I know, you're wondering what happened to the Artemis Sherwood that never updated her stories? Well, she's not here right now. The new Artemis Sherwood has now taken her place, savvy?

I'm not really sure about this chapter, so review it and tell me how badly I screwed up on it. I actually hate this chapter… DX

I tried really hard not to make Jack OOC, or Tia for that matter, but he's hard for me to write sometimes. I hope I haven't turned Artemis into a Mary-Sue, because then I'd want to kill myself. If you guys hate this chapter, then I'll take it out and put in another. BUT YOU MUST REVIEW AND TELL ME SO!

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Disclaimer: I would have married the bloody pirate.

(Jack's POV)

I woke up to the sound of the waves hitting the shore and smiled. Nothing like spending the night on the beach, I thought to myself. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and the raging fire from last night had died down a bit. Looking down, I noticed Artemis sleeping next to me. My right arm was still around her waist and she was facing me. I laughed softly when I noticed that she was holding her bottle of rum tightly to her chest.

"Mph, wake up darlin'," I whispered in her ear.

Artemis grumbled in her sleep and shook her head, then snuggled up to my chest. I smirked, keeping a loose grip on her waist. I reached over with my free hand and moved some stray pieces of dark brown hair away from her face. She was very different from her sister; her skin and hair was darker and her face not quite as fair, her figure was not slender, but instead slightly fleshy. I understood then the flash of jealousy I had seen in her eyes when looking at her sister once. The girl probably envied her sister's figure and fair features, as was sometimes common between relatives.

"You tink dat is what she feels, Jack?" an accented voice whispered in my ear.

I flinched and omitted a tiny squeak. "Tia Dalma?"

"Hello, Jack. It's been a long time."

Tia's face appeared before mine and I scrambled backwards, accidentally kicking Artemis in the process. The girl grunted in annoyance, but turned onto her other side and resumed sleeping. I sighed and glanced uncertainly up at Tia.

"Aye, a long time. I see you're… out and about."

"You overheard us talking, Jack Sparrow. 'Tis very rude to eavesdrop on a goddess."

"Heh, sorry, Tia. I was just going for some more rum, is all."

Tia stepped forward and glared at me. "You were not supposed to hear what was spoken! What de girl told me was true, but she was drunk. She did not know what she was doing. You took advantage of dat!" she exclaimed as she pointed a slender finger at my face.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did! I can hear her t'oughts, Jack. She was drunk enough to believe you were starting to like her."

Glancing nonchalantly at the sleeping figure of Artemis Swann, I replied, "I'm no goddess, Tia. How was I supposed to know?" I thought for a moment, then finally asked, "Does she really love me?"

"She's loved you for a long time, Jack. But she is not a toy to be played with! Her heart is fragile and she finds it hard to trust anyone, especially a man. I have brought her here for a purpose, Jack Sparrow. She is here to save this worl' you cherish so."

I shook my head, confused. "What do you mean you brought her here?"

Tia's voice became very still and firm. "She is not of dis worl', Jack. She is from de future."

(Elizabeth's POV)

When I woke up the next day, I found more dry branches and such that fuel my signal fire. Jack and Artemis eventually woke up, but it must have been around noon when they did so. Jack took one look at the fire and me throwing in a bottle of rum I had found lying unnoticed in the sand before jumping to his feet and running wildly around me.

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

"Yes, the rum is gone."

"Why is the rum gone?"

I whirled around and spat in Jack's face, "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won't see it?"

Jack stared blankly at me for a minute before adding in a shocked voice, "But why is the rum gone?" (A/N – Who else absolutely LOVES that part of the movie? XD)

"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon," I said with a tiny smile as I plopped down to stare earnestly at the horizon.

Jack began grumbling to himself and marched off, waving his arms wildly.

(Artemis's POV)

I woke up when the sun was high in the bright blue cloudless sky. Jack was staring open-mouthed at Elizabeth as she threw rum into her signal fire. The pirate flew over to her and began shouting in horror.

"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

"Yes, the rum is gone."

"Why is the rum gone?"

I smiled to myself. What Pirates fan didn't love this part of the movie? Lizzie whirled around and shouted in his face, "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance they won't see it?"

Jack stared at her, saying, "But why is the rum gone?"

I noticed then that my sister had said "me" and not something to the effect of "Artemis and I" or "my sister and I" or "us". Bloody hell, she's only thinking about herself! I'm her bloody sister, why did she suddenly forget about me?

About fifteen minutes later, after Jack had stormed off in frustration, the Dauntless appeared a bit off the coast. Oh great, I thought. James bloody Norrington.

I will now end zee chapter… My new policy-thingy: after five reviews, I post the next chapter. No five reviews? No chapter. Savvy?

-Arty