Author's Note: This chapter doesn't really have a point. It's shorter than the others and basicly explains the boring, uneventful (rest of the) night of Samantha and Danielle. The next chapter will be better and longer.

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Chapter 10: A Good Night's Sleep

After their escapade to the tavern, Jack, Will, and Samantha left. Gibbs stayed behind to go on the search for new crew members for Jack who actually thought his little plan to use Will as a piece of property to trade was going to work.

As the three walked back to the Interceptor with Jack leading the way, Smantha and Will, who were walking next to each other, were silent. They kept shooting death glares at Jack until finally one of them spoke.

"He wants to use me as leverage. WHY does he want to use me as leverage?!?" Will whispered loudly, pointing at Jack as the man stumbled and mumbled.

"Shush! He might hear you!" Samantha lightly hit his hand down. Samantha had been enjoying the silence because it finally gave her pounding head a chance to rest.

There was more unnerving silence, except for Jack who was really drunk and talking to himself. As they stepped onto the docks Samantha couldn't stay quiet any longer, "I have an idea. Let's just stay quiet about this and not go to Jack and complain. You might not get Elizabeth back if you do." She paused for a moment, pondering.

"Well then what do you suggest we do?" Will said as they all got closer to the ship.

"Ok, we'll go along with him for the moment. But when we get the chance, we'll get Elizabeth and then leave him. Does that sound good?" Samantha knew this was all from the movie but she didn't pay much attention to it so she had no clue what to do. She didn't know if she was destroying their future or not.

Will was still upset. "Fine. What are we going to do now, though?"

Samantha smirked. "You ask way to many questions, Will. We're going to the ship as of this moment."

The three got to the Intetrceptor and once they were on board Jack finally spoke in his drunken, slurred way. "Since there's only three of us, we can each have our own rooms... which is a good thing." He said while staggering around.

"Are there any sets of clothes on board? I would really like to get changed out this." Samantha said, looking down at her dirty clothes that she had been wearing for over a day now.

"Nope." Jack said simply. "I doubt it. And if there are, they'd be men's attire." He posed for a moment showing off his own wardrobe which obviously had not been washed in a while.

When Samantha had a headache or was sick her already bad attitude grew in size. "All right then, fine. I'm going down below to get some sleep." She began to walk away from the two men who were just staring at her. "Good night." She threw up her hand in something like a wave and then walked down below.

"It's the last door on the left, love!" Jack called out to her as she disappeared down below.

Samantha heard him yell to her but she was getting to tired to even hear him properly. All she understood was "door on left". She found the first door on the left and walked inside. It was a big, spacious room that Samantha wasn't the least bit surprised in seeing on the Interceptor.

There was a cot on the far side of the room and Samantha dragged herself over to it and plopped herself down. Her headache had mostly subsided but she was exhausted. Well, it was an exhausting day. Breaking out of jail, comandeering a military ship, sailing across the Caribbean, and then staying alive in a place as rowdy as that tavern can definitely take a toll on a woman's energy supply.

The door creaked open and in walked Jack. Samantha was already lying down but she peered up at him as he stared at her in annoyance. "Why are you in my room, Jack?"

"Your room? Whay are you in MY room? The last door on the left is yer room." Jack said as he sat down on the bed beside her.

"Oh, right, sorry." Samantha sat up, yawned and stretched, and then stood up to leave. "Didn't know."

"Wait." Jack said as she walked to the door.

She grabbed the knob but then turned around to look at him tiredly. "Yeah?"

"You said that you would tell me why ya don't drink." He was curious. The only people that he has ever known were pirates and 'scallywags' and they would would always be drinking some kind of alcohol.

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before coming to sit down once again next to Jack. "Well, when I drink I get, um... violent. And when I wake up the next day I usually don't remember what happened or what I did. So I tend to stay away from drinking." Samantha smirked as she remembered a time when Danielle told her she was very very drunk and she got into a fight with a young woman. They were yelling at each other when Samantha threw the first punch and then Danielle dragged her out of the bar before the woman's friends found out about their little 'tussle'.

He looked down at the ground and then said, "I see. So, not even rum?" He looked up at her.

"No, Jack, not even rum." She laughed a little and she distinctly remembered hearing Danielle say (before they saw the movie) that she heard Jack was completely obsessed with rum and was or at least acted like he was always drunk.

"Ok, and now why are ya dressed the way you are? It's a tad strange if ya ask me." Jack stared at her clothing.

"Well, I'm not exactly from around here. Where I come from, this is the kind of clothing people wear everyday." Samantha nodded her head and held out the edges of her shirt. She knew she was a little suspicious-looking to everyone with her modern-day clothing.

"And now I have a question for you." Samantha was surprised and upset with what Jack said at the bar, but she really wanted to ask him this question. "What are bilges?"

Ever since she heard Norrington use that word back when Jack, Samantha and Will comandeered/stole that ship, she had wanted to know what it meant.

He pondered for a moment and there was complete silence. "Well, it's the lowest part of the ship's inner hull. Why'd ya want to know?"

"Just curious, that's all." She got up once again and walked to the door. She opened it and began to walk out. "Good night, Jack."

"Good night, Sammi. Good ta have you on board." She smiled and closed the door, happy to know that Jack wasn't as awkward about having her on board as she was.

She went to her OWN room this time and then plopped herself down on her OWN bed and finally got a good night's sleep.

Jack, meanwhile, really was pleased to have her on his temporary ship. It was always good to have a fiesty woman like Samantha on board, even if Gibbs said it was bad luck (but he says everything is bad luck).

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Barbossa and Danielle finished their dinner in silence. Danielle was afraid to even come close to Elizabeth's food for fear that it really might have been poisoned.

Barbossa cleaned off his plate from the large amount of food he had and then spoke, "I want ya to go to the room above deck where Elizabeth is and get her into her own room. I don't want anyone touchin' her."

Barbossa stood up and so did Danielle, even though she still had half of her food left on her plate. "Um, now?"

"Yes, now!!" He barked.

"Ok." Danielle squeaked as she ran out of the room and to Elizabeth who was in a room above deck.

The other pirates were just doing their work and business that they were supposed to do. Some looked up at her as she passed them and others just didn't care enough to even realize she was there. In all truth, she was really scared and tried to stay as far away from the pirates as she could.

" 'ey, Ms. Danielle."

Danielle looked off to her right to see what remained of Pintel and Ragetti, which was, of course, their bones and a few scraps of cloth.

The two waved at her as she spoke, "Hello, guys." She liked these two weird ones out of anyone else on the ship. They really weren't as bad as they seemed.

She continued to walk off to Elizabeth's room and when she got there she quietly knocked on the door. She heard movements from inside and a small child-like, feminine squeak. "Um Elizabeth, it's me, Danielle."

Danielle opened the door and looked around but she couldn't immediately find her. She walked to the back of the room and then found Elizabeth practically cowering in the shadow of an overly large desk.

"Elizabeth, I was told I have to bring you to your own room now." Danielle was over her jealously of Elizabeth and now felt this overwhelming sympathy for her.

"You lied to me." Elizabeth whispered. "You told me you would help me."

Danielle sighed. "And I told you I had to be on friendly terms with Barbossa. If I'm not and if I don't help him, he'll kill me and then I really can't help you."

Elizabeth stood up and she was still shaking slightly. "Im not going out there."

"You have to. It'll only be for a minute or two. Please?"

"No."

Danielle became frustrated and she knew that if she didn't get her out of there, Barbossa would be thoroughly pissed. And that's not a good thing. But then she got an idea.

Danielle walked out the door for a moment and then yelled, "Hey you guys, listen up!!" She had caught their attention because now every skull was facing her. She was nervous but she had to just get over it.

"I'm bringing Ms. Turner out. If any of you touch her, speak to her and that includes grunting, or even look at her in the wrong way, I WILL get Barbossa. Got it?" Danielle was just establishing her dominance, even though she didn't quite have that much. But she was allowed to do more than most of the other pirates on board.

They all grunted or snorted in response which Danielle took as something along the lines of "yeah, whatever" or "fine, I don't care".

"See Elizabeth," She said as she stepped back inside, "just come with me. They're not going to hurt you or even say anything to you."

Elizabeth was a little unsure of everything but they both made it past the pirates without any... problems.

Danielle walked with Elizabeth to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Elizabeth stepped inside her room and closed the door and Danielle walked away. Barbossa then popped out of his own room and stepped right in front of Danielle.

"The woman's in 'er room?" Barbossa said suspiciously.

"Yes, she is. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep now... in my brig." Danielle still wasn't happy about the whole sleeping-in-the-brig thing.

"We'll be at the Isla de Muerta tomorrow. Will we be having any problems there?" Barbossa didn't care if Danielle was tired or not. He wanted an answer and he wanted it now.

Danielle was surprisd at his question. She definitely didn't see it coming. "Um, well, yes and no." She didn't know what else to say, and besides, it was true in a sense. There would be a problem with Jack showing up and and the blood they need wouldn't be Elizabeth's. But there wouldn't be a problem in that they find out about Will and they know where he is AND they would have Jack Sparrow.

"Give me a straight answer." Barbossa was unusually calm which was very frightening.

"I'm not sure who, but someone unexpected will be showing up. And in your eyes it might not be a good thing but it really is." Danielle kept her promise to herself by only giving him vague descriptions and meaningless details. Barbossa should have remembered that she said he would be seeing Jack Sparow pretty... but he didn't.

Barbossa glared at her, not competely pleased with her answer, but confident that she was telling the truth (or at least part of it). "Get out of here. Get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day." He smirked evilly and Danielle didn't like it one bit.

She quickly walked off to the brig and was very happy that Barbossa didn't kill her right then and there.

She walked into her cell and sighed dramatically. She closed the door and sat down on the ground. Only a moment or two later did a very ugly looking man come in and lock the cell door.

And then she was left alone with only herself, the darkness, and her big puffy dress to comfort her. And the only thing she could do was TRY to get a good night's rest.