Here we go with chapter 11, I needn't bother with a disclaimer, ya'll know it ain't mine.

Whoooo hoo, a romantic chapter finally! Sigh, all my friends with most likely tease me unmercifully for this. See what I sacrifice for my art?

Chapter 11

"Elizabeth!" Will gasped, shocked but most definitely not dismayed. "How did you escape? Where were they keeping you?"

"Keeping me? Will, I escaped a couple of days back. I've been with Mr. Gibbs. Did Barrin not tell you?"

"No... no, he didn't. He was... blackmailing us. With you. And you were never in danger at all." Feeling rather the idiot, Will smacked his head off the metal bar.

"Don't do that, Will." Elizabeth was by the cage now, sliding a key easily into the lock and twisting it. The door clanged open, and both Elizabeth and Will flinched, then waiting, holding their breath. Someone clattered hurriedly down the stairs.

Gibbs grinned at them, dragging the body of the pirate who had been standing guard. "'Ello, Will. Brought yer lass back, safe and un'armed."

"Thank you, Gibbs." Will flushed at the term "your lass." He glanced at Elizabeth, but she did not seem to be blushing, so, of course, he immediately felt even more flustered. Well, that was it.... women were NOT his strong point.

"Let's hurry and free the others," Elizabeth whispered, and went about rousing the two crews. "Shh," she silenced them. "Quiet." Unlocking the door, the crews both struggled to get out of the cage.

Jack, of course, immediately took over. "Aye, mates, let's go git that bloody Barrin and 'ang the old pirate!"

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Sparrow, but I believe this is the time for a proffessional to take over." It was none other than Norrington, of course, who had regained his diginity at being freed.

"Yes, you did a bloody excellent job of it earlier, mate."

"I believe it was I who captured you."

"Yes, but I wouldn't 'ave been captured by the Seastorm." Jack plucked the fancy commodores hat from Norringtons head, and placed it jauntily on his own. "So I'll be leading this, savvy?"

"Shut up, both of you! Neither of you will be leading this!" Elizabeth protested.

"Oh? And ye will, lass?" Jack snorted outright, and even prim, proper Norrington grinned at the thought.

"No. No... Gibbs will!"

"I will?" Gibbs, who had been busy sucking the last trickle of rum from his bottle, blinked slowly. Jack, however, seemed to be all for this plan.

"Excellent, fabulous!" He clapped his hands together. "Lead on, mate, and stop yer stutt'rin', commodore."

Gibbs shrugged. "Er, yes, well, 'eres the plan..." Gibbs outlined they're plan(a/n: if I told you it here, it wouldn't be fun.) and the two crews scattered.

Elizabeth stood next to Will in the brig. The two, along with a few redcoats as guards, had been told to stay below. After all, Barrin was only interested in the capture of Will, and Elizabeth was merely a proper lady. Unfortunately, the two were not pleased with this plan at all.

"Will, why must we stay here? Do they think we are completely helpless?" Elizabeth complained. Even the governers daughter was not above a bit of whining now and then.

"I don't know. After all, you did escape from this ship in the first place." Will smiled, a hint of pride flicking across his face.

"And you survived Barrin's torturings." Elizabeth lead him away from their guards, and the two sat, while Elizabeth began to tend to his wounds. "This is terrible, Will. Why did he do this?"

Will watched as she tore a strip of cloth from her dress hem, and gently bound a cut, her small hands much more careful than his own had been, back on the Intercepter. "These cuts, they were meant for my father. Barrin says it's my fathers fault that he is insane."

"I knew he was insane," Elizabeth muttered, her voice low.

"Did they hurt you, Elizabeth?" Will sat up a bit, regarding her with serious eyes. "Did they?"

"No, Will. I was fine... I was merely a lure for Jack."

"Jack? But Barrin was after me. Or, my father."

"He lied to me." Elizabeth's eyes went wide. "He said he was after Jack. Oh, Will. If I knew it was you... I would have tried harder. I'm so sorry!"

"It isn't your fault. You did not ask to be captured." Will lifted a hand, cupping her face, and peering into her apologetic eyes. "Don't be sorry."

"But I am sorry. You were hurt, Will, and it was because of me."

"It was because of Barrin, and his insanity." Will was closer now, all thoughts of the guards so close by flying out of his head. And Elizabeth didn't move away, either, and this surprised him. He brushed his lips against hers, then pulled back, waiting for some sort of reaction. ("A slap, most likely," Will thought to himself. "Kissing the governers daughter? Will, you're an idiot.")

Elizabeth had gone back to bandaging, but she seemed distracted now, because her hands would stop, then, as if remembering what they were doing, continue. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry," Will muttered. "But you know I love you. I told you so. And- and I'm sorry..."

He was cut off when she leaned in and returned his kiss. "I love you too, Will," she declared, and did not think how improper it was that she was kissing Will in the brig of a pirate ship.

"Ahem. This is all terribly romantic, but..." The two redcoats were grinning at them, causing the two to flush darkly.

Just then, shouts were heard from above, and Captain Barrin clattered down the steps, a sword in his hand.

See? Told ya I liked Gibbs! It's his moment in the spotlight! Review!

It wasn't as romancey as I thought it would be. Ah well. More romancey bits in the later chapters, though the tale is almost complete.

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