Title: How To Snag A Hottie From Your Prom Queen Of The Caribbean Sister

Author: Whose ff.net account are you currently at? Here's a hint, starts with a C and ends with a rystyna…

Disclaimer: That disclaimer was getting a bit boring wasn't it? Time for a new one! *pulls out magic curling iron* Will Turner, awaken and be mine!!! Poster, poster on the wall: Who's the fairest one of all?

Will Turner Poster: Elizabeth Swann!

Crystyna: Wrong answer babe. *burns poster of Elizabeth, does psychotic death-to-Elizabeth dance*

Will Turner: *faints*

Crystyna: Well, while he's sleeping…*turns to Jack Sparrow poster*

Jack: Don't look at me, luv.

0.o

…Yeah…and so I don't own anything remotely pirate related…

Summary: Elizabeth has a sister (called Christina) and they are complete opposites. Call it a Mary Sue if you must, frankly I don't give half a starved rat's ass. Or half of any rat's ass for that matter, even a fed and tamed one. Pro-Elizabeth…can read now I guess. I've changed my views on her. Now she's only slightly evil.

A/N: Hmm, shall this be the last chapter? Would you believe me if I said I honestly don't know?

~*~

I bolted up (and fell down, and attempted to bolt up again, to no avail), or would like to believe that I bolted up, and ran out from behind the nice little hiding place that Will had invested so much time in providing for me. Naturally, the cause of all the loud sounds was Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, what did you DO?" I shouted, ducking as several body parts flew at me. Leave up to Elizabeth to put men in such a state of shock at the site of her infinite beauty that they would spontaneously explode. I watched wide eyed as Will ran over to the huge stone box with all the Aztec gold, and as Elizabeth darted across some rocks for purposes unknown

BANG.

Once again, Elizabeth was the cause of all the commotion. You know, Elizabeth was really the cause of all the commotion for this whole stinkin' adventure (which would probably result in my untimely death). All for my sister.

But this time a gun was pointed at my sister, and she stopped dead in her tracks as if she…was dead. Which she wasn't, I would learn in a few seconds time. No, I would not be so lucky. But Barbossa, at the moment, he his pistol pointed directly at her and so one would assume that she was dead. "Oh, no, Elizabeth!" I shrieked, or attempted to shriek but by this time my voice had gone somewhere far away, perhaps leaking out of my body with the blood that didn't seem to want to be inside me anymore. It is a truly terrible feeling to be bleeding, and wavering on a rock above frigid water.

"Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot," Barbossa said. I cocked my head to the side - so it wasn't Barbossa who had fired? I sighed with relief, and fell down into the water. I wish I could say I fell gracefully, but that would of course not be me. No, I made a show of falling and gasping and splashing and gurgling. And straining to here the conversation which carried on whether or not I was drowning in bloody freezing water. One would think that because we were in the Caribbean, the water would be warm. But no, of course not. That would be considerate of God, to make warm water for me. And Lord knows that he'd never make things easy or comfortable for me...

…except for the fact that I am pretty rich…Goodness, I'm as spoiled at Elizabeth!

"He didn't waste it!" Will said, catching a coin that I'd just registered that Jack threw. Wow I'm slow…I craned my head to look at him (seeing as how the rest of my body was no longer working). He had the last medallion in his hand (which was bleeding, OH NO! WILL'S BLEEDING!) And he dropped it into the stone thing with the rest of the coins. And then Barbossa made a big final performance and said, dramatically:

"I feel…cold,"

Gee, for last words, he sure rocks the world.

And then, he died.

And we all started singing and dancing and celebrating. Or we would have, I'm sure, if Elizabeth didn't pout and whimper and say "Ohh, I broke every single one of my nails! And this bruise! It'll never go away! And ewww, he's DEAD! AND I'M STILL IN THAT OFFICER'S RUDDY UNIFORM! Oh, Will, look, the cut on my hand opened up. Will you fix it?"

If I had any strength left, I would kill myself. But seeing as how I was well on my way to being dead, I was sure I would be able to wait it out for a few more minutes. I closed my eyes and fell face first in the water, and didn't breathe. I waited, counting, willing to bet all my inheritance that everyone (meaning Will and Jack) would rush over to inspect little Elizabeth's nails and bruises whilst I drowned in water that was so pleasantly mixed with my own blood.

Evidently, God wants me to lose my inheritance (that is, assuming by father did not disown me by now) and be poor. Because the next thing I know, someone is hoisting my roughly out of the water, much to my chagrin. I mean, FOR GOD'S SAKE PEOPLE, IF YOU ARE GOING TO SAVE MY LIFE, HAVE A HEART AND DO IT GENTLY!

But I couldn't scream all that because the whole cave was fuzzy and getting darker and darker by the second. Someone, whoever was holding me, walked over to Elizabeth. I could sense her scowl in the air. "Will?" I mumbled, feeling so dizzy that I thought I was dying. "Christina, wake up, don't go to sleep,"

Oh yes. Sleep is exactly what I am planning right now. Sleep.

"I'm not, you numbskull. Why's it so dark? Damn it, Elizabeth, what did you do?" I slurred as hammers pounded my skull, which was somewhere down by my ribs by now. And then, whoever was holding me (I assume it was Will) had the nerve to shake me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was indeed Will, with what is presumably "worry" in his eyes. But, in my current condition, I saw it as a some psychopath trying to make me die faster. "What are you doing! Stop, that hurts!" I whined. He smiled sadly (sadistically, and I loved this guy?!) and said, "You have to stay awake, Christina, or you'll die,"

"And what are you so choked up about?" I muttered, holding onto his neck. It would be so easy to just strangle him right now, for shaking me like that. Now my ribs were on fire and I wanted to dieeeee….that's how much it hurt. Elizabeth, hating to be left out, piped up enthusiastically:

"We should be getting back to the Dauntless,"

Yes, let's go there, so I can hear my father say "I told you so, you stupid girl, this is what you get for gallivanting with pirates," I would not be surprised if he decided to hang me as a pirate.

Will looked up at Elizabeth, sadness (even more than when he looked at me, and I was the dying one here. Shows you how much he treasures my friendship) and resignation in his gaze. "Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe,"

Big bloody sigh.

Elizabeth looked away. "Let me down, Will, I can walk," I grumbled angrily, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. He let me down gently, his hand still on my wrist. LET GO LET GO! If he only knew what a complete infuriating self-centered little witch Elizabeth could be…at least she's all promised off to Norrington, and Will could spend the rest of his life moping over her, or finding some other curly haired blonde with a nineteen inch waist to trot after. And I…I could either spend my time thinking about him and moping until I find another tall, dark, and handsome blacksmith who will completely and utterly ignore me. Or…I could set sail with Jack Sparrow and be a pirate.

Too bad I haven't actually decided yet…

"What's on your mind, luv?" Jack asked, swaggering up to where Will still held my wrist (annoyingly) as he watched longingly as Elizabeth climbed into the row boat. I looked at him, and at all the gold he had piled in his arms. "Nothing," I spat dejectedly, yanking my wrist back from Will, who looked at me, confused.

Confused! Honestly, as if I had not made myself blatantly obvious on this whole voyage. I should smack him. If he and Elizabeth ever were given the chance to reproduce, I seriously doubt their offspring would possess the ability to speak. Or blink. Or breathe. That's how dumb they would be!

"Jack, do you think…well, when we get back to the Dauntless…there's really nothing for me at Port Royal anymore," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice from cracking and avoiding Will's eyes at all costs. "I mean, now that Elizabeth is getting married, and I don't have any suitors at all…d'you think that you could, maybe…"

Jack grinned, "Spit it out, pet," he said. I smiled. "Could you take me with you on the Pearl?" I asked. Before he could answer, Will said, "WHAT?!" I jumped, and then moaned as pain shot up and down my right side. I looked up at him to see his jaw clenching in anger. "What do you mean 'what?'" I asked. "You are not going to be a pirate, Christina," Will said. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not?" I asked. He shook his head. Jack watched this all with avid interest. "Says who? My father? Norrington? You?" I said lowly. What did he want from me? This was incredibly ridiculous! Were all men intent on ruling my life? Lording the fact that they were men - huzzah! - over my head forever? No wonder my mother ran away.

"Yes, me," he growled. I raised my chin. "And what are you going to do about it, Mr. Turner? Is there any particular reason that I should stay at Port Royal?" I asked. Knowing that his answer would not come. Because he didn't have one. And yet, I was hoping beyond anything that he'd tell me that he wanted me to stay. For him.

Will let out a breath slowly. "I didn't think so," I whispered, an odd feeling of de ja vu coming over me. I turned away as swiftly as I could without falling over and walked quickly to the row boat, where Elizabeth was waiting, trying to file her nails with her teeth.

"If you were looking for the opportune moment, mate," Jack said. "That was it. Now if you'll be so kind, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me, and young Miss Christina, off at my ship," I smiled thinly. Away from Port Royal at last.

~*~

GOD HATES ME.

That is all.

Those bloody pirates sailed off! Without their captain! And now I cant leave Port Royal, and what's worse, Jack is to hang as soon as we get back! Oh, I hate the Commodore, and I hate my father. We rowed back to the Dauntless, I sitting next to Jack and leaning on him, trying very hard not to cry. "I'm sorry, Jack," Elizabeth said, near tears herself (although that may have been because even after all this she still has to marry Norrington).

I took Jack's hand, "I'm so sorry," I whispered. He looked so…lost. It was so odd seeing Captain Jack Sparrow looking so sad. I sighed angrily. "You are practically a hero! You'd think they'd let you off! I mean, without you, we'd never have gotten to rescue Elizabeth!" I said angrily.

"And how could they just leave you here?! They are terrible, horrible, no good -" I sputtered angrily. Jack squeezed my hand. "They're just doing what's right by them. Cant blame them for that," he said. "Oh, yes I can," I huffed. He smiled and pulled out something from inside his shirt. "Here you go, luv. I found it back there, and it reminded me of ye," he said, handing me a necklace made of black pearls. Outwardly they looked a bit dull, some more gray than black, and differing in size. Nothing like the perfect white pearls Elizabeth had snitched from back in the cave.

"Oh…they're beautiful," I said, because they really were. Because each pearl was different and unique, and imperfect, it made them lovely. "How the hell did they remind you of me?" I snorted. He just glared at me. "Shut up, luv, and put 'em on," he said. I pulled back my hair and let him fasten the necklace onto my neck. "Now you're sure there isn't a curse on these, right Jack?" I asked, smiling. He shrugged. "Don't think so, luv,"

Will kept rowing, Elizabeth sitting next to him, shivering. I looked at her, completely stupefied. It wasn't cold anymore. Except, well, I was cold. Most likely from the mortal wound I'd suffered, Which started to throb again. And from nearly drowning in ice cold water. But you wouldn't see me complained over something as insignificant as an eight inch gash in my side, or a couple of chills. Oh no, of course not. Not when Elizabeth was cold.

"I'm hungry," Elizabeth pouted. I snickered.

"And I'm bleeding. Nice to meet you," I grumbled. Jack burst out laughing. "And I'm dead, as soon as we get to Port Royal," he said. I froze. "That is not funny!" I shouted, smacking him, and then wincing as pain shot up my side. Will said nothing, only kept rowing. Jack put his arm around my shoulder. "Jack," I said softly. He looked at me, his nose practically touching mine. "Yeah, luv?" he asked. Wow his lips were close…

"My ribs hurt," I whined. He sighed, "I know, luv, I know. We're nearly at the ship," he said. I nodded, "But I don't want to go to the ship. They'll hang you when we get back to the Port. Jack, I promise I'll do everything I can to get you out…" I said tearfully. Jack shook his head, "Don't ye be going gettin' yerself into trouble, pet. Penalty for breakin' a pirate out of jail is death," he said darkly. I swallowed hard, "Well, I've already done that." I said, looking hard at Will. He looked away uneasily.

Jack chuckled, "First time offenders, and yer the Governor's daughter. He wont see his own child be hanged," he said. I snorted. "You wanna bet?" I asked. Elizabeth clucked her tongue at me. "Christina, that is an awful thing to say, Father would never see you put to death," she said. "And I'm sure he wont let Will be hanged either," she added as an after thought.

"Never mind that, we're nearly there," Will muttered quietly, as we came up to the side of the Dauntless. Will moved out of the way so that Elizabeth could climb up. I noticed how she glared when he didn't offer to carry her, but Will was, oddly enough, looking at me. "How are you going to get up there, Christina?" he asked.

I smiled, "You tell me," I said tiredly, wincing again as I moved to stand up. Will bit his lip, trying to think of a way to get me up there without hurting me too badly. "Let me climb up there, and I'll pull her up once you carry her, mate," Jack said. Will nodded and moved towards me carefully in the small boat. Jack already had scurried up to the deck.

Will held out his and I took it, trembling a bit. Will seemed to think it was from the pain, and he gently stroked the top of my hand. I shivered again. "Will, just don't drop me," I begged. He smiled, "I wont," he said, lifting me over his shoulder. I arched my back, trying to avoid putting weight on my middle, but it didn't work. "Will," I gasped, tears leaking out of my eyes. "I think I can do it myself. Just stay behind me or beside me so I don't fall," I said. He nodded and let me climb up by myself. My father and the Commodore was waiting, Elizabeth beside them. Jack grabbed my arm and steadied me as I nearly tumbled onto the deck, woozy from blood loss and exhaustion.

"Christina, what in God's name happened to you?" my father demanded worriedly. I looked up, my eyes crossing. Oh no, now there are two Commodores, two Elizabeths and two Fathers. I turned to Will and Jack…yay, two Wills and two Jacks!

"She was fighting the pirates," Elizabeth said. My father sighed angrily, "What could have possessed you to do something so stupid?" he asked. I didn't have the strength to answer him but someone said (rather loudly) "She was trying to protect Elizabeth!" It was Will. I looked up, astonished.

"Christina, you don't know how to fight," my father said, blurry again. "Oh, ye'd be surprised, mate. I reckon she could mop the floor with ole' Norrington there," Jack said. I swayed on the spot and was instantly steadied by a pair of hands on each side of me.

"That's enough, take Mr. Sparrow to the brig. And Miss Swann to the cabins. Mr. Turner, you are welcome to go with her, just stay out of my sight. And Elizabeth, you may stay in my office, or on deck with me," the Commodore said sharply. Its all good, the world's fading into gray anyway. Gray filled with skeletons and pirates and blood, and Elizabeth crying and Jack at the gallows and Will looking stunning in a very nice hat with a feather. Nice soft feather…

~*~

I woke up what had to be several hours later, to a dull throbbing pain in my ribs and a blanket wrapped tightly under my chin. I had a new shirt and new pants…in fact, I seemed to be entirely clean. And in pain, a lot of pain.

"What happened?" I asked, wincing at how loud my voice was. "I didn't get drunk again, did I?" I moaned. I heard someone laugh quietly and press a cold cloth to my head. I shivered, and realized that I must have a fever. I opened my eyes, relieved to see that I was still in the dark cabin. There was practically no light. Good. Light is evil.

"Will?" I whispered, my lips cracked and swollen. How beautiful. He nodded and pressed the cloth to my neck. It was then that I realized that if I was in new clothes, and certainly did not have the ability to change myself…

"Will, where are my clothes?" I asked slowly. He raised an eyebrow, "You did not mean to keep those bloodstained rags, did you?" he asked. I glared at him weakly. "No. But how did I get out of my clothes?" I asked. He chuckled again, making my heart skip a beat. "Jack and I helped. We cleaned you all up, and now we just have to get your fever to break," I felt my jaw drop, and clutched the blanket around myself.

"HOW DARE YOU, WILLIAM!" I shrieked, feeling my face flush, and looking wildly around the room. "JACK SPARROW YOU DEMON, YOU VILE…YOU SCOUNDREL! WHERE IS HE?!? WHERE IS JACK?!" I yelled. Will winced and ducked as I tried to hit him with the rag.

"Ow! Stop!" he yelped, trying to fend of my assault

"How dare you! Get out get out get OUT!" I shouted. How humiliating! "Jack Sparrow where are you so I can KICK YOUR BLOODY ARSE!!!" I screamed.

"What are you screaming about, Christina?" I heard someone yell over my voice. It was Elizabeth, walking in and looking rumpled and angry. "Elizabeth, how could you let them undress me?! God knows how they molested me! Elizabeth!" I whined, even though I highly doubt that Will would have done anything, I didn't trust Jack. Even after all he had done for me.

"Christina, what are you talking about? They didn't undress you. You stupid twit, father made me clean you up, and then have the doctor on board wrap up your wound. Do you honestly think Father would have allowed a pirate and…Will…to do such a thing?" she said.

This was somehow worse. My sister?! EWWW!!!

"I don't know. You tell me. I'm still not sure if he's going to hang me or not once we get back to Port Royal," I sniffed. I glared at Will. "How dare you, you scared the life out of me! And now I'm in pain again!" I said. Will looked apologetic, but started laughing after a few moments. "I'm sorry, Christina, I wanted to see your reaction. Would it have been so bad if Jack and I had -"

"Yes, it would have been so bad!" I roared. Which only served to make Will laugh harder, and Elizabeth storm out of the cabins angrily. "Calm down," Will said quietly, once he was able to breathe again (personally, I don't know what was so funny. But then, I am not a stupid, arrogant, perverted MAN.)

"Calm down? Don't even talk to me, Will. That was an awful joke you played on me. I'm injured! You're supposed to be nice to invalids!" I said, but breaking into a smile as he laughed again. I couldn't help it, I love to make him laugh. But he soon sobered, and looked around sadly.

"You've been asleep for two and a half days. I was worried, the doctor said your wound was pretty bad," he said quietly, taking my hand. I looked up sharply. "Worried? Why would you worry?" I said, confused. "Elizabeth is safe now," I added quietly. Will looked at me, at a loss. "So what if she's safe now, do you think that just because she's okay I wouldn't care about you?" he asked. I shrugged, and winced. "Well, the most important thing is that she's safe, isn't it?" I replied. He looked positively distraught.

"Christina, you are my best friend! How could you think that I would forget about you just because Elizabeth is safe?" Ah, best friend. How lovely. It was in this moment that I had ceased to hope forever. I sighed and looked up at him sadly,, the pain in my heart far outweighing the pain in my side.

"I'm sorry, Will, I'm still a bit woozy from the wound. It'll pass," I said. I tried to stretch, trying to wrap my mind around a lot of pieces of information at once. One, I would never be anything more to Will than a best friend and a fencing partner. Two, we were nearly at Port Royal, where Jack would be hanged. Three, I would live out the rest of my days at Port Royal, and die an old maid. Four, Elizabeth would be marrying the Commodore. And finally, the love I felt for Will didn't seem like it would fade.

~*~

It took another three days before we arrived at Port Royal, and I spent my days either in the brig, talking to Jack (on a handful of occasions, I had convinced one of the guards to actually let me into his cell so we could play cards), happily disobeying my father. Will would make me wake up early each day so that he could check my bandage (even though I told him it was entirely unnecessary considering we have a doctor on board, and I assured him that that doctor knew exactly what he was doing). Perhaps he just got a thrill from me lifting my shirt. Nasty minded little dolt.

Although it was quite amusing when Elizabeth walked in, screamed, and ran out.

I would not stay in the cabins all day, because it was far too boring. So I walked about the ship, antagonizing Norrington's men and making my father shout at me one numerous occasions. I may be twenty years old, but that doesn't mean I had to be mature about it.

Will and I would spend a lot of time together, while Elizabeth huffed about, following Norrington around as he explained to her about how happy he was that she had agreed to be his wife, and the four boys that she would give birth to.

Out of the kindness of my heart, I stole her away from him as often as I could - once. She spent her time glaring at me as Will and I climbed (slowly) up to the little cup that I had been informed of as the "crow's nest". Will and I are really very immature.

But, it all had to end as Port Royal came into view. Will seemed sad and withdrawn, most likely because of Elizabeth's impending marriage. I, on the other hand was thinking only of Jack and all the ways I could possibly spring him from jail. An act that would surely get my killed, but better to die now than as an old maid, ye savvy?

No such luck. As soon as we were docked, my father had a carriage waiting for us and we were hustled back to that loathsome mansion. I was ordered to take a bath and be put into my very finest gown, as was Elizabeth. Then we would be taken to see Jack executed. I would not try to get out of it, as much as I knew that seeing Jack hanged would haunt me for the rest of my life. I would not just leave him. Nor would I obey my father and take off "those heathen pearls" that Jack had given me.

"Jack Sparrow , be it known that you have…" the official who was reading Jack's execution documents said. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Its Captain Jack Sparrow," I said, glaring at all the head who turned my way. I raised my chin, ignoring how all the nobles and aristocrats and rich wig wearing men glared at me. I looked them right in the eye and refused to look away. Spineless gits.

"He is a Captain," I said. "One of the finest, if not the best, Captain's to ever sail in the Caribbean." Jack smiled at me from the podium where he stood. I nodded back, feeling tears press their way up to my throat. My father glared at me and nodded to the official to tell him to proceed.

"…for your willful position of crime against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature. The most heinous of these to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling…" the official droned on. I was so angry I was shaking.

"It's wrong," Elizabeth said.

"Commodore Norrington is bound by the law. As are we all." my father said snootily. "I'll take the bloody law and shove it up your pampered and powdered arse!" I growled. My father took at breath and said in a low and "dangerous" voice. "If you do not watch your step, I shall disown you and take away all your inheritance and bestow it upon your sister." he said. I scoffed, "Do it then," I said. He opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head and turned back to where the official was still speaking.

My mind was racing, and I was shaking, now from desperation. There had to be something I could do! But I could hardly stand, let alone fight, and I wasn't even exempted from the corset, thought the wound in my side hadn't hardly healed at all! I noticed Will making his way through the crowd. He made his way to where we were standing, looking incredible in a ritzy sort of way (although I must admit that his sweaty blacksmithy half undone shirt way is also quite appealing).

"Governor Swann, Commodore. Miss Swann. Christina," he said, nodding to each of us. He looked at Elizabeth, "I wish you well in your marriage, Miss Swann," he said. Then he looked at me, "You look beautiful," he said, before walking away.

Okay. What just happened?

Elizabeth's brow was furrowed in confusion, and I was blinking stupidly was Will hurried through the crowd. I glared as a few young "ladies" pulled handkerchiefs from the tops of their dresses, or fluttered fans at their bosoms. Honestly, they are no better here than at Tortuga!

Elizabeth, who was standing between my father and I, nudged me. In my side. I hissed in pain and tried to squirm away, but she grabbed my hand. "Look," she said, nodding discreetly. I followed her gaze, to where one of the soldiers was holding a banner, and shaking it. I looked at my sister and grinned. "Mr. Cotton's parrot!" I whispered, forgetting how she had just jabbed me in the ribs and probably made me bleed again. She grinned back at me, obviously having a thought in her oh so capable mind.

"Cant breathe!" she said, fainting. Aha! Good idea! "I'm bleeding!" I yelped and started swooning. My father, seeing as how Norrington was mooning over Elizabeth yet again, turned to me. "I'm bleeding, Father! I TOLD YOU THE CORSET WAS A BAD IDEA!" I shrieked.

He didn't know what to do, so I watched as Will ran through the crowd just as the trapdoor opened under Jack's feet. "JACK!" I screamed, as he fell. But something kept him standing, and I squinted. Will was there! He had done that trick with the sword, where he threw it and it got stuck in the plank right under the trap door. Jack was alive!

Elizabeth popped up and I grabbed her hand. Together we watched as Will and Jack fought off guard after guard.

But there were too many soldiers, and they were doing their jobs for once, damn them! Will and Jack were surrounded, and Norrington rushed forward with my father. Elizabeth and I hurried after, she was taking the time to be considerate and walking slower than the situation demanded, because I thought I was indeed bleeding again. Or at least in a considerable amount of pain.

"I thought we might have to endure some manner of ill conceived escape attempt but not from you," Norrington was saying. I tried to get to Will, but Elizabeth held tightly onto my arm. "Not yet," she mouthed. "On our return to Port Royal , I granted you clemency and this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate!" my father said angrily.

"And a good man." Will said stoutly. Jack nodded and pointed to himself proudly. "And if all I have achieved is that the hangman will have two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear," Will said. My stomach dropped. Oh no, if Will was to be hanged, then either they'd hang me as well, or I'd jump (and with my luck, I'd be the only one who'd fallen and died among the rocks). I struggled to stand my Will and Jack again, but Elizabeth held me still. She shook her head.

"You forget your place, Turner," Norrington said. That's it, I cant take it anymore. "Did it ever occur to you that he's doing the right thing?!" I said angrily. Will looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. "It's right here, between you and Jack," Will said. I shook off my sister's arm. "And my place, Father, is here. Between you and Will, where it has always been," I said, standing beside Will and raising my chin. Oh, if looks could kill, I'd be a medical miracle. Or my father would be a murderer.

"As is mine," Elizabeth said. Oh, hell. The one time I try to play the heroine, and she steals all the attention. Again.

"Girls! Lower your weapons! For goodness sake, put them down!" my father ordered. The soldiers hastily complied. The Commodore looked at Elizabeth for a long moment. "So, this is where your heart truly lies?" he asked. She raised her chin, and I realized how alike my sister and I really were. Needless to say I nearly died of this revelation on the spot.

"It is," she said. Sigh.

"Well!" Jack said, clapping his hands together to break the tension. "I'm actually feeling rather good about this. We've reached a special place... Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically." he told my father. "I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that," he assured the Commodore. "Elizabeth …it would never have worked between us, darling. I'm sorry." he said to her. She looked at him as if he were mad. "Will …nice hat," he finished. He turned to me. "Christina, luv, you wont have to stay here, I promise. I'll come back and kidnap you properly in a few weeks," he said. I smiled sadly and nodded, "Hurry," I mouthed, and he winked, all the while backing up.

"Men! This is the day that you will always remember as the day that you –" and then he fell over the wall. Evidently, all pirates are horrible at goodbye statements. I mean, "I feel cold,"? Come on now…

"Idiot. He has nowhere to go but back to the noose. What's your plan of action? Sir?" one of the soldiers said. I sighed, staring glumly at where Jack has just been. Perhaps I should have followed him…

"Perhaps on the rare occasion of pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?" my father suggested, looking at the Commodore. "Mr. Turner," Norrington said. I tensed. Oh, he wasn't going to be a prick now was he? "I will accept the consequences of my actions," Will said, resigned. He glanced at my sister, stab me now. And then he looked hard at me. Gulp.

"This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life,"

Oh yes, because Mr. Brown takes so much care and devotion in drinking and getting drunk.

"Thank you," Will said. Ohh….so Norrington isn't as stupid as he looks. They stared at each other for a few moments, and then the Commodore backed down. Elizabeth was off the hook, and no longer promised to Commodore Norrington. Well, that was decent of him. I blinked stupidly. Now she was free to marry Will.

"Commodore! What about Sparrow?" that same annoying lieutenant asked. "I think we can afford to give him one day's head start." Norrington replied, walking off to do some map reading or what not. Ahh! All this decency, first from my father, then from the Commodore. I wouldn't be surprised if Elizabeth started handing out all her jewels to the townspeople in five second's time.

Actually, I would be surprised. The sky would have to fall before that happened.

"So, this is the path you've chosen, is it? After all, he is a blacksmith," my father said. God, why couldn't he be a sensible rich father and forbid her from marrying him?! I looked away and walked over to where Jack and tumbled, and saw the Pearl waiting for him. Under normal circumstances, if I jumped, I could manage to swim there. But not with this dress, and not with my stupid gash in my side. God hates me.

"No, he's a pirate," Elizabeth was saying. I couldn't help it, and I turned around. She was all wrapped around him, looking so romantically typical with the sunset behind her and both of them most likely silhouetted against the sky and the horizon. But then, something happened that quite literally nearly gave me a heart attack. Will hesitated to put his arms around her waist. He reached one hand up and gently touched her face. "I'm sorry, Miss Swann," he said. Then he looked at me over my sister's shoulder.

This never happened. Usually men looked over my shoulder at her. What the hell is going on? Is the sky falling?! Is Elizabeth giving all her riches away to charity?! Will stepped back from Elizabeth and made to walk towards me. People must stop doing this to me. I swear I'm going into cardiac arrest…

He walked up to me and took my hand. My father looked puzzled, Elizabeth looked shocked. Not nearly as shocked at I was, though. "This is where my heart lies," Will said. "With you, Christina. And I would be honored if you would be my wife,"

WHAT?!

"What?!" Elizabeth shrieked. I nodded, "My thoughts exactly, Will, what the hell are you talking about?" I asked. He blinked. "I think I just asked you to marry me," he said. I nodded again, "Yes, I got that. But why?!"

"Because I love you, Christina."

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WILLIAM? You loved my sister ever since you saw her, and now you have the chance to marry her, and you're proposing to me?" I sputtered. Will looked a little taken aback, but nodded. "Yes. Christina, on this…quest, for lack of better word, to save your sister, I realized that I didn't know her at all. And you were right, how could I be willing to die for someone I barely knew? But I do know you, and I would die for you, because I love you…and if what Jack told me is true, you love me too,"

I shall kill Jack Sparrow. Right after I thank him.

"Yes, I do," I said, getting very typically teary eyed. Will smiled and grabbed me, holding me close. "Then say you'll marry me," he said, his forehead pressing against mine. I laughed, "I will!" I cried joyfully, trying to ignore how Elizabeth started gasping, and fanning herself frantically, and then fainting from the corset and the shock of Will choosing me over her. Though I must say, I was right with her there. The boy's gone mad.

Will hugged me and spun me around and then kissed me on the lips, and I wasn't quite sure if I was dreaming or not, but it felt real enough. When he pulled away, I grinned so wide I thought my face would break. I turned to look at the Pearl, still hovering in the bay. I saw a tiny form of Jack waving at me, and I waved back and shouted:

"You don't have to come back for me, Jack. I'm staying here!" Even if he didn't hear me, I think he understood, because he waved again and then the Pearl set sail, getting smaller and smaller in the horizon. I turned back to Will to see him smiling at me, holding my hand and pulling me closer. I still wasn't entirely sure this was real, but when he said "I love you," again, it was as loud and clear as a sweet-nothinged whisper could be.

And then to prove it, he kissed me.

The End.

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A/N: Ahh, the end. This is the first story that I have ever finished, go me!!! I hope you liked it, and don't worry there is definitely going to be and epilogue. And maybe even a sequel, 'cause I loved writing HTSAHFYPQOTCS!!!

And you know it occurred to me that even thought this may have started out as a "Mary- Sue" (because the main character was named Christina) its not really me. She's done things that I'm not capable of doing (fencing for example. I *so* have to take lessons), said things I wouldn't have said (like yelling at Will for "undressing" her haha), and worn things I don't wear (corset. Although I want one!!!)

But before I can write a sequel, I have to write (or rewrite) Be Strong (cuz it sucks) and a story I promised to my separated-at-birth-fellow-writer, Laura. Its all very hush hush. SO, now that I FINALLY finished a story, I have to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all my reviewers, I've gotten so many more reviews than I ever anticipated, and you guys ROCK!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Love always,

-C.r.y.s.t.y.n.a.