Chapter 29

*Isaac's POV*

The atmosphere in the cave was different than the last time we had been in it. Last time the air tingled with excitement and even hope that the curse this crew had long suffered from would soon be over. This time however there was none of that. No instead the atmosphere was dead, perhaps that was a sign that the true end of the curse was nigh.

I shuffled along with the rest of the crew. The guilt laying firmly on my shoulders, in just the few days alone I failed to protect the girl I considered my sister and now the man who might as well be my brother was probably going to be drained of his blood. The curse may end, but my conscience would never be cleared.

Will was being escorted into the cave by Pintel and Ragetti, the rope tied tight several times around his wrists, I followed close by. "No reason to fret." Pintel said as we entered the main cave, "A prick of the finger a few drops of blood."

My spirits lifted a bit, so they did not intend to spill all of Will's blood. Maybe I could cling on to the hope that he would be thrown back into the brig after this. Then Twig took roughly hold of Will's shoulder, "No mistakes this time," he said, "He's only half Turner. We spill it all!" And there went my heart, straight down into the pit of my stomach. Twigg took hold of Will and pushed past Pintel, Ragetti and myself.

Pintel and Ragetti formed a group around me, as though I had always been a member of this crew. "Guess there is a reason to fret," commented Pintel. Ragetti snorted. I did not know how much more of this I could take. I hid my feelings from the two. Pintel wrapped an arm around my shoulder, which to his credit was impressive as I was taller than the man. "And we don't have to step on you this time." He joked.

I nodded in uneasy agreement as they pushed me forward closer to the looming mountain of treasure summited by the chest. My father was already climbing the mountain, tossing a green apple in his hand before placing it in a pocket of his coat. I guess he was not joking when he said the first thing he wanted to do when the curse was lifted was to eat a whole bushel of apples.

Together the crew gathered around the mountain of gold, chanting as they had when it had been Elizabeth as the sacrifice. I didn't join in on the chanting, I just want to get this whole affair over with, return to a port, leave the ship and make way for open sea under the command of my Ma and her crew. My first plan had failed, my second plan dropped off the plank, third time is the charm.

Twigg and Koehler marched Will up towards the chest, then forced him to extend his neck over the contents of the chest. My father picked up the stone dagger from the chest, the same dagger that had slashed across my own palm. He held it up in the air, for people who wanted to lift the curse quickly they sure wanted to be theatrical about it.

"Beg your pardon, beg your pardon," I just barely heard a voice say, muffled by the sound of the crew chanting. I recognized that voice, but it couldn't be. "Excuse me." As the voice got closer the chanting began to halt. No, it couldn't be…

"Begun by blood," my father began, "By blood…"

"Excuse me, pardon me," the voice said coming along side me. The owner of the voice grabbed on to my arm and pulled me along. It was! Jack Sparrow, he was alive and he was here! Maybe I had made a wise decision in making him an ally after all.

"Jack!" exclaimed Will just as surprised as the rest of the crew assembled.

"It's not possible," muttered my father dumbfounded.

Sparrow continued to drag me along as he pushed closer, "Not probable," corrected Sparrow, "That's the right word isn't it Isaac?"

"Yes." I said too shocked to even complain or even notice that once again I was being dragged in for a negotiation.

"Where's Elizabeth?" questioned Will raising himself up from the chest, yet secured in place by Twigg and Koehler. An excellent question, I thought would have said it myself if I was not so confused.

Sparrow and I had reached the front, and we halted. "She is safe, just like I promised," explained Sparrow using an awful a lot of arm movement. "She's set to marry Norrington, like she promised."

"She agreed to marry the Commodore?" I questioned.

"Aye, she did," confirmed Sparrow before he continued, "And he gets to die for her, just like he promised. And you Isaac are here to assist me get my ship back, just as you promised."

I felt the eyes of every pirate in the room fall on me. Well, that cat was out of its bag. I guess that my second plan was still in effect then. And I also surmised that my service to the crew of the Black Pearl was here by terminated. The crew no doubt now thought I had been in line with Sparrow this whole time. I was probably now casted into the same lot in their minds as Bootstrap Turner.

"So, we're all men of our word, really. Even your Ma the lovely Heather as she wanted to assure Elizabeth and your own safety. Except that Elizabeth and your Ma are in fact women, lovely women..." Finished Sparrow.

"Shut up!" My father spat, "Your next." He pushed Will back down towards the chest, extending the dagger so that it was ready to slit the throat.

I turned away looking at Sparrow, I was not certain as to his plan but I had agreed to assist him in getting his precious Pearl back. Surely he had a plan, he had to. "You don't want to be doing that, mate." Sparrow spoke out.

This statement had grabbed my father's attention from the task at hand, he turned to Sparrow, "No, I really think I do." He turned back to the dagger and Will's neck.

"Your funeral," shrugged Sparrow. That comment had secured not only my father's attention but the attention of every man in that cave. The stone dagger was removed a safe distance away from Will's throat.

"Why don't I want to be doing it?" my father questioned, asking the question that was on everyone's tongue.

"Well, because…" He took a few steps forward, beginning an ascent up the mountain, I was in tow a few steps behind. The Bosun tried to stop us but we had just gotten out of his reach. However, this way also because Sparrow had slapped his hand away. "Because the HMS Dauntless pride of the Royal Navy, is float just offshore waiting for you."

This cause a commotion amongst the crew, there would no point in lifting the curse if the men were to be killed just moments after. I took this opportunity to speak out, if I was to be tossed in the same lot as Sparrow, I may as well throw my faith and trust behind the man. "Perhaps Sparrow."

"Captain," Sparrow asked me to add.

"Ah yes, perhaps Captain Sparrow has a plan regarding the Navy forces?" I offered to my father. With luck that paternal instinct that I had seen rear its head few times the past few days would be enough to convince him. "It may not hurt to hear the man out at least given the situation?"

A/N: Since I made you all wait a long time last time here is another chapter. Huge shout out to DesertMortician who reviewed the last chapter! Its nice to see people are reading this! Sorry about the disappoint length of the updates. I try to keep the chapters at over 1,000 words but that is for pacing sakes.

Poor Isaac, he is probably shaving a few years off his life with all the stress I put the boy through…that is not foreshadowing folks.

We are almost there folks, slowly but surely. I am trying to write the end of this fic as soon as I can so I can start the sequels. But still a bit of writers block….I have a sledge hammer though so fingers crossed I can break through. I have a few ideas I am working on just seeing which idea take wing. Isaac and Heather need to make up their minds on what they want to do.

Since I follow the movie you all should know what is going to happen soon. However, I want your opinions on what will happen with Isaac and Heather in the sequels. I have had the twist eventually coming up plan for so long it is not even funny (though I have alluded to it here and there…what do you think it is!)

If you have ideas for the sequels please let me know. What do you want to see happen (I have a list of what I want).

Please leave a review if possible, helps me improve and helps motivate me to write. Also I like to see what you all think and I do occasionally give a nice shout out or reply.

Till next time dear readers.