Sorry for the wait. Again.

I can see how long I've spent on their time on the island. Naawwt good! Anyway, everybody –

Sorry for all the fluff! It's like my first time writng romance, and I screwed up. Sigh

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pirates Of The Caribbean or Mr. (Jin Rong) Louis Cha's novels.

Word – Meaning – Pronunciation

Huang Rong – 1st chapter

Xiao Yao Nu – Literally, "Little witch" but it is a heavy insult in said country – (See-ow) (Yow) (Nuu)

Chapter 21: Elizabeth Muses

"I think I see something!"

Jack swaggered over to the bow of the raft/boat, keeping his hand on the mast.

"Me too." He nodded, grinning at Huang Rong, who stood on one-foot-tiptoe atop the log mast, two metres or so above him.

They had, (at LAST!) gotten off the island with little provisions. Two days had passed, and both were half-crazed from starvation.

"It's a sail – white. That bad or good."

"That, m'dear, depends on who you are."

"Jack, this' no time for games. Who are they?"

"Most likely," he took a few steps forward. "Commodore Norrington."

Raising an eyebrow and smirking, she asked, "And I take it you're not too close?"

"Oh, no. We're extremely close. He always has the generosity to put me into the most comfortable cell, and the earliest appointment with the gallows."

"Ah. He was the one that arrested me too, eh?"

"Aye." Looking up at her, he asked, "Rong-er...d'you reckon he'll let us on board and have some fun?"

Grinning again, Huang Rong replied, "Sure he will. He is a very generous man, isn't he?"

"Aye, that he is."

»»-(¯·.·´¯)- xXx -(¯·.·´¯)-««

Aboard the Dauntless, Elizabeth Swann ran her fingers through her hair in the most unladylike way. Some men saw this as seemly; she hoped Will wouldn't.

There. She was thinking about Will again. Which led her to her present problem.

After a week of captivity on Barbossa's ship, the crew had deemed her 'not fit fer any gods-blest thing' and thrown her overboard. Very fortunately for her, a merchant ship found her and brought her to Commodore Norrington, who had alerted all legal ships they had passed by, including Elizabeth's, of her disappearance.

Now they were sailing back to Port Royal, though Elizabeth had consistently begged for them to pursue the Black Pearl and rescue Will.

Elizabeth sat on her cabin-bed, thoughtful. Unlike other nobles her age, this young woman was resourceful. Worried, she could not think of another plan besides escaping and pursuing the ship herself.

A loud thunk on the deck and shouting caused her to rouse from her bed and go up to the deck.

On the ship's rail, holding a few sidelines for support, stood none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.

Elizabeth gaped; she had personally seen him and the other woman literally thrown into the sea: and here he was, in dry clothes and all.

Who would have thought it? A huge shark, barely alive, flopped helplessly on the deck in front of him, and lines attached as a harness around his body were held in his hand.

More she gaped: and this was another unladylike part of her most men could not stand.

"'Ello, love." His thick speech came out at her, his trinkets jangling.

Elizabeth glared, though inside she was slightly in awe of him. This man was a pirate, with a freedom to do what he liked, and on selfish impulse. Sighing, she noticed that the strange woman clad in black wasn't with him. So. Jack had escaped himself, leaving the other behind. Not very heroic, but that was expected of pirates.

Three Marines had their weapons pointed at him over the shark, while another quickly brushed past Elizabeth to alert the Commodore of this strange event.

Walking towards the pirate, Elizabeth elaborately gave the shark a wide berth and addressed the man directly: "I see the other lady isn't with you. No doubt you left her in the sea, eh?"

"As a matter of fact, no, darling. I rescued her and brought her safely, if not wet, to that spurt of earth Barbossa marooned me and said woman on. And no, she's barely a lady, my dear Ms. Swann."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she asked, "How did you get here? Your clothes aren't wet."

He sighed. "So many questions! Let's see what this beauty 'ere can do, a'right?"

He shook the lines and the shark stiffened, and snapped at the Marines' legs, which were the easiest targets. Elizabeth, wisely out of range, frowned disapprovingly. You won't have so much to say when the Commodore and Father arrive...pirate.

Chuckling like a naughty youngster at the three soldiers who stepped back, Jack murmured, "Pirate."

Just then, the Commodore came, and gave a series of orders: for the shark to be thrown back into the sea, for Jack to be grabbed, and for the Governor and Elizabeth to be protected by a Marine each.

Jack was led away towards the Captain's cabin. Just before he reached the door, he grinned and shouted two syllables: "Rong-er!"

The men tensed, expecting some kind of trap, and for pirates to spring out of the wood at this strange signal.

Instead, a drawling voice came from above. "Jack, I thought you said you were going to make a grand entrance, not a grand fool out of yourself."

A black shadow landed on the deck of the ship, knees bent. Straightening, she walked through the gaping men towards Jack. Huang Rong had her hood back on.

Just as she was about to pull him free, Governor Swann said, "My dear, he's a pirate! Surely you know of his crimes! He's to be hanged!"

"Yes sir, but I know something most of you here haven't the slightest notion of: he's a good man."

Commodore Norrington, from behind, signaled for the men to grab Jack again. Just as they reached out, Huang Rong's right black-clad arm moved with lightning speed in a blur at them.

When the blur subsided...the three men were frozen. They just stood there, torso unmoving, arms flopping at their sides, their legs unable to support them and sank to the ground.. Only their eyes moved, flicking from one side to the other in fear.

Huang Rong had sealed their chest, arm and leg Vital Points using her recovered Inner Force.

From behind, she heard Norrington murmur, "Witch."

Letting go of Jack, she spun round to face him, their faces close. "Isn't it funny," she wondered. "People from where I come from call me that too. Except it's in a different language. Xiao. Yao. Nu. That's it."