Hello again! Today is June 9th: Johnny Depp's birthday! How do I know that? I stalk him...o_O ANYWAY! Let's get on to some reviews!

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Flying Dutchman

As soon as their cups landed on the wood, another hand slammed down. Jones looked at Bootstrap, who had joined the game.

"What's this?" Jones demanded.

"I'm in. Matching his wager." Bootstrap stated.

"No! Don't do this," Will said, looking at his father.

"I agree with Orlando!" Erin piped up. She came over and sat down on the floor between Will and Bootstrap.

"The die is cast." Bootstrap stated. "I bid three twos. It's your bid, Captain."

"Four fours," Jones said menacingly. Will looked down at his cup and thought for a minute.

"Four fives," Will said.

"Six threes."

"Seven fives," Jones threatened. The fish dudes started laughing. Erin furrowed her brow in confusion.

"I don't get it! Orlando, what's going on?" Erin complained.

"Sh!" Will shot her a glance. He tilted his cup back and examined his dice. "Eight fives."

"Welcome to the crew, lad." Jones laughed.

"Twelve fives." Bootstrap said, silencing everyone's cackles.

"Twelve fives. Call me a liar or up the bid."

"And be called a liar myself for my trouble?" Jones retorted. He grabbed Bootstrap's cup and tossed it aside, revealing the dice.

"Bootstrap Bill you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship!" Jones yelled. He stood up and turned to Will,

"Master Turner, feel free to go ashore...the very next time we make port!" Jones laughed and the fish dudes followed him as he staggered away.

"Fool, why did you do that?" Will leaned towards Bootstrap.

"I couldn't let you lose."

"It was never about winning or losing," Will shook his head.

"I have no idea what just happened, so don't ask me!" Erin said. She paused for a moment, noticing a little strand of hair that fell out of Will's braid.

"Oh no! A stray hair!" She leapt up and went to tend Will's hairdo.

"The key," Bootstrap said after a minute of thinking. "You just wanted to know where it was."

"Ohhh! That's really smart, Orlando! There! All done!" Erin tapped him on the head.

Later that night

Bootstrap popped his head out, making sure the coast was clear. He climbed up on deck and hurried to the helm. Erin and Will popped their heads out as well.

"Orlando," Erin clutched his sleeve. "We're gonna get outta here, right?"

"Of course. My father will go distract the helmsman while we sneak in and steal the key." Will whispered. He looked at Erin's face, taking in the pretty chocolate eyes, smooth dark skin and sweet smile.

"And then you and I will be free and...together?" Will asked leaning in. Erin closed her eyes as he placed his lips on hers. They lingered there for a minute before they both pulled away.

"Naah!" They shook their heads and hurried towards Jones's cabin. Will pushed open the door cautiously and they quietly made their way to the sleeping Jones. Will came up close to Jones, and looked at him for a second before grabbing a quill pen and a stick-thing. He began moving the tentacles. Seeing the key, he placed the stick in his mouth and used his free hand to try and grab it.

"Gross," Erin muttered when he put the stick in his mouth. Will accidentally dropped one of Jones's tentacles and it smacked the organ, playing a note. Erin face palmed. Jones spazzed for a second before his little necklace began playing the lullaby. Jones relaxed and Will grabbed the piece of cloth. He put it by the tentacle holding the key, and it wrapped itself around the cloth, releasing the key into Will's hand. Will smiled and took Erin's hand, leading her out of the cabin. When they got outside, Bootstrap was already lowering the longboat.

"Starfish!" Erin smiled. Bootstrap gave Will his sword belt.

"Here, take this too." He held out a barnacled boning knife.

"Now get yourselves to land, and stay there." He said, looking between Will and Erin.

"It was always in my blood to die at sea. It was not a fate I ever wanted for you." Bootstrap said solemnly. Will unsheathed the knife and inspected it.

"It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either."

"Aye. I could say I did what I had to do, when I left you to go pirating. But it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You owe me nothing, Will. Now go, both of you."

"They'll know you helped us!"

"HA! What more could they do to me?"

"No...Starfish!" Erin said and hugged him. She recoiled quickly when she found that he was as slimy as he looks.

"I take this with a promise," Will said, holding up the knife. "I'll find a way to sever Jones's hold on you and not rest until this blade pierces his heart."

"Ooo, melodramatic Orlando," Erin smiled.

"I will not abandon you," Will looked into Bootstrap's eyes. "I promise." He took Erin's hand and helped her into the longboat.

The Black Pearl

Norry scrubbed the deck with his wig, looking depressed as he overheard Gibbs, Flat Face and Jack.

"Beckett?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, they're signed. Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company." Flat Face said.

"We know who Beckett is, Flat Face." Maisie said, stepping down from the stairs and looping her arm through Jack's.

"Bleuaah," Jack stuck out his tongue.

"Will was working for Beckett and never said a word," Gibbs added. "Beckett wants the compass. Only one reason for that."

"Of course. He wants the chest." Jack said.

"Yes, he did say something about a chest." Flat Face added.

"If the Company controls the chest, they controls the sea." Gibbs said.

"A truly discomforting notion, lu-Elizabeth." Jack corrected himself before Maisie could elbow him.

"And bad! Bad for every mother's son what calls himself pirate! I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails. Brace the foreyard!" Gibbs hurried off.

"Might I enquire as to how you came by these?" Jack asked, advancing on Flat Face yet dragging Maisie with him.

"Persuasion."

"Friendly?"

"Decidedly not."

"Will strikes a deal for these and upholds it with honor, yet you were the one standing here with the prize." Jack held up the letters and read them aloud,

"'Full pardon. Commission as a privateer on behalf of England and the East India Trading Company'. As if I could be bought for such a low price." Jack tucked the letters into his jacket and began walking off with Maisie attached to his side.

"Jack, the letters. Give them back!"

"No!" Maisie stole his line and glared at Flat Face.

"Persuade me," Jack said. Maisie elbowed him.

"You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword?"

"Who cares! You still fight like a girl," Maisie said, the jealousy bubbling up within her.

"As I said, persuade me." Jack turned around.

"Go away, Flat Face!" Maisie glared. Flat Face nodded and walked away.

"C'mon, luv!" Jack said, taking Maisie's hand and began leading her up to the helm.

"Jack, wait!" Maisie stopped and tugged him back. Jack turned around and smiled,

"Yes, dearie?"

"Teach me how to fight!" Maisie beamed.

"Luv, I-" Jack started before Maisie stepped back, drawing a sword and pointing it at his nose.

"I have a sword and everything!" Maisie smiled. Jack grinned and pushed the blade away from his face.

"Alright. I see no harm in teaching you how to defend yourself." Jack stepped back and eyed Maisie. He began to circle her.

"First things first, luv. Position. How on earth are you going to block an attack if you're so unbalanced?" Jack said, gently pushing her, making her stagger sideways. He came behind her, one hand on her waist, the other directing her legs.

"Shoulder length apart...good, now this one a bit forward," Jack set her into position. He let go and examined her leg position, proud of his work.

"Very good. Now, the hand sits like this...and you want this side facing you," Jack moved her hands into place. He moved her arm in a swing-like motion over and over again, so her muscles remembered it.

"Good! Now...strike!" Jack held up his sword as Maisie repeated the swing. CLANG!

"More force, darling. Use your entire body," Jack instructed. Maisie swung again, causing sparks this time.

"You're a natural, luv!" Jack smiled. Maisie beamed, proud of his compliment. He gave her a peck on the cheek and continued the lesson.

Aww! Sword fighting! Swinging long, sharp and lethal weapons at each other is so romantic! What did you guys think? Erin and Will...? Let me know! Thanks for reading! PM me if you have any questions/suggestions!

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