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I yanked upwards hard, pulling on a bunch of Will's hair. As a result, he sort of belly-flopped rather than doing some sort of artful dive. Which just adds a bit of humanity to everything.

Will didn't hit too hard, the water being so close and all, so I was only underwater for about three seconds before he came up, already swimming for the Pearl.

"MISTER JONES!" The stupid traitor guy was still screaming bloody murder. Whatever happened to the whole 'treat others like you want to be treated' business? Didn't they know the Golden Rule around here?

"MOVE!" I shrieked, giving a little extra jerk on Will's hair for emphasis.

"Not...helping," he panted, still swimming for all he was worth.

"Wiillll," I whined again. The Dutchman was gone already, which I assumed was a very, very, capital B BAD THING. "Move!"

Will stopped dead in the water. "You aren't particularly helpful!" he snapped at me.

"WILL!" I screamed, and he bobbed under and started swimming again.

The water started to bubble under us-I could see the outline of the Pearl, looming much closer than before. Oooh, Will, please hurry, I don't want to be fishbait I don't want to be fishbait I don't-

The Flying Dutchman-well, flew-out of the water right under us, and Will I went-well, flying.

Screaming like girls, of course. What else could we do?

Will crashed into that little crocodile nose thingy on the front of the ship-his arms locked around it on reflex, stopping his fall.

Poor birdy was depending on her wings to save her.

I mean, I'd done it before-whip the wings out and glide around. I'd just forgotten one thing-

One of my wings was..well, not operating. So one wing came whipping out, and the other did too-but with less results. I spiraled a bit, slowing my descent but still about to bite ocean-

When I, too, hit the crocodile thingy. Only I fell INSIDE the little mouth part-between the jagged teeth? Yeah, I don't know how I got there either.

"Mistah Turnah," a voice said from somewhere above me. "Theah you are."

Crap. I recognized that self-satisfied, creepy voice-it was Squiddly. And despite my efforts (okay, WILL'S efforts-but I'd told him to swim for it!) he'd got Will's soul.

Which basically doomed him to meet his father, for whom he would eventually start betraying everyone for and finally die.

This was a very, very crappy evening.

My brief, rather idiotic plan was to hang out on Davy Jones's ship until Jack showed up, but that was another capital B Bad Idea. Since I wasn't people, I wasn't so sure that the whole in and out of water business wouldn't kill me.

And death was not good.

Revising my plan, I did a lopsided takeoff into the air, hoping no one would notice a little bright blue birdy in the nasty weather. No one did, and I was on the Black Pearl a second later.

Jack was watching the Dutchman sail away into the fog with a strange expression.

Will was gone, which meant I no longer had anyone to mess with.

As I watched Jack, who had sold my object of gleeful torture, I decided to replace Will-for now.

I yanked on one of the charms in Jack's hair when Mr. Gibbs came in. Jack looked up, with a vaguely annoyed expression. "What the bloody hell is it?" he wanted to know.

"We've made port, sir," Mr. Gibbs announced.

"Very good," Jack replied. I clung to his shoulder as he stood up, not wanting to be dislodged. "Bloody bird," he grumbled.

"What's the matter with it, Captain?" Gibbs asked as they walked onto the little plank-y thingy onto the dock.

Jack waved a hand vaguely, already having forgotten what he was talking about.

Looking around, I thought it was pretty sad that even though I'd been here once in the daylight, I recognized Tortuga. It was actually basically the same, just less...colorful. I was glad for it, even if it meant that the creepy people were way creepier when they appeared out of the darkness.

"Perfect," Jack muttered, and started walking towards a little building draped with rum-drinking, hysterically laughing pirates. I did NOT want any of those to touch me-I shrank under Jack's hair as much as I could and tried to look invisible. Jack flapped a hand at me irritably, and once again forgot what he was doing and dropped his hand.

What, was his hand some trigger to his memory or something?? Yeesh. He wasn't as much fun as Will had been.

Some creep in a super-frizzy white wig staggered past us- and then did a sort of double take. I did too, when I recognized him under the dirt and frizz and who-knows-what-else.

"Norry?" I squeaked.

Good grief, I promised a quicker update last time, didn't I? And here it is..two weeks later. Whoops.

I know it's short, but I wasn't really 'feeling' this chapter so much. I don't know why...I think the infamous disease known as writer's block is coming up on me. -shudder-