- Laverne.

Jack and I were approached by Barbosa. Jack seemed to notice my lack of intimidation by the bigger pirate, and grinned. Barbosa glared at him.

"How the blazes did you get off that island?" The un-dead pirate asked.

"When you marooned me on that God-forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing mate." Jack said.

"He's Captain Jack Sparrow." I finished with him. Everyone gave me odd looks, since that was the second time I had spoken in unison with someone. "Savvy?" I added, a bit lamely.

"Well, I won't be makin that mistake...again." Barbosa said "again" right into Jack's face, and since I was standing right next to the Kohl-wearing pirate, I could smell his foul breath. Which was odd, since he didn't need to breath. "Gents, ya all remember Captain Jack Sparrow?" His crew gave a murmur of affirmation. "Kill 'im."

I backed up against Jack as the crowd of pirates suddenly bristled with pistols aimed in our direction. Barbosa didn't even care that I would be killed too. After all, I couldn't lift the curse, and he wouldn't be able to get any "pleasure" out of me until that happened, so why should he keep me around?

"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" Jack said, and Barbosa froze.

"Hold your fire!" Barbosa ordered. When his crew lowered their pistols I took a step away from Jack, who really stunk of rum and BO. Sorry to burst your bubble, fangirls. "You know whose blood we need?" Barbosa asked.

"I know whose blood you need." Jack affirmed.

About ten minutes later, I sat in barbosa's cabin and listened to Jack try and con him. I always found this scene a bit superfluous, since it does nothing except give Johnny Depp some extra screen time. After Bo'sun emerged and told us that they were approaching the Interceptor, we were dragged out onto the deck, where Jack continued to bug Barbosa. It was kind of boring in real life, but at least I wasn't on the Interceptor, with Will and Elizabeth making goo-goo eyes at each other.

Finally, Barbosa got fed up with Jack and ordered him and me locked in the brig. When I hit the inch or so of water at the bottom of the cell, I half-hoped that it would turn into a puddle-portal. Unfortunately, Fate was having none of it, and the water remained a mere inch deep.

"Apparently, there's a leak." Jack noted.

"Aye. That there be." I agreed. I noticed him staring at me, and raised my eyebrows in a "well, what is it?" expression.

"You seem familiar." He said.

"Sword-fight with Will Turner. I pulled you down from the ceiling."

"Ah! Yes!" Jack leaned against the bars. "And your name is... Laverne?" He tasted the name like some new, exotic fruit. "Strange name."

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled, putting my eye to a small hole in the wall. "Com'ere and look at this."

Jack joined me at the hole, and we watched a couple barrels float by.

- Lawrence.

I helped Cotton send a large crate into the ocean, and turned to Will. Although I had an extreme dislike for the man at the moment, I decided to put it aside till later. Despite the noticeable decrease in the ship's weight, the Black Pearl was almost upon us. Will, Gibbs, Miss Swann, and Anna-Maria were standing at the helm, discussing our options.

"Gibbs!" Will said. "We need to take a stand. We must fight!"

"Are you crazy, as well as insensitive?" I shouted. "What are we going to load the cannons with?"

"Anything! Everything! Anything we have left!" Will declared.

"You are crazy!" I yelled, but Gibbs actually seemed to be considering it.

"Load the guns!" The first mate ordered, and I glared at Will in frustration. If I died, then so did Laverne. I could only hope that this blacksmith-turned-pirate didn't send us all to the bottom.

"I hope you know what you're doing." I told him, before heading off to help collect cannon ammunition. I needed to keep my hands busy in order keep my thoughts from turning morbid.

A few minutes later, Gibbs shouted something about the Pearl taking us without ever creating a target. Handing off my box of collected silverware to a nearby sailor, I hurried up join the group at the helm.

"Lower the anchor on the right side." Miss Swann suggested. When she got blank looks from Gibbs and Anna-Maria, she corrected herself. "On the starboard side!"

"It certainly has the element of surprise." Will reasoned.

"You're as crazy as he is!" I told Miss Swann.

"He's right." Anna-Maria agreed. "You're daft lady. You both are!"

This only seemed to encourage Mr. Gibbs, whose eyes lit up. "Daft like Jack." He said. "Lower the starboard anchor!" He shouted to the crew. "Do it ya gobs, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!"

The anchor was dropped over the side, and after a minute or two the rope went taut. "Let go of the wheel!" I shouted, and Anna-Maria released it. This allowed the ship to execute an unnaturally sharp turn, so that we were now broad-side to the approaching Pearl.

We were ready for battle... more or less.

Jack and I stumbled back against the bars of the cell as the Black Pearl turned hard to port. I had seen this part of the movie enough to stay near the cell door, which I knew would be blown open soon. Lo and behold, a few minutes later a large hole exploded out of the wall and Jack delivered his famous "Stop blowing holes in my ship!" line.

"Jack?" I tapped his shoulder and pushed open the door. "You comin'?"

We crept out onto the deck, which was in complete chaos. One of the Interceptor's masts had fallen like a bridge between the two ships, and I could hear barbosa yelling at the top of his lungs. Jack wandered over to the side of the ships, completely unfazed by the carnage around him. Not wanting to be left behind, I broke from hiding to join him just as a sailor swung across to us.

"Thank's very much." Jack said as he knocked the man into the water, and held out his arm to me. "Com'on lass!"

Relieved that Jack wasn't going to make me steal my own rope, much less swing on it, I wrapped my arms around his chest and we leapt over the side. Unfortunately, we didn't quite make it across the first time, and I was treated to an earful of Jack's screaming. When we did make it to the Interceptor, Gibbs jumped up in surprise.

"Jack!"

Jack just gave him his liqueur bottle, and told him it was "bloody empty".