(A/N Sorry it took so long. I've been very busy with work and in my personal life. I'd like to thank all of those who have reviewed or emailed me with compliments and apologize to all of you for taking so damn long lol. I would go one by one again, but that would take too much time that I don't have. Well, here we are, thanks for your patience!)

"Do you think she's alright?" Elizabeth asked, concerned. "Maybe I should go

check up on her."

Will shrugged, "She did seem pretty upset. I'll wait here, you go ahead."

Elizabeth nodded and rose off their bed. She left their chambers and

continued on into Jack and Alyssa's. Will laid his head back on a pillow and closed

his eyes. They opened in a flash, however, when Elizabeth came running frantically

into the room. "What? What is it?" he said as he sat up abruptly.

"Alyssa! Sh-she's gone!" Elizabeth said worriedly.

As if needing confirmation, Will quickly walked to the chambers from which

his wife had just come running. He checked everywhere he could think to check, but

still no sign of Alyssa. He went back to their chambers where Elizabeth was crying

on the bed. He wanted to comfort her, but now was not the time. "Stay here. I'm

going to go try and find her. And Jack. No doubt she went off the boat to look for

him. I'll be back with them both as soon as I can."

Elizabeth stood up, furious, "Will! I am NOT staying alone on a boat in

Tortuga! Forget it!"

Will rolled his eyes, but knew she was right, "Alright, you're coming with me.

We have to move fast, God knows what trouble Jack is in. And Alyssa is walking the

streets alone. It's all too dangerous."

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Alyssa had been trying for hours to either get Jack free of the chains or get

the chains free of the wall, but to no use. Jack was, again, unconcious. A state which

he was continually in and out of during these hours. Since Alyssa had been tossed

into the damp, dark hole they were in, the door hadn't been opened. Until now. The

door flew open and, as if on cue, Jack regained a light state of conciousness. They

both looked up the stairs to see Barbossa with an evil grin on his face, "I've

somethin' ta show ye."

One of his crew mates, a very large man, made his way down the stairs

towards Jack and Alyssa. Alyssa tried to cling to Jack, but the man threw her out of

the way without effort. He had a set of keys in his hand and he undid the chains that

were binding Jack, letting him fall to the floor. He tried to get up, but was too weak.

The man picked Jack up by the arm and threw him over his shoulder. "Come, now,"

he ordered Alyssa. She stayed in a frightened heap on the floor, glaring at the man.

"NOW!" Quickly, not wanting to anger him further, she scurried to his side. He

grabbed her wrist and dragged her up the stairs behind him.

What had been a noisy, extremely busy pirate ship was now almost silent.

The pirates were all standing in one area. Around something, looking at it. Talking in

hushed voices of amazement. Jack's voice rung out above thiers as he spoke to

Barbossa, "How 're ye still alive, mate? And, how is it, that yer crew wasn't all

hanged?"

"Jack, me boy, I lived fer ten years bein' dead the whole time. It'll take much

more than a single gun shot to kill me. And, ye shot me in the 'eart, boy. Somethin'

ye knew was never there ta begin with," he and his crew chuckled at that. "As fer me

crew, they aren't as stupid and helpless as they seem 'r act. Many of 'em escaped

and, as a crew, comandeered a ship. A crew's not a crew without a Captain, so we

found each other,"

"How touching," Alyssa mumbled.

"Shut yer mouth, wench. There're more important matters te discuss now.

Such as the fact of me momentary stupidity," Barbossa began. "Ye see, what 'as

me crew so excited is a result of said stupidity. 'Bout ten years ago, after we so

generously gave ye an island, Jack, we tied a canon ta the Bootstraps of a good

friend o' yers."

"Bootstrap..." Jack sighed.

"Aye, Bootstrap Bill. Also, smarter than 'e looks 'r acts. See, when we threw

'im to the depths, we fergot ta think that 'e was with the same curse we 'ad. Truth of

it, 'e wasn't under there long, I don't imagine. But what matters is, 'e's not under there

now. Gents!" he hollered to his crew. "Move off."

The crew slowly parted, revealing a much alive, and much pissed off,

Bootstrap Bill Turner. He was standing there, leaning on the side, sword drawn with

an arrogant, angry smirk on his face. "'Ello, Jack, ol' boy."

"Bill!" Jack smiled as well, but it faded. "Why 'ave they not killed ye?"

Bootstrap's grin grew, "Ah, anova fing ol' Barbossa 'ere forgot. I know where

Isla de la Muerta is. I wasn't about ta come aboard a ship wif a bunch of

backstabbin' pirates 'ho want me dead wifout takin' me anova piece of 'at there

gold. I felt it when the curse was lifted, as much as anyone else." He kept his sword

drawn and walked towards Jack and his lady friend. "See, mate, I saw ye. I saw ye

bein' dragged 'ere, and then I saw yer friend," he motioned towards Alyssa and

winked, "bein' dragged 'ere as well. And so, I struck a deal wif the devil." His grin

grew larger still. "I'm 'ere ta save ye."