Both the Pearl and the Revenger were on fire. However, while half of the Pearl's crew was aboard the Revenge, the Revenge's crew couldn't put out the fires as fast- and it spread.

While the pirates fought, their wounded and dying fell into the waters of the Caribbean. Sharks came to the surface, feasting on the dead, while the horrified screams of the yet-living were suddenly silenced as the unfortunate victims were pulled below to Davy John's locker.

While all of the was happening, the sea-god Poseidon, as if disgusted by the human blood in the waters, drew black clouds in over the sea; readying the sea and air to carry out his punishment on the impotent mortals who sailed his seas.

Will coughed as smoke blinded him. Sometimes he'd be nearly knocked to the deck by some pirate who was just as confused as he. "Elizabeth!" He still held the cutlass in his hand and suddenly, a crew member of the Revenge ran past him. Will reached out, and flattened the guy with a single hit with the hilt of the sword to the back of the neck. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to run with sharp objects?"

Jack and Elizabeth were getting ready to cook breakfast. Of course the first thing they had to do was create a fire. Jack took a piece of burning wood and threw it up onta a sail, which caught instantly. "We're having the ship Revenge for supper tonight, What ya think of that my bonny lass!"

"Sounds good Captain!" Elizabeth replied, who was also catching rigging on fire. "We'll have to take Will along."

"Of course!" Jack shouted back, smiling. "He can wait the table!"

Elizabeth took a moment to glare at Jack playfully. "I doubt all the pirates of all the sea could make Will Turner wait a table."

"Only for you love." Jack replied. However, as his keen eyes glanced through the smoke and across the black horizon, he saw something he hadn't expected. "Curse of the titans-"

Will thought he was going to go mad. Janson was here, then gone. Only the maniac's voice remained.

"I'm here, I'm there." Janson said in the smoke, right next to Will as if he was whispering in his ear. "But in reality, I'm nowhere."

Will watched as the wind changed, blowing the smoke away and finally revealing his tormentor. Again, the fierce battle raged. Although the cannon-balls crashed into the ship, and fire was consuming the sails, it was as if the duelists were the only ones aboard.

Will attacked with a high slice, but Janson parried, turning it into a thrust. Will jumped back- leaping through a burning sail. Again, Janson followed. Will looked up as the commodore leaped through the flames like the devil coming the claim his soul.

Will attacked again, his skill barely compensating for the dull cutlass he wielded.

Janson bore down on the black-smith, but knew that there was a strong possibility he might not win the battle. The black-smith's skill was amazing.

Will faked a high strike, and curved the cutlass down.

Janson's white shirt was sliced across the chest, and crimson blood dripped from the flesh-wound.

Will smiled, raising the cutlass in challenge.

Janson stared down at the blood on his shirt. He knew in that instant that he would not win, and that the blacksmith would follow him, no matter what he did. Next time it would be a deeper mark, most likely a fatal mark. Janson's evil mind suddenly devised a plan, and knew just how to lure the blacksmith into it. He attacked, but this time it was too fast.

Will didn't let him forget it. With a single slice, Will ran Janson's shoulder through, and then jumped away.

Janson cried out as his left shoulder was punctured, but switched hands with his sword. He was just as good with his left hand as his right.

"That's for striking Elizabeth." Will growled, his dark eyes taking on a fire that would only be put out by revenge.

Janson's devilish mind created the bait and set the trap. "How do you know that's all I did?"

Will's eyes widened, and lunged forward, but Janson, like the coward he was, had already turn and run down into the captain's cabin.

Janson heard Turner coming after him. The lion was running into the trap just as predicted. This trap, there would be no escaping or return.

Will ran down the steps toward the captain's cabin, and as soon as his feet landed on the fine wood floor he realized his blunder.

Janson's sword flew through the air like a masterfully thrown spear. The aim was true, and the pain made Will scream as the fine blade punctured skin, fine muscle and scrapped barely between ribs. The saber came to a halt as it stuck into the hard wood wall. The sword had gone through Will's shoulder, barely missing his heart and lung. Now he was pinned.

Will gasped, dropping the cutlass to the floor. He couldn't even twitch his fingers in his right hand. It was a familiar trick, but Will had never expected an English Officer to pull it. "Coward."

Janson laughed, watching as Turner's face paled to the color of ash. "Not so mighty now." He said calmly, as if scolding a child.

Will met his gaze. "You cheated."

Janson shrugged, casually walking to where Will was pinned against the wall. "I don't sail under the flag, but a pirate I am." He took Will's cutlass, and pressing the blade to the blacksmith's tender neck, drawing a small river of blood.

Will grimaced at the pain of the cutlass against his neck, and watched as Janson took a step back, holding the cutlass above his head.

"Prepare to die." With that, he brought the cutlass down, and Will closed his eyes waiting for the end.

_TO BE CONTINUED!!