If you've been reading this up to here, you already know what I do and what I don't own. Instead, I will have some random fact or saying up here. "Approximately, 100 people die per year choking on ballpoint pen parts"

AK! I guess there's one more reason NOT to chew on pens.

bloodrose05: Well, now that we've gotten the mega-evil part out of the way, on to something a bit more tame.

Robyn: yeah! That last chapter was _ I can't say it!

Bloodrose05: shaddap!

Jack: She's got a point, luv. Why'd ye torture Kat?

Bloodrose05: Plot device. She has to be tortured, broken, and just clinging onto her sanity when the rescue attempt takes place.

Robyn and Jack: oh!

Bloodrose05: Yeah, 'oh!' -_-; Stupid inner-voice muse! Stop confusing Jack!

Robyn: Why? *bats eyelashes innocently*

bloodrose05: Because, if you confuse him, he comes to me and confusion spreads! Anyway, we learn about the ancestry of Becca. Trust me, it's important!

YET ANOTHER WARNING: This chapter will contain some of the same elements as the last one, just a bit less intense. Once again, I ask those readers who feel uncomfortable with reading the subject matter skip those parts.

To my reviewers (so many of you! Huggles and pineapples to all!):

BamsLittleDeadChick69: Thanks for your awesome review. I already do watch Pirates too much. Whack me if I start to say "Savvy" too much. You really made my day. *Huggles 4 you and Colin*

Keeper of the Dreams: Here you go. Thanks for being so patient while I led this along up to the letter. Glad the Goth in you loved it.

Anime-and-Toons: Thanks. Here's the next chapter

Mayya: Thanks! Your fic is great, too! Hope you update soon. It's getting interesting.

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Chapter 8: The Letter

"EW! Jack, what is that?! It's stuck to your chest!" Becca squealed.

"Shit!" Jack hissed, peeling the envelope free. "It was a letter from your bonny lass, Will."

"If it is from Elizabeth, then we should still be able to read it." He said hopefully. "She would always make sure that her letters would be protected should they be damaged." He slit open the envelope and took apart the letter, removing the blood-soaked piece of paper protecting the letter. "See." He gloated, reading the letter aloud, so the whole group could hear:

"My Dearest Will,

I pray this finds you somehow, for I know I will be too insane to remember writing this by the time it reaches you. Should there be a chance of you rescuing me, climb up the trellis on the north side and sneak over to the east hallway. The room is a black door on the left. I do not know how you would accomplish this, as many had tried and none failed, but I believe you shall succeed. No matter what, I will love you always.

Yours Forevermore,

Elizabeth

October 1804"

"There's a chance to save Kat!" Jack cried. "We have to go up there!"

"Jack!" Will said, restraining Jack from running up to the governor's mansion to save her. "Shouldn't we at least think of a plan before running up there?"

"Right." He muttered, looking longingly up at the mansion. "I wonder how yer bonny lass went mad."

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Elizabeth collapsed as the Blacksmith kept stabbing her, watching the blood run from her wounds almost hungrily. She stared up at Norrington, ready to beg him to let her go. "Please, release me." She whispered.

"Not until you promise to be mine!" He hissed, wrenching her up by her hair. With that, she broke and dangled there, weeping. Peering up through grimy, greasy strands of blond hair, she nodded.

"I will be yours." She whispered, feeling her heart break each time she repeated it.

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"I would prefer not to think about it." Will said sharply. "I'll kill Norrington for doing this to her!"

"Will, hon, calm down and look at the big picture." Becca soothed, placing both hands on his shoulders. "You'll kill him, but what about Elizabeth? She's insane and immortal. Think about it." She turned to look at Jack. "I suppose you want us to park it right here?"

"Stay here and make sure the whelp doesn't do anything stupid." Jack said.

"What about you?" Becca held onto the back of his vest. "Shouldn't you think of a plan?"

"Elizabeth mapped it all out. I don't need a plan."

"Your funeral." Becca muttered, watching him slip off into the night. "So, where were we before the herald of all things clumsy and bad showed up?"

"We were just going to talk about your past." He said shyly.

"Well, grew up a few miles from Kat, but I practically lived there over the summer." She said, sitting on the ground. He joined her, cuddling next to her in case she was cold. "I can trace my family back to pre-Revolutionary War times; some guy named Robert Swann. Elizabeth mentioned she had an older brother who served in the military. Did you know him?"

"Yes." Will sighed, staring into her eyes, so much like Elizabeth, but with a fire Elizabeth never had. "On the crossing from England. I was just a lad then."

"I can't believe I'm related to psycho-lady." She shook her head with a sad grin. Will leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, but the shock was quickly replaced by sweet pleasure.

He pulled back, blushing a bit. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so bold." He was cut off as she claimed his lips in a kiss filled with heated passion.

She pulled back with a grin. "Where do you want this to go from there?"

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Yeah, I know it's short and a bit cheesy. Review anyway!