Whee, here we go with chapter four! Thanks for reviewing, reviewers!

Disclaimer again: I still own nothing... most likely never will.

I know it's currently turning out like the movie somewhat, but thats just setting things up for the plot twists that are to follow. And some mush, of course. Hee hee.

Chapter 4

On the Pearl

Will was beginning to become very frustrated with Jack's antics. Sure, he was a source of amusement on other occasions, but one such as this! This was much too serious a time. Of course, no time was ever to serious to drink rum.

That was exactly what Jack was doing when Will found him. He was supposed to be steering the Pearl, he was supposed to be helping Will find Elizabeth, but no, he was guzzling rum. "Jack! What are you doing!"

Jack squinted one eye at him. "I'm just taking a breather, mate."

"A breather?" Wills eyes narrowed into little angry slits, and he held his breath, so as to prevent himself from gutting his friend on the spot.

"Aye, a breather. Lord, boy, I bloody hate it when yer tryin' to rescue yer lass. You git so... so..." Jack hiccuped, looked confused, and added, "so much like Ana Maria." He paused at this revelation. "You aren't goin' to slap me, are you, lad?"

Will could have, but his brain told him not to. He sputtered for a moment, then turned on his heel and stalked away from the irrepressible captain.



At the Governers house

"She's gone?" The governer rubbed his eyes tiredly. A difficult child indeed, he thought drily.

"Aye, sir. This man here says he saw the pirates taking her to their ship," Norrington replied, sorrow in his tone and eyes. The man who he had indicated, smelling strongly of manure (and, as a matter of fact, wearing it, too) nodded grimly.

The governer leaned a bit away from the man, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Yes, well, thank you, sir." He handed the man

some coins, and waved a dismissing, white-gloved hand. The man scurried away, leaving behind his pungent stench.

"Sir, we will begin a search immediately. Elizabeth will not get far, I assure you." Norrington inclined his head. "I will not allow these... these... disgusting pirates to harm your daughter."

The governer inclined his head. As his did so, his wig slipped forward over his eyes, giving him a very ridiculous appearance. One of the servant girls giggled, then silenced herself, blushing, horrified at her actions. The governer, flushing as well, adjusted the wig and nodded curtly, one hand resting on his head. "Yes, please carryon immediately, James." The commadore nodded and exiting quickly.



On the Seastorm

Elizabeth was entirely unaware of the plans for her rescue at the moment. She was seated now in the captains cabin, her back straight, refusing to turn her proud eyes upon her grinning captor. Barrin was lounging idly in another chair, across from the girl, silent, hoping to intimidate her with his lack of words. His plan did not seem to be working, however, and so he sat up and said, "Tell me, Miss Swann, are ye at all curious as to why ye've been captured?"

Indeed, she was, but she hid this, and replied stubbornly, "I've no care in the least as to why I've been placed on your rotten ship."

He chuckled. "A brave front, lass, brave indeed. But ye forget one thing. Never tell a pirate 'is ship is rotten." Barrin lunged forward, one hand gripping the nape of her neck tightly, his other hand placing a dagger to her throat. "'Tis a lesson ye must learn, missie, afore it costs ye more than you can afford to lose."

"If you will be killing me, please do so quickly," she murmured, barely able to move her mouth.

"I see Barbossa taught ye nothing about being a prisoner! Why would I kill ye? Let me explain, Miss Swann, what you have that I need." Barrin sats back, sheathing the dagger, an almost amiable expression on his scarred, ugly face. "Y'see, lass, you are a friend of Captain Jack, are y'not?"

Elizabeth had to consider this. Would it help her chances to say no? No, it wouldn't. She shrugged. "Aye, maybe."

"Yes, you are. Well, Jack has summat of mine."

"The Pearl."

"Damn, missie, let me tell my own story! No, it isn't his bloody ship. Jack has reputation." Barrin's eyes gleamed, though this statement left Elizabeth entirely confused. "Ah, I can see you don't quite understand. The pretty ones always are a bit dense." Ignoring her flashing eyes, he went on, "Jack Sparrow, the infamous, the well known, the feared. None have escaped him, none have held him. Everyone loves him. He is the man that I should be. That's where you come in. O' course, that little dimwit William Turner, Bill's boy, he'll come to rescue you. Daft fellow, is he not? No doubt I'll capture him, aye, and then Jack, being the friend of two of my prisoners, will come to save you both, come to play the hero." Barrin wrung his hands, and Elizabeth saw a hint of insanity in those eyes, the eyes that were boring into her like burning coal. "Once he sets foot on my ship, I'll take him, I will. I'll sink his pretty boat, and I'll sink him with it. Then they'll fear me, for to kill the most feared man is to become him. Do you see, missie?" Barrin grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "That bloody man destroyed my life, destroyed me, and I can't let such a crime go unjustified."

Elizabeth stared at him wide eyed, thoughts flickering this way and that inside her mind. Good Heavens, he's insane! was her most prominent, vivid thought.

"Yes, well, there you go." Barrin displayed his rotting teeth. "Hoi, Lumpy, take the girl back to her cell!" Elizabeth was pulled away, leaving the hysterical man to himself, muttering and laughing.



On the Pearl

"Jack! Git your drunken butt down here!" Ana Maria roared at the top of her lungs.

Jack scurried down the steps. "Yes, love? What seems to be the problem? Ye missed old Jack, didja?"

"Jack, we're leaking!" Ana Maria pointed to a large hole from which water was sloshing into the ship. "Damn, Jack, I told ye not to steer while you were drunk, you steered us over rocks, you addle brained ass!"

"Don't talk to th' cap'n like that," Jack slurred, then patted the side of the ship. "Poor Pearly," he murmured lovingly.

Will came down to see the commotion, as Ana's shrill, angry voice could not be missed. "What's going- Oh, Jack! You didn't!" he moaned.

"Of course he did!" Ana Maria spat. "He's Jack Sparrow, the most famous idiot of the Carribbean! We'll not catch the Seastorm now!"



On the Dauntless

Commadore Norrington was alerted by the cries of his lookout. "What is it?" he asked a crew member, Thomas Jameson..

Jameson pointed to the black sails up ahead. "It's the Pearl."

Norrington smiled grimly. "Perhaps we should stop and pay Mr. Sparrow a visit."

There! That one took me ages to write. Things will pick up next chappie, sorry, this was more of a... explainer. Yep. Well, review review review!