Oh wow…how cool is this? Yet ANOTHER chapter from me?!
I LOVE Creative Writing!!! ^____^


Lessie….this chapter is for…um…KRISTEN! Yeah! Because she was like all "What are you writing? O.o" In fourth period. W00t.

And, also, "Girls Not Grey" by AFI is really inspirational for some reason. ^.^


Chapter Four – "Old Friends"

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Days later, the Pearl was still at sea, and there had been no sign of Will or the remaining members of Barbossa's crew. Elizabeth stood near the bow, gazing blankly into the fog that hovered just over the water.  She twisted the ends of her sleeves in her hands anxiously, scanning what she could see of the horizon for ships.

Jack let Anamaria take the wheel for a spell, abandoning his position to join Elizabeth at her side.  "Any luck?"  Elizabeth shook her head, glancing downward.

"No.  There hasn't been a single ship…" She sighed, turning away slightly.  Jack slid an arm around her shoulder.

"Get some rest, luv. Ye've hardly-"

"No. I have to find him, Jack…" She glanced up at him sadly. "He means the world to me…" Jack smiled.

"I promise I'll take ye to 'im, luv.  Ye've got to believe me.  But ye need to sleep. I'll wake ye if there's news." Elizabeth merely nodded, starting down below deck to her quarters.

"Jack sighed as he returned to his post, where Anamaria was chomping on an apple.  As Jack took the wheel, she leaned against a mast nearby, twirling the fruit between her fingers. "Jack," she began, glancing up at him. "Do you even have the faintest idea where we're going?"

He grinned. "Not in the slightest, luv." Anamaria rolled her eyes. "But I do know where I need to go to find out where I'm going!" It was a lucky thing Anamaria was used to Jack's muddled thoughts.

"And where's that, Jack Sparrow?" She smiled slightly.

"The 'eart of the Caribbean, luv." He leaned against the mast beside her, one hand still on the wheel. "The piece she has is small, but the gold will still call to them."

"You think so?" He nodded as she glanced over to him.

"Aye. Though, now we've got to figure out where the rest of the pieces are." Anamaria looked to him curiously.

"Pieces? As in…more than one? But the piece Elizabeth has was a half…!" Jack shook his head.

"It was a third. And my best bet is that the other two pieces are in more than two pieces by now."

"And how are ye so sure it's only a third?"

"I've 'eld the coins, luv. You 'aven't."

"Right. Get back t'the wheel, Sparrow." Jack laughed, sliding his free arm around Ana's waist.

"Wot, ye sick of me already?" She rolled her eyes, laughing.

"I was sick of you ten years ago, Jack…" Jack smirked. "Ah, lies…" Anamaria rolled her eyes once again, pulling away and heading for the bow.

"How far out are we?"

"Far enough."

"Why not just stay in Tortuga?" She turned to face him. "They'd find us there just as easy as they'd find us here."

He gazed out at the horizon, thinking about this. "You'll find out soon enough."

"Jack…"

"Ah ah, luv. Captain Jack, savvy?"

Just as Anamaria was about to respond, she let out a small gasp. "Is that…them?" Extending a finger to the fog, she pointed out a small ship materializing just a bit a ways from the Pearl.

"Perhaps…" Jack gave the wheel a few good spins, pulling alongside the other boat. He motioned for Anamaria to take the wheel before hopping onto the rail of the Pearl, holding onto the rigging. "Yo ho…!"

At the sound of Jack's voice, a tall man with his somewhat-dreaded curly black hair pulled into a ponytail stepped out into view with a grin.

"Captain Jack Sparrow…"

Jack grinned. "Well if it isn' ol' Boostrap Bill…"