Lettice was shoved roughly towards the crew and tied to the mast, Gibbs on her left side and Elizabeth on her other. Despite her compromising position, she held her head high, she would not let them belittle her.

'Any of you so much as thinks the word "parley", I'll 'ave your guts for garters!' Pintel said as he stalked around the prisoners, gun pointed threateningly.

'Parley,' Lettice stated, not missing the smirk of amusement Jack threw her. Pintel growled furiously and began stalking back to her, when Elizabeth, using the distraction, climbed out from under the ropes.

She began to lunge towards Barbossa's unguarded back, but stopped suddenly when a loud explosion filled their ears. The Interceptor was blown from the water, a mixture of water and wood flying through the air.

Lettice's heart stopped for a second, silence covered her ears and no one in the world was in motion. Then, everything started again, all too quick.

'Will!' she gasped in shock, Elizabeth doing the same.

Suddenly, Elizabeth was attacking Barbossa's back, her voice shrill as she kicked and clawed at him. 'You've got to stop it! Stop it!' she screamed.

Barbossa turned and easily caught her arms, his face close to hers as he spoke. 'Welcome back, miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now you return the favour!' he sneered before launching her into the arms of clawing pirates.

Lettice felt sick to the stomach, she did not like the woman but no one deserved to be treated like that. 'You'll be next, lassy,' Barbossa stated with a grin upon seeing Lettice's now-pale face.

'Barbossa!' A deep voice called out. Lettice knew who the voice belonged to before even looking to him. Will.

Barbossa turned to face him and the savage crew stilled, still clasping onto Elizabeth.

'Will,' Lettice breathed, allowing herself to close her eyes for a second and take a deep breath of relief.

'She goes free!' he stated, picking up Jack's pistol and walking towards Barbossa.

Everyone's eyes were now on Will, so Lettice took the opportunity to slip out from underneath the ropes. She moved quickly to stand next to Jack, who grinned at her.

Before she could return the smile, a dirty hand grabbed her shoulder and roughly pulled her back. She gasped in surprise and staggered back slightly, grabbing onto Jack's arm to stop her from falling. He turned to see one of Barbossa's crew, a previous crew member of his, begin to pull Lettice back and his brow furrowed instantly.

'Oi!' He said as he swatted the pirate's hand away, before wrapping his arm around Lettice's shoulders and guiding her to stand back next to him. He gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze before letting his arm drop.

'What's in your head, boy?' Barbossa spat, moving towards Will.

'She goes free,' he said roughly.

'You've only got one shot, and we can't die.'

'Don't do anything stupid,' Jack said quickly, his hands together as though he were praying.

Will glanced at Jack before turning and clambering speedily onto the rail where he had previously appeared from.

'You can't,' he stated, pointing the gun at Barbossa. Then he put the pistol against his jaw, causing Lettice to groan. 'I can.'

'Like that,' Jack murmured, wincing slightly. Lettice was shaking her head at Will, hoping he would shut up. If he wasted their one thing to bargain, they'd all end up dead. Even his precious Elizabeth.

Who are you?' Barbossa asked, slightly taken aback.

'No one!' Lettice called quickly, moving forward slightly.

Jack followed suit. 'He's no one! A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew, twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though,' he said, his face now in Barbossa's. 'Eunuch,' he added, gesturing to Will.

Lettice had to bite down the laugh that threatened to erupt. Even in times like this, Jack's wit, his humour, seemed completely unphased.

'My name is Will Turner! My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins.'

Lettice huffed in annoyance. She knew what he was doing was incredibly courageous and his heart was in the right place, but sometimes he just didn't use his bloody brain.

'Do you think we stand much of a chance?' she asked Jack, who was standing next to her again.

'Thanks to bloody William, I doubt it,' he said, the irritation obvious in his voice.

'It's the spitting image of old Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us,' Ragetti cried, fear trembling through his voice.

'On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger, and be lost to Davy Jones' locker!'

'Name y'er terms, Mr Turner,' Barbossa said.

'Elizabeth goes free!' he demanded.

'Yes, we know that one. Anything else?' Barbossa asked, his voice both mocking and irritated.

Will looked over to Jack, who pointed to himself and then to Lettice.

'Lettice goes free too. And the crew!' He said, pointing at them with his gun quickly before placing back onto his neck, 'the crew are not to be harmed.'

Lettice widened her eyes at him and pointed to Jack. If they had any chance of surviving all this it would be with Jack. Before Will could even look at her, Barbossa had moved forward to face him.

'Agreed.'

Elizabeth stood shakily along the plank, the ill-fitting dress lifted so she wouldn't trip.

'Go on, poppet! Walk the plank!' Pintel taunted, waving his sword along with the crew.

She walked to the end where she looked down at the water, worry clear on her face. Lettice watched from behind her, where she was held until it was her turn.

'Barbossa, you lying bastard. You swore they'd go free,' Will shouted, struggling against the men holding him.

'Don't dare impugn me honour, boy. I agreed they'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where,' he smirked.

Lettice growled and pushed herself forward, determined to slap the smirk off of his face but was roughly pulled back again.

The immortal pirates jeered, savouring the feeling of having the upper-hand. Then, Barbossa turned his attention back to Elizabeth.

'Though it does seem a shame t'lose something so fine, don't it lads?' he asked, and a rumble of 'aye's were heard. 'So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go.'

Elizabeth turned to face them, as she began to pull off the dress. She was almost fuming with anger. Lettice could understand she had a reason to be angry but it wasn't so bad – the expensive shift she was wearing was not dissimilar to the plain, now-very-dirty, blue dress Lettice wore, in fact, Elizabeth was probably covered in more material than she was.

'It goes with your black heart,' she spat at him venomously as she shoved the dress into his hands.

'Ooh, it's still warm,' Barbossa leered before throwing it into the group of pirates.

Elizabeth began to walk down the plank shakily as Pintel urged her forwards from the edge of the boat. Lettice could practically feel the heartbreak emitting from Will and didn't dare turn around to see his face, knowing how wounded he would look.

Elizabeth turned and sought out Will's eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, however Barbossa's crew had enough waiting.

'Too long!' the bo'sun boomed, bringing his boot down onto the plank. It jerked under Elizabeth's feet and plunged her into the cool water below.

Lettice gulped. Her turn.

She was pushed roughly onto the plank where she began to walk down quickly, not wanting the same embarrassment as Elizabeth.

'Ah, Miss Evans, it's a shame to see ye go, my crew and me hoped we could get better acquainted,' he leered at her. She looked over her shoulder, the venom clear in her usually-warm brown eyes.

'Unfortunately, Barbossa, I wouldn't willingly come within 10 feet of you,' she spat.

'Is that so, lass? Then maybe ye could be so kind as t'share yer dress wit' the crew as Miss 'Turner' did,' he grinned.

Ignoring the crews jeers, she gave a reassuring look to Will, before flicking her eyes back to Barbossa.

'Rot in hell, you bastard,' were the last words she said before she plunged herself into the cold embrace of the salty water.