Oh my goodness! I really need to stop procrastinating the writing of this story! And I am so mad at myself because I love what I have in store for Elizabeth, Artemis, and dear ol' Jackie. It's… interesting to say the least. ;D

Jack: *is drinking rum and dancing like the drunkard he is*

Artemis: *is rolling her eyes and daydreaming about Jack*

Barbie: *is puking*

(Artemis's POV)

The instant my body slapped harshly on the warm Caribbean water, I knew I was officially an idiot. My hands were bound behind my back, rendering them useless, and I had currently lost the direction of up. I screamed into the water, which only caused some pretty bubbles to slowly drip from my lips and some horrible tasting seawater to slide down my throat. I began coughing uncontrollably, which is not the thing to do underwater, mind you. My vision went fuzzy and pretty much retarded (A/N – No offense to anyone who is or knows anyone who is "retarded". The word just kinda works here.) while my muscles began to weaken. Then everything went completely black.

(Elizabeth's POV)

"Artemis! Artemis, no!" I screamed as my sister slid off the wooden plank and into the blue waters of the Caribbean.

I jumped out of the arms of the revolting pirates that had been fiercely holding onto my hair, gown, and skin and lunged for Captain Barbossa once again. Will shouted my name in surprise and the captain whirled around and swiftly grabbed me by the throat. His horribly dirty and too long fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of my neck as he sneered at me.

"And just where do ya think ya be goin', Miss Turner?"

"I-I… Captain…. Well-"

"No answer?" he asked with a yellow-toothed smile. "Hm, too bad. Guess I'll have to throw ye off me ship."

I felt my eyes grow wide with shock. "No!" I screeched. "No, please!"

He only smiled once more at me, then roughly shoved me towards the shorter, fat pirate that had kidnapped me. His nearly bald head shone in the bright sunlight as he grinned up at me. "Go on, poppet. Walk the plank."

"Barbossa, you lying bastard, you swore she'd go free!" I heard William shout angrily. I looked hopelessly at him as I was dragged towards the plank.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy," Captain Barbossa snarled with a faint smile. "I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?"

"Aye!" the pirates all cheered as they stared hungrily at me.

Barbossa smirked at me. "So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go."

I quickly took the dress off, nearly ripping it in two, and threw it at the captain of the Black Pearl. "Here. It goes with your black heart," I snarled venomously.

His smirk turned to a full smile as he pressed the dress against his face. "Ohh… It's still warm." The entire crew laughed heartily at that.

"Off you go! Come on!" I heard a pirate shout from within the crew. The rest of them murmured in agreement. I walked quickly to the edge of the plank, my hair whipping wildly about my face. "Too long!" a pirate announced. Not a second later, the plank jumped beneath my feet and I fell into the water after my sister.

(Tia's POV)

Soon after young Artemis had fallen into de water, her "sister" followed with failing limbs. I smiled from my seat amongst de fish and the whirling water of the beautiful Caribbean: my home. I could feel Artemis's strength failing her as she slowly floated to de bottom of de ocean. Realizing that she could not breathe underwater, I swam straight for her. Elizabeth Swann never noticed me swimming underneath her, for which I was grateful. Gathering the limp and barely breat'ing body of Artemis Sherwood in my arms, I swam for the opposite side of de island.

Within seconds, Artemis was starting to have signs of life on her pale face and I was standing above her on de sandy beach of Rumrunner's Isle. (A/N – It is Rumrunner's Isle, ain't it?) De moment Artemis started to look alive, I scooped her into my arms and began running through de sand. Knowing that Elizabeth Swann would have already reached de shores of dis island, I hoped to place young lady Sherwood within her sister's sights.

In less den a minute, I was mere yards away from de Swann girl and Captain Jack Sparrow; witty Jack was searching for his stash of rum while Elizabeth was practically screaming in de pirate's face about her "bloody drowning sister". Chuckling, I set de confused and disoriented girl in my arms on the golden-white sand of the beach. Kneeling, I whispered in her ear, "Meet me in de middle of de island later."

Grasping my tattered skirts in my hands, I ran wildly for the cover of palm trees. And so I sat and waited.

(Artemis's POV)

"You spent three days lying on a beach and drinking rum?" I heard a familiar, feminine voice exclaim with disgust.

Am I alive? I must be alive. Unless Heaven consists of annoying as Hell girls who are pretty as Hell and the hottest pirate captain in existence-

Your thoughts amuse me, chil'.

I squeaked in alarm at the voice in my head. Oh yeah, right. There's a bloody sea bitch in my head. Must've forgotten about that when I nearly drowned! Stop sticking your fat ass where it doesn't belong, Tia Dalma! I immediately clapped my hand over my mouth. OHMYGODTIAI'MSOSORRYIDIDN'TMEANTHATIWASN''TKILLME!

I heard Tia sigh loudly and with extreme annoyance. I will forgive you jus' tis once, Artemis Sherwood. De next time I will not be as forgiving.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I promise! I won't ever say anything like that ever again, I promise you! Oh God, Tia, I'm so, so sorry-

"ARTEMIS!" I heard a girl scream. Hm, must be my bloody sister… Again.

Two thin arms wrapped around my chest as I sat up. Almost immediately, my air supply was cut off. "Elizabeth- ackh! Lizzie! Let- go- of- me-"

"Oh! I thought you had died or drowned and I was so worried for you sister! Was that how you felt when I nearly drowned and Jack came to save me and-"

"ELIZABETH!" Jack and I shouted. She came to her senses, upon seeing me choking, quickly released me, and watched me fall to the ground in an extreme coughing fit. I coughed up air at first, then seawater came spurting out of my mouth. Jack and Elizabeth shared a disgusted glance, but at least Elizabeth was feeling human enough to help me to my feet and support me.

I noticed then that she had an odd shaped bottle of rum in her left hand, as did dear ol' Jackie. "Oh, Jack," I said, "haven't you already had too much to drink?"

He smiled at me and said, "You can never have too much rum, luv." He added a wink. "Never."