Sorry it's taken so long for me! However, I'm paper and project free at the moment so I can spend more time writing. Yay! Well, I don't really know how I feel about this chapter. It's not my favorite and it feels like a bit of a filler and hopefully none of you think it's crap.

Thank you so much for all of the lovely reviews!!! You have no idea how happy they make me. And Normione asked about what part of New England Rebecca was from and I had been planning on incorporating that somewhere but since I don't have the slightest clue when she's from MA. Around the Boston area actually but don't worry she doesn't have a Boston accent! Well hope you enjoy and try to ignore the mistakes. I haven't completely edited it yet but I felt terrible about taking so long.

Remembrance Lane

Chapter 10

There are times when I really feel at a loss of what to do.

Watching the weird blood ceremony, safely tucked behind a rock was one of those moments. I couldn't go down to make a daring bid for Elizabeth's life and I couldn't leave because I was wedged between Will and Jack. And if I freaked out and took off Will would get more suspicious and Jack would have a reason to chase me and screw around with my mind again. And I was really not open to the latter option. Only, here's the issue. I think I might actually be open to the latter option. I think I might even enjoy having him screw with my mind. Which is very bad. And I was hell bent on avoiding those very bad things.

Only was it a very bad thing?

I was getting way, way too confusing.

I glared down at Barbossa who was saying, "Every last piece that went astray, we have returned, save for this."

He really did have a lovely flair for the dramatic. As creepy looking as he was, he was pretty hypnotic to watch.

Will moved restlessly and exclaimed, "Jack! We must save her!"

Jack waved him silent and said softly, "No. We need to wait for the opportune moment."

Feeling suddenly hostile towards Jack I snapped, "Oh really and when's that? When it's best for you Jack?"

Jack's head swiveled over to me and he said sounding angry and frustrated, "May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor? I know it's difficult for you, but please stay here and try not to do anything stupid."

He gave me one last glare before storming off silently. How he did that quietly with all the gold and rocks littering the floor, I'll never know. But I was beginning to realize that it's best not to question Jack Sparrow's antics. However, because I get extremely guilty by nature, I took off after him. Less silently, though.

"Jack," I called. "Jack wait for me, please!"

Jack decided to be a jerk and ignore me. This only infuriated me and made the guilt that had driven me after him start to vanish. I started to sprint after him and just as I rounded the corner I tripped. The last thing that I saw before the back of my head smacked the ground was the gold glittering.

My last thought was, Oh pretty.

I am the most intelligent person ever.

I felt myself being roused unkindly what seemed like hours later.

"Love, wake up."

I blinked blearily and looked up into the concerned eyes of Jack. His face appeared to be a bit fuzzy around the edges. That was odd. It was then that the pounding in my head started. I let out a pained moan and squeezed my eyes tightly shut.

"Sh, it's alright love. You just nicked your head falling over me, I assume. It's just sore." His voice was coming out in a soothing tone and I felt myself curl into him.

His arms surrounded me and he lifted me up off the ground. He settled me gently on my feet and I swayed unsteadily.

It was then that I heard someone exclaim, "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Am I not," Jack and I said confusedly at the same time.

The pain was still thumping in my skull but my vision was starting to pull itself together. Oh. A pistol was pointed at our head. Sweetness.

I turned my head up to get a better look at Jack, whose face was screwed in concentration, "Palulay, palu-li-la-la-lulu, parlili? Parsnip, parsley, pars—partner…"

"Parley," I mumbled.

Jack looked down at me and asked, "What was that love?"

The one eyed one exclaimed, "Parley?"

Jack smiled broadly and said, "Parley! That's the one! Parley!"

The short fat one muttered darkly, "Parley? Down to the depths whatever man that thought up parley!"

I smiled dizzily at them and said while falling back into Jack's chest, "That would be the French."

Jack gave me his patented 'how did you steal my thought' look and I merely gave him my patented 'I'm not telling look'. Both of the pirates moved toward us and the shorter one tried to pull me away from Jack.

I felt my eyes narrow. "Hands off."

The both took a step back and I realized that my voice must have been really, really snarling.

I shrugged and asked, "Is it really necessary that one of you drag me to where Barbossa will question us."

One eye nodded awkwardly.

"I can't walk you know," I said lifting an eyebrow. "You would have to carry me. I banged my head."

They seemed to consider this. Pintel, I believe, said quickly, "I think Sparrow's got you miss."

"Captain," Jack ground out peevishly. "Captain Sparrow."

Jack lifted me up into his arms and the two of them led us off down the deep and scary twisted cave. Jack's chest was very warm and solid and I couldn't help burying my face into it. I blame that on my obviously addled brains. Jack's grip tightened on me and I smirked. Alright so I might have been a little overconfident in my ability to affect Jack due to blood loss, or whatever. I honestly don't have a clue what was making me sort of half nuzzle his chest. Under normal circumstances I never would have done any of this. It was stupid, absurd and it was Jack. Jack the insane pirate captain who enjoyed driving nuts. This overconfidence paid off though because I could feel his breathing picking up speed.

Hm. I was turning into a slut. Can't say I was expecting this new development.

We finally managed to get to the dank and dreary part of the cave where we would meet Barbossa. I pulled my head up only to have it loll backwards. But then I saw him and I couldn't suppress the gasp of horror.

Barbossa opened his mouth and said, "How the blazes did you get off that island?"

My horror only intensified.

His teeth were hideous.

Oh dear God they were horrible!

Perhaps I should explain. I have a bit of an issue with teeth. I admit that sounds a little weird but some people judge others based on clothes, hair, hands and whatever else. The first thing I happen to notice about people is their teeth. If someone has awful, gaping all I can do is stare in horror. Not that there's anything terribly wrong with bad teeth. I used to have the gaps myself. Braces, however, fixed that and now I have lovely little teeth. They're actually my favorite part of my body. Barbossa's teeth were beyond the normal awful I was forced to look at though. There seemed to be debris of century old gunk caked over them. They were so terrible that I made the vain prayer that they weren't real.

"Is there a problem lass?" I heard a voice question.

I looked up to see Barbossa watching me with raised eyebrows. I realized embarrassed that my horror must have been a tad obvious. The many other creepy undead pirates were watching us confused.

I tried to smile and lied somewhat unconvincingly, "Nothing!"

Barbossa's skeptical expression intensified and Jack shot me an odd look. I shrugged helplessly and turned back into his chest.

Jack let out a groan and said to Barbossa, "The girl's blood didn't work did it?"

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Hold your fire men," he said giving Jack a loathing look. "You know whose blood we need."

I could almost feel Jack smirk as he responded, "Aye, I know whose blood you need."

I didn't look up from Jack's chest and felt us getting dragged away. I was vaguely aware of getting into something that rocked a lot (a boat maybe?) and the sounds of water splashing. Somewhere during the course of the gentle rocking, I fell asleep. Which is really weird because I don't generally fall asleep during prolonged car rides or plane rides. Were boat rides an exception? Or was this weird alternate universe causing my body to go haywire? Well, whatever it was, I didn't like it one bit. I was roused again by Jack who helped me up the side of what had been his ship. He settled me down on the vast deck and I managed to steady myself and look around.

The ship was magnificent in it's own way. There was an aura of power and majesty about it that wrapped itself around me and left me almost breathless. Actually, it was making me feel like Jack did. Damn. That was not good. But still the Black Pearl pulled me to it with all of its secrets and grandeur. I stepped away from Jack and slowly slid my hands along the rail. The wood was old and smooth and my hands tingled.

"Like it, love?" I heard Jack question somewhere behind me.

I turned around and I couldn't help smiling at him. "It's beautiful. I can't even explain it."

He walked over to me slowly and touched the back of my head. "We're going to need to clean that out."

I winced and whined, "I don't want to."

His eyebrows shot up in amusement and he said, "Can't always have what you want? Can you love?"

His eyes were watching me pensively and I caught the other meaning behind his words. My mouth formed into one of those ridiculous 'O' expressions and I turned around quickly. However, fate decided that it didn't want me to throw myself over the edge of the ship to get away from him.

Barbossa had appeared again.

Oh the teeth.

"If you'll excuse us lass," he said giving me a toothy grin, while I held back vomit. "Jack and I must leave you to discuss some matters of importance."

I gave him a somewhat dirty look and snapped, "I know that."

Both him and Jack looked surprised by my sudden outbreak of hostility. In fact, I was too. Maybe it was the teeth or the long pent up annoyance of knowing everything that would happen. I can't be sure. But all of my frustration dumped itself unceremoniously on Barbossa and his rotten mouth. I gave him a dirty look before storming off to the other side of the deck. I glanced back to see him standing with a curiously shocked expression while Jack merely smirked.

I heard Jack say in a soothing tone, "No worries, that one has a bit of a wild streak."

I gave him a glare too and returned to looking at the water. I'm not quite sure how long I was watching the ominous waves lap against the side of the ship before I felt someone come beside me. I turned to see the one eyed pirate opening and closing his mouth while staring at me dumbly. I think his name was Ragetti. I wasn't positive though. I gave him an encouraging smile to spit out whatever it was he had to say and he blushed.

I made him blush.

Now it wasn't anything impressive due to the fact that he was, well, undead, dirty and creepy looking. But there aren't many things that I can do to make the male gender blush.

He stuttered awkwardly, "The Captain, uh, he wi-wished me to inform you that, um, you could either go down to the brig with Sparrow or enjoy a nice meal with 'im."

I smiled again and said with a flutter of my eyelashes, "Tell the Captain I'll gladly take the meal."

He opened his mouth surprised and nodded. He ran off and then returned with the short and fat one. And they were carrying a lovely blue dress. I'm not sure I was surprised.

"So," I said with a grin. "Wear this or dine naked with you two?"

They shot each other frightened looks and I grinned. "I'll take the dress."

The short one gave me a dirty look while Ragetti looked crestfallen.

Pintel took in his expression and said sharply, "Not a chance both Sparrow and the Captain got their eye on her."

I felt my whole face flush and I exclaimed, "What!"

Pintel rolled his eyes. "I saw the way Sparrow was lookin' at ye. I've seen that look before, though it was a bit odd this time. And the Captain's never taken his eyes off ye." He turned back to Ragetti. "No chance for ye mate."

"Well," I snapped angrily. "I don't like either one of them. So, no one has a chance. Ha!"

Both looked at me like I was completely nuts and I snatched the dress and stormed off. They, however, followed me and directed me to the room where I had to change. It was amazing to slip out of Will's grimy clothes and into something clean. I hadn't changed in what felt like a century. I let out a sigh as the material swished around me and looked at myself in the long mirror by the door. Well, I looked as good as anyone could after days of no bathing or looking in a mirror. My skin had darkened considerably and my eyes looked kind of scary. Meaning they looked frighteningly blue against my now tanner and freckled skin and the deep blue dress I was wearing. Luckily there were no giant pimples but my neck was extremely sunburned. I was also skinnier too due to the lack of immediate food and constant running.

I almost didn't recognize myself. And it was extremely disturbing. I didn't look hideous but I felt kind of dirty and unbathed.

The two pirates flanked my sides when I was done gaping at my reflection in shock and led me to Barbossa's quarters. I stood at the door nervously and finally pushed the creaking wood open. He sat by a large table laden with food smiling. The hideous smile would have distracted me but the aroma of food was assaulting my senses. It wasn't like I didn't get to eat during this whole thing but I didn't consider stale bread very appetizing.

"For me?" I questioned feeling delighted.

"Yes," he replied watching me. "Sit, eat, enjoy."

Well, I'm not one to wait for a second nod of approval so I dropped down into the chair and dug in. I was tearing through my second piece of meat and third piece of bread when I decided it was time to say thank you to Mr. Ugly Teeth. I cleared my mouth of the food and gave a smile and nod. I then commenced eating again.

"No, questions of it being poisoned lass?"

I shook my head and eyed an apple. "Nope. You don't have a reason to kill me. For all you know I could be useful."

Barbossa's eyes regarded me shrewdly and he questioned, "And what is useful about the niece of a governor?"

I guess Jack had filled him in on my supposed "past".

"Well," I answered easily. "Why would two pirates have let me tag along if I didn't serve a purpose?"

Barbossa smiled at me. "Care to inform of that reason lass?"

"No," I said with happy smile and a large bit into the red apple I was holding.

He watched as I chewed it slowly and I got that distinct creepy feeling. Well, I could forgive him. Food did turn to ash in his mouth after all.

"I believe then I am disinclined to spend more time with you," he said his eyes narrowing. "So if you are finished Miss Masters my men will be showing you to your quarters."

Ha. I highly doubted he had a room nice and ready for me.

I let out a sigh. "You're sending me to the brig aren't you?"

"Jack's right. You do have an uncanny sense of what's to come," Barbossa stated.

"Part of my charm," I said with a grin.

Pintel and Ragetti then entered and took my arms. They then proceeded to lead my across the ship and down a grimy flight of stairs to what looked like a dingy prison cell. It was very… homey. If homey meant gross and slimy. Jack looked up from his cell and gave me a rather dirty look.

"Nice dress," he bit out glaring at me.

"Isn't it?" I questioned in an uninterested tone. "I think it brings out my eyes."

I was then pushed gently into the cell with Jack and the door locked with a foreboding click. I really hoped this part of the adventure didn't last long.

Jack's eyes slowly slid over me and I felt myself blush. "What are you staring at?"

He smiled and didn't respond. My god he was infuriating. I leaned back against the wall and stared at him. He copied my motion. Searching for away to distract myself from him I glanced around the sloshing floor.

"Apparently there's a leak."

Jack smirked. "One could guess love."

There was a silence.

"Why are you so annoying," I exclaimed exasperated.

Jack's eyebrows rose and he said, "What in the hell do you mean. I've done nothing but stand here since you took up space in my cell."

"It's not your cell anymore," I bit back petulantly.

Looking back on what had happened, I was definitely asking for it. I was basically saying 'come on Jack I'm being mean put me in my place'. And he did just that. He crossed the distance between us quickly and pinned me against the bars.

He practically snarled in my face, "This is my ship."

"Never said it wasn't," I snapped back.

He let out a frustrated noise and tilted his head back. Unable to stop myself, I made a big mistake. His throat looked bronzed and strong and I leaned forward and brushed my lips against it. Jack froze in place as I gently kissed it. Ok, so, I had definitely lost any morals that I may have once possessed. But in my defense he was really, really hot and that severely clouded my judgement. He pulled back and stared down at me with his very dark eyes. And then he leaned forward. His lips were just about to touch mine and my eyes closed in anticipation.

And then there was an earsplitting bang.

I screamed pushing Jack back. He stumbled and fell on his butt while I grasped onto the bars for dear life.

We both looked at the now huge hole in the ship's side and Jack exclaimed angrily, "Stop blowing holes in my ship!"

It was then that we both noticed that the door had been blown open by the cannon too. We glanced at each other and took off for it. Jack grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me up the stairs to the deck.

It was time to escape.

It was time for some freedom.

And my god I was ready for it.

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