I am sorry to say that this is the last chapter tonight because I have to get up early tomorrow, and I still haven't finished typing chapter 13, I'm only half way finished with it. I will have it out tomorrow night or the next day depending on how I feel when I get home tomorrow. lol! Besides, you're going to want that particular chapter well thought out rather than crappy I'm sure. lol! Enjoy!

Disclaimer- Sadly, I don't own any of the POTC characters, but oh how I wish I did...lol...don't we all.


Chapter 12- I will not lose her.

"Load the guns! We're in for a long fight!" Jack finally yelled, getting the men moving. I caught his eye and he gave me a worried look. I was shocked. Captain Jack Sparrow should never be worried. It doesn't become him.

"Fire!" Jack yelled sometime later and the men began firing at the ship that was attacking us, but it didn't seem to help much. They just laughed at us and kept firing. Then, everything stopped. Our crew paused, confused.Davy Jones's crew appeared on deck and began attacking.

Jack looked through his spyglass at The Flying Dutchman, confused. Then, out of nowhere Davy appeared behind him, surprising us all. "Must ye always sneak up on me?" Jack asked, rather annoyed. "Why can't ye just walk across the gangplank like a normal Captain?"

"Now where's the fun in that, Sparrow? Besides, I like it this way. It's the element of surprise that entertains me."

"Ah…" Jack replied, frowning.

"Now…are ye going to tell me where me heart is, or is me crew going to destroy what's left of yours?" He asked, enunciating the words and making rather disgusting popping noises in between.

"I don't know where yer damned heart is, Captain Jones. I do have me suspicions however."

"Oh really…" He narrowed his eyes. "And those be?"

"Commodore Norrington and Lord Cutler Beckett…those two are suspiciously attacking pirate vessels more so than usual. Let me find them, and get yer heart back. If ye kill me and me crew, how are ye ever going to find out where it is? Ye can't bloody well waltz into Port Royal looking like that without drawing attention to yerselves now can ye?"

Jones pondered this. "That's a valid point…Very well. Ye are to set out fer this Commodore and Beckett. Men! Cease fighting and head back to the ship!" He said, shouting the last part. Then, he grabbed my arm. "Now, Sparrow, if ye don't bring me heart back, yer pretty lass here gets it."

"What makes ye think I care?" Jack asked. I was outraged at first, but then realized he was only trying to keep me safe.

"Oh then ye won't mind if I slit her throat right here, then." Jones said, putting his dagger to my throat. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, to no avail.

"No no no! All right! I'll bring yer heart back. Just don't hurt her." Jack said, not acting like himself, fear showing in his eyes.

"That's what I thought." He replied, an evil smirk coming on his face. I tried to get free, but the next thing I knew, I was on The Flying Dutchman.

"You bloody wretch! There's no need for me to be on this ship! I have nothing to do with your heart!" I yelled at Davy.

"Oh, but ye do! Ye own Jack Sparrow's heart. Ye'll be of great use to me in the future." He replied, and then turned to a man that looked vaguely familiar besides the fact that he was covered in barnacles. "Take her to the brig. Don't let 'er out of yer sight."

"Aye aye, captain." The man said in an almost derisive tone. Then, after Davy Jones walked off and the ship was moving away from The Golden Wraith, the man turned to me. "Come on." He said in a kind voice, taking my arm and leading me down to the brig. I found myself shivering and trying not to look at the dismal place, teeming with barnacles and rats. "It's all right, don't be afraid. Say, what's yer name? Ye must be something special to have captured Jack's fancy."

"Elizabeth Swann. Have I met you before?" I asked, suddenly curious.

He chuckled. "I doubt it, Miss Swann, but if I'm not mistaken ye've more than met my son, Will."

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. "Y-you're Bootstrap Bill aren't you?"

"The one and only." He replied with a sad half smile. "I thought ye were engaged to Will, yet Davy said that ye've captured Jack's heart? Care to explain?"

I sighed sadly. "Yes. Will and I were engaged and I thought I loved him, but I didn't. Jack is the only man I'll ever love. I hated to break Will's heart, but when I...we almost lost Jack I realized that I can't live without him, besides, Will seems to have taken a fancy with Captain Meredith Black."

"Black, eh? That name sounds familiar…was her father Joshua Black?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Ah…" He replied as we walked up to the brig and he put me in, shutting the door and sitting on a stool against the wall near the door. "Well…as long as we're just sitting here, why don't ye catch me up on what's gone on so far?"

"All right." I replied, thankful to change the subject. "As you know the Kraken came back to attack The Black Pearl


Back on The Golden Wraith-

Jackpaced the deck. Barbossa had taken over the helm because for once, he couldn't concentrate on the horizon. His eyes were darkened with determination and anger. Elizabeth is the only woman he will ever love and he'll be damned if someone is going to take her away from him and not regret it. Yes, he would get that heart, and get Elizabeth back and then, he was going to destroy the foul thing.

"What are we going to do?" Will asked from where he was standing with Black and her first mate.

"First, we're goin' to find Norrie and Beckett and that blasted heart. Then, we're going to rescue Elizabeth as well as destroy that foulthing and be rid of Davy Jones forever." Jack replied in a dark angry tone, uncharacteristic of him.

Hearing his tone, Anamaria looked at Gibbs. Neither of them had heard that tone before and it scared the hell out of the both of them. Jack meant business; after all, no one messes with Captain Jack Sparrow's girl, not even Davy Jones.

Jocelyn flinched and stared at her feet.

"Wow…ye really do love her, don't ye?" Meredith asked, incredulously.

"Ye have no idea…I can't…I will not lose her. I've already lost one love, the Pearl, and I'm not about to lose me other love." Jack said in a passionate voice that almost sounded close to tears, but not quite.

"Aye. Davy Jones will rue the day he dared think of capturing Elizabeth." Will agreed, causing Jack to look at him with surprise and gratefulness that he doesn't hate them both. Actually, Will wanted them both to be happy and even though it hurt he decided he could live with just being friends with Elizabeth. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have given in so easily, but Jack loves her so much and it's so obvious that this kidnapping was killing him. He had never showed this emotion before, but it seems he's become attached to the lovely woman by the name of Elizabeth Swann.

Jack glared at the water before him. This time, Davy Jones had gone too far. The lass has nothing to do with getting that heart. The only part she plays is being the one Jack loves. He stormed into his cabin, slamming the door behind him and throwing his hat across the room in a blind rage. "I could really use that monkey for shooting practice right now." He muttered, angrily, removing his coat and sitting at his desk, pulling out a much needed bottle of rum. He took a swig and then put it away. As much as he loved the stuff, he needed to be sober for Elizabeth's sake.

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Barbossa stared at the horizon. Jack is too distraught to direct the ship himself and it looks like they are headed to Port Royal. He had never seen Jack like this in all the years that he'd known him. He was without a doubt in love with the fair Miss Elizabeth. It was fascinating really. Barbossa had never been in love. The closest he ever came to love was a woman named Rosalyn who struck his fancy many years ago when he was but a young lad in his twenties. She hadthrown his love away and walked out of his life. He had never much wanted women after that except for pleasurable company. Therefore, he couldn't even begin to imagine Jack's love for Elizabeth or hers for him. It completely baffled old Hector to no end, yet he admired Jack for being able to stay a pirate and stay in love.

The things Barbossa did to Captain Jack Sparrow were inexcusable and highly uncalled for. He regretted everything, but mostly the mutiny, yet he would never admit it because of his pride. Besides, he was a pirate after all, he only cared about his own skin, while Jack genuinely cared about others whether he admitted it or not, even though he was a pirate. Barbossa's pirate frame of mind couldn't possibly fathom this. Jack was a great pirate, could talk his way out of any situation, and yet he cared about others. Barbossa realized that to stay alive you have to care some so he decided he could start with helping Jack. He knew Sparrow would never forgive him what the mutiny and all, but shockingly, he was willing to give his mutinous first matea second chance and for that, he was eternally grateful.

Barbossa vowed to himself, that no matter the cost, he would get Jack'slass back if he had anything to do with it.

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Will watched Jack return to his cabin, slamming the door behind him. He was a bit surprised that Jack cared so much for Elizabeth. He is a pirate, after all. And a good man, he reminded himself. We will get Elizabeth back, he thought to himself. Then, he looked at Meredith. She was gazing out at the horizon, her jaw clenched, looking absolutely beautiful. His stomach did a few somersaults when she looked at him with a sad smile, but then she turned to her first mate, obviously remembering something. They conversed in fluent French so that the crew could not understand what they were saying, including Will. None of them had ever had the desire to learn French. Jack and Barbossa probably would have known what they said, but Barbossa was at the helm, and Jack was currently in his cabin trying to keep from destroying things and searching for rum, no doubt. The two women jarred him from his reverie. They were yelling at each other in French and then Jocelyn drew her dagger, pressing it to Meredith's throat, hissing something. Meredith rolled her eyes and replied with an annoyed and disappointed tone. Jocelyn's eyes filled with tears and she put the dagger away, sinking to her knees on the deck. Will was utterly confused by the whole scene as Meredith knelt down and took the poor girl in her arms, cradling her as she cried. He wondered what they were fighting about, but decided to stay out of it. The last thing he needed to hear about at the moment was more woman problems. He walked off to talk to Gibbs about how baffling Jack's feelings towards Elizabeth are.

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When Meredith had smiled at Will, she remembered something very important. "Why didn't you talk to him? You could have stopped this from happening." Meredith questioned Jocelyn in French so that Will couldn't understand.

"Don't ye think I've thought of that?" She bit back.

"Ye shouldn't talk to yer captain that way, Dunn." She replied, starting to get angry. "I could have you thrown in the brig for snappish behavior that could lead to mutiny."

"You know damn well I would never go against you, Meredith. You're my best friend!"

"Am I now?"

"You are and you know it."

"Still…I don't understand why you didn't talk to the man. Things could have been so much better and we might be headed to Port Royal without a missing crewmember."

"You know I couldn't. He doesn't care about me anymore!"

"Codswallop. I'm beginning to think that you don't care about him anymore!"

"Don't ever say that again!"

"Why not? You haven't proved that you do! You left him remember?"

Jocelyn drew her dagger and placed it at Meredith's throat. "You had best keep your mouth shut about things you don't understand, or you'll regret it." She hissed.

"And I thought you were my friend. You don't care about anyone do you?" Meredith replied in an annoyed and disappointed tone.

Jocelyn's eyes filled with tears and she put her dagger away, sinking to the floorboards of the deck and crying for the first time since she had left her love.

Meredith felt bad. Jocelyn was never one to cope with emotional circumstances and usually resorted to violence rather than tears. She was somewhat shocked that this fight hadn't ended in a duel, but tears instead. Sinking down next to her friend, she cradled her in her arms. "I'm sorry." Jocelyn muttered in English after Will walked off. "It's all right." Meredith replied, understanding.

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"And here we are. Quite a fix isn't it?" I asked, after regaling the story to Bootstrap.

"Aye, Miss Elizabeth. A right fix. I plan on helpin' ya as much as possible. It's not like Davy Jones can punish me more than he already has."

"What are we going to do?"

"Well…first, we're going to wait for yer true love to come and rescue ye with the heart in tow. Then, we decide what to do next. Do ye reckon Jack has a plan?"

"He's Captain Jack Sparrow. He always has a plan." I replied with an affectionate smile.


I rather liked this chapter, but chapter 13 is going to be more action-packed. Hmm...who is Jocelyn's love I wonder? hehe...o i know i know! lol! sorry...anyway... I like the last line, but ye and I both know that Elizabeth is not going to just be locked in the brig. I mean look at Will! The last time he was on the ship he was whipped. cringes That was one of the only parts I didn't like in the second movie...and I know, this preview is a bit cruel...but I couldn't resist. My apologies.

Preview of Chapter 13: The Thump-Thump

"Elizabeth!" He whispered, horrified. What have I done?"