hugging the poor girl close to her. Occasionally she'd check to make sure Willa was breathing normal, and when she was convinced Willa was fine, she'd go back to playing with her hair. Jess sat, leaning against me, her head buried in the front of my shoulder.

"Ugh…" she groaned.

"You alright?" I muttered.

"So… Seasick…" she whispered.

"Oh…Alright… Well just lay back, okay? Close your eyes." I whispered back softly. She relaxed into me, holding her stomach. I rubbed her back.

"Ehhh…"

I watched her fight to keep her eyes open for a little while, before I started to stare out the window and think. Alright, we're all safe. That's good. A little beat up, I noted, as Jess accidentally pressed herself up against my injured side in her sleep. I shifted so she wasn't putting pressure on the bandaged cut.

Finn had told me- had choked out through tears- that he killed that boy, the one that gave me the cut. I had hugged, him, told him that it'd be alright. Told him if he hadn't he would've killed Willa and me. And him. And I reminded him that the guy had forgiven him and blamed the stupid capitol. But his conscience was eating at him.

Suddenly, I heard a gasp. I turned to see Willa darting across the room, knocking over a barrel in the process. I wondered what got her so worked up. Now she was standing with her back pressed against the wall opposite the bed and looking down at something she broke in her outburst.

"Calm down, kid. Relax." I heard Charlie coax. "What's wrong?"

"CH-Charlie there's a big fat spider!" She mumbled, pointing at the ceiling above the bed she had previously fled from. Charlie laughed, but her grin faded as Willa put a hand on her stomach, looking weak, and sank to her knees. The door burst open.

"What are you-" The pirate began, but stopped, seeing the broken pieces of glass from Willa's escape from the spider. "YOU FOOL! YOU'VE BROKEN A THREE-THOUSAND GALLEON VASE! I'll have your head for this!"

He took out his sword and charged at the helpless Willa kneeling on the floor.

"NO!" I screeched. Before I even thought, I had pushed the guy back, against the wall.

He looked up at me, eyes wide.

"WITCH! SHE'S A WITCH!" He screamed, running up the stairs.

"Amanda…" Jess muttered.

"We're screwed." Charlie said.

"Wills, you alright?"

"Eh… yeah. Amanda.. they're going to get you now! Why would you-"

"You've risked your life to save mine three times on this stupid movie trip. Don't you dare think I wouldn't do the same for you." I said solemnly. She smiled at me, and Charlie picked her up and helped her to her feet.

"So-"

"GET UP HERE, ALL OF YE! OR YE FRIENDS'LL BE SHOT!"

We all exchanged a nervous glance.

"I'm sorry." Willa mumbled. "This is my fault."

"No, it's mine." I said.

"It's no one's 'fault', let's get upstairs before they hurt the boys." Jess said, quickly helping me to my feet.

We got to the top of the stairs, me heavily leaning on Jess, Willa helped Charlie. I was feeling stronger now, luckily, and I could tell Willa was too.

"They're witches! Hang them!" yelled one.

"Send 'em overboard!"

"Tie 'em to the anchor, drown them one by one!"

"Yeah!" they all yelled.

"No!" Finn, Maybeck, and Philby yelled at the same time.

"And the boys, too! The anchor!"

"And the Cap'n!" one yelled.

"What?" the ship went silent.

"He's gone mad! And he's stealin' all our rum!"

"YEAH! DROWN THEM ALL!"

Jack was brought out, sending us a very confused look.

I mouthed 'Help!' to him. He shrugged, still looking confused as ever.

"Jack Sparrow, we be sentencin you to death by anchor because of the wrongs you've committed against this crew." Said an odd-looking, tall guy.

"You mean, Captain Jack Sp- WHAT!?" Jack yelled.

"You're a crappy captain so we're killing you!" he spat.

"And to the kids. We're charging you with witchcraft and association to witchcraft."

"We'll kill the kids first." Someone said. "Save the Cap'n for last."

"I like that plan!" Jack muttered, but they shushed him.

"Now, which bloody brat to drown firs'?" A guy with a disgusting black beard laughed.

"The witch."

I felt acid creep up into my throat. But before I could react, all six of my friends Stood in front of me, Finn at the front.

"You'll have to kill us first, to even touch her." Jess spat.

The pirates smiled at each other, pulling out their swords.

"You don't think you could've chosen a different way to phrase that?" Maybeck grumbled. "One that doesn't include, oh, I don't know, death!?"

"It'll be just like fighting the robots at night, right guys?" Philby muttered. He swallowed. "R-right?"

And the pirates charged.

"AAAHHHH!"

I was surrounded by pirates. Finn, Jess, and Charlie had gotten their hands on swords Maybeck and Philby were teaming up on pirates, taking them down with their hands. Frantically, whilst avoiding swinging blades and flying punches, I found Willa, who had been kicked to the ground, but was determined to help fight.

"Willa! Come on, we have to get you somewhere safe!" I dragged her out of the fight. "You're hurt!"

"No! This entire time, in all the movies, it's been about 'getting Willa somewhere safe' or, or 'watch out for Willa cause she's hurt!' or 'someone take care of Willa' and I'm sick of it! It's always like that! Newsflash, Amanda, I'm always getting hurt, and none of you will let me fight! I want to help you guys! I get that you're worried about me and you're trying to protect me, but i need to protect you guys, too! I may be a tiny bit younger, and a tiny bit smaller, but that doesn't mean I'm weaker!" She screeched out.

She hadn't realized that, in her rant, I had, in fact, gotten her to a safe spot for the time being.

"Willa, we don't think you're weak, you're just-"

"Hurt? You're hurt, and you'd still be fighting right now I if wasn't arguing with you! Maybeck's beat up! Finn's always hurt, but you all just-"

"You are like a little sister to all of us! We don't want you hurt even more!"

"And you think that I would like you to get hurt?"

"Willa, it's different!"

"Oh, really? Enlighten me. What is it-"

"WILLA! MANDY!" I heard a screech. Both our heads snapped in the direction of the scream. We gasped.

Charlie, Philby, and Maybeck had been overwhelmed. They were now tied to the anchor, and a few pirates now worked together to carry it to the edge.

"NO!" Willa screeched.

I watched them helplessly as the anchor got closer to the edge. Two thugs took advantage of the distraction and were now running at me and Willa.

"Manda, you have to handle them." Willa muttered, motioning towards the pirates coming at us.

"Okay. Got it, but Willa-" I turned around to see her grab a knife from the floor, and fly over the edge of the ship in a perfect dive. A rush of fear went through me, but I calmed myself.

She's got this. I muttered, trying to convince myself. The anchor went over the edge of the ship, taking our three friends with it, and I couldn't help the scream of terror that escaped me.

"She's got this." I muttered shakily. "Oh Willa, please don't let us down."

I turned back to the pirates coming at me.

I've got this.

I started to fight, with tears in my eyes.

Charlie's POV…

This was it. The end. My hand reached out and found Philby's and Maybeck's as we hit the water. And we sunk. Deeper, deeper. We were doomed. I tried to relax myself against the cool anchor, surrounded by the hot tropical water, but I couldn't. Signals were firing back and forth in my brain, and I was losing air quicker because of panic. I was shaking. My ears were popping and my stomach knotting from the too-quick change in pressure.

Philby squeezed my hand, and so did Maybeck. I returned the gesture, and we all knew it was a silent 'I love you.'

That's a good last thought, right?

But suddenly, I saw a dark figure, struggling to keep up with us and the quickly plummeting anchor. It grabbed the top of anchor, and sawed at the ropes binding me to it. They released, and I darted for the far-away surface, not sure I'd make it.

As I surfaced, I felt pain like I'd never felt before. All over me, especially in my lungs, and my stomach, and everywhere was just a searing pain. I cried out, but at that moment, Maybeck came up as well. He, too, seemed to be writhing. He could feel the same thing as me, the fire rippling through his entire body, same as mine. Philby came up last, taking a breath, and going right back under.

"PHILBY!" Maybeck screamed in between grunts of pain.

I started to cry, from a mix of the pain, and the fear, and the entire ordeal I had just gone through. Maybeck immediately had his arms around me.

And Philby surface again; this time he was holding some limp body close to him. Suddenly, both of them gasped for air, coughing and sputtering and writhing.

Agh… uh.. Oh…my… God…" Philby choked out. "Breath out hard."

We did as told, forcing all of the air out of our lungs.

"What was that?" I muttered, Wiping a few tears away and awkwardly letting go of Maybeck.

"Th-The bends." A voice answered, and for the first time, I realized that our savior had been Willa. I quickly hugged her.

"Thank you, so much." I whispered. "I love you, you know that?"

"Thanks, Wills." Philby smiled.

"We seriously owe you." Maybeck laughed. "Big time."

"Not a problem." She whispered. "Guys, get your heart rate down and move all of your muscles."

"Why?" I muttered.

"The Bends." She said again, as if I should know.

"What's that?" Maybeck asked.

"Decompression sickness." Philby explained. "When you come up out of the water, there's too much gas in your blood to come up quickly. You have to adjust. It's for scuba divers. But we didn't have oxygen so we came up too fast. Our lungs could've burst, it could clog an artery, we could have a heart attack or a seizure."

"So please, take it easy for a little." Willa muttered.

When we still looked at them confused, Willa sighed.

"The change in pressure was almost enough to kill us, because we came up way too fast. So relax a bit."

"Ohhhh…" Maybeck and I mumbled, still not fully grasping it.

Finn's POV…

I found Jess and Amanda, running from the pirates.

"Where are the others?"

"Willa's got them." Amanda told me, with a little too much hope and not enough fact in her voice for my liking.

I quickly surveyed the ship, blocking attacks from a few pirates. There! The life boat thingy! It was on the other side of the ship. We could get there. It was our only hope. First thing was first though. I grabbed the wheel and turned the ship so sharply to one side that it tilted on what seemed like an 80 degree angle. The cannons on one side shook loose, and plummeted into the deep water. I did it again, to the other side, and the ship was left with no form of defense.

"I've got a plan!" I screamed at Amanda and Jess.

"What!?" Jess yelled.

"Follow me!" I yelled back. I charged across the ship, blocking, stabbing, and jumping. I felt awesome. Just sayin'. I made it to the boat, and Jess after me. I realize the Pirates had stopped dead in their tracks as Amanda levitated herself over them to get to the little dinghy (seriously guys, that's what a small rowboat that comes off a ship is called. But yeah, it was a pun.)

She landed next to Jess.

"Show-off." Jess muttered, cutting the boat free. Chaos erupted on-ship.

"TO THE CANNONS!"

I smirked.

"THE CANNONS FELL OVERBOARD!" I heard a yell. I full-on laughed.

"Guys!" I heard a screech. I watched as Amanda and Jess helped Willa and Charlie onto the boat.

"Hey, a little help?" I heard. To my relief, Maybeck and Philby were behind me. I helped them onto the small boat, and soon we were rowing away, leaving a ship full of chaos behind us.

"Willa." I heard Amanda say. I looked up. "Wills, we know you're not a helpless little girl. You just proved that to the world." She whispered. "But you have to understand how scared I am, when you get hurt. When any of us get hurt."

Willa nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry, Manda." Willa said sleepily. Amanda chuckled, brushing a few clumps of soaked hair out of Willa's face. "Go to sleep. You look like you need it."

Willa smiled, leaning against her and closing her eyes.

Me and Maybeck rowed the boat away from the ship, watching it shrink in the distance.

"I wonder what happened to the Captain." Philby said.

"Jack? He's smart. He'll figure something out." Maybeck mumbled, looking at the ship that was now a speck on the horizon.

Suddenly, Jess laughed.

"Finn."

"Yeah?"

"There were two lifeboats when we got on the ship." She giggled.

"And there was only this one left when we took it- that jerk! He was out of the fight before it even started!" I laughed.

I looked up at the beautiful starry night sky, thanking the universe that the sea was calm tonight.

Im so so so so so so so so sorry! I was on vacation and this week's been busy and-

Screw it, IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING. Not even gonna try to explain. Here's the chapter. Review please.

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BTW the lifeboat/dinghy/ rowboat is the thing they use when they anchor the ship out in the water and then take that onto land, you know that thing? Alright whatever. Goodnight. Sorry if it sucked.

I love Willa.

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PS i just gave you the longest chap ive ever written so please forgive me for the 3-week no updating thingy... haha... yeahhh...