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PS. I skipped the storm and Gibbs telling Will about Jack's escape, because… because… oh crap, WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT OF ME?!?

The small boat rocked quietly as Jack slowly rowed it down the passage. James was quite exicted, as his new harp and halo had come from The Holy Insurance company. Johnny was sulking, as both angelic items were quite shiny.

Ohh, this halo is a Virtuous-2000. I didn't know they even still made them in this make!

Why do angels get shiny stuff? My triton is all rusty, and you can see your face in that stuff? What if I have a hair emergency, huh? But oh no, Devil Suppliers incoperated don't think of that, do they?

I think you mean trident.

Is it my fault the author can't spell?

"What code did Gibbs say to keep to if the worst should happen?" Will suddenly asked.

"Pirate's code," Jack informed him shortly. "Any man who falls behind, is left behind."

Great job, jack. Scare him off before we get there.

"No heroes amonst thieves." Will said to himself.

Hey! Pirating is an honest living-

Oh, shut up. Pirating is not honest, and you know it.

"You know for having such a bleak outlook on pirates," Jack told James, "you're well on your way to becoming one."

What do you mean? James demanded.

"Sprug a man from jail-"

When?

You've got jack out heaps of times. Remember when you struck your halo in that lock? We got out then.

I don't remember. He said huffily.

"commandeered a ship of the fleet,"

I only helped.

"Sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga…"

Well, that was hardly my choice-

"And you're completely obsessed with treasure."

I like shiny things.

Me too! Hey, can I just look at your halo-

Over my dead body, bastard.

"That's not true," Will spat, getting out of the boat. "I am not obsessed with treasure."

This kid seems to think everything's about him, doesn't he?

Not like you at all.

I know!

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." Jack breathed.

Oh, good cover.

Yes Jack, quick thinking.

The four peered over the ledge, at Elizabeth standing with her hands behind her back and looking petrified. Barbossa was giving an impressive speech.

"Elizabeth," Will whispered.

Oh, how pathetic.

They watched as Barbossa got his crew riled up and angry.

"What are you doing?" Jack hissed at Johnny.

Johnny peered out from the forest of Jack's dreadlocks. I'm scared.

"Where's that music coming from?" Will muttered. Jack gave Jamesd a warning glance, and he stopped playing his hard.

I was just tuning it.

"Every piece of the treasure we have returned," Barbossa yelled. "Save for this!" And he pointed to Elizabeth.

"Jack!" Will cried, going to scramble over. The angels screamed as Jack yanked Will down, snarling, "not yet!"

Did you see that?

What?

"We have to wait for the opportune moment," he hissed, getting up and walking back down the slope.

"When's that?" Will demanded. "When it's the greatest profit to you?"

The monkey heard us.

What, scream?

Yeah!

"May I ask you something?" Jack asked. "Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?"

Well, seeing as though you're lying to him-

What?

Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm rambling. Anywho, the monkey heard us!

Of coarse it did. Animals can hear shoulder angels. Duh.

"Do us a favour. I know it's difficult for you, but please, stay here. And try not to do anything… stupid."

Probably the best bet would be not to breathe.

Jack and the angels walked off, and watched Barbossa continue to make his long-winded speech.

Son of a bitch.

Don't do anything … rash, jack. He will get his punishment on the Judgement day, like everyone else.

He's immoral, you loser. That means he won't die.

Don't give me an English lesson, you barbaric, insolent mischievous sprite.

Why's he talking in a different language, Jack?

Jack shrugged, and opened his mouth. "He's just jealous he doesn't get a fire trydent-"

But Jack didn't get to finish his sentence. For the second time in two days, he was knocked out.