A/N: What could be wrong? MWAHAHAHA.cliffhangers are evil.

There was something different, different, but good about the feeling I felt. I knew it, and it came to me from out of some kind of dream. I knew I was on a ship for the most part, and I knew that it wasn't any ship of mine. The cabin I was in was too fancy for any pirate I knew. Red velvet curtains covered the windows and all odds and ends of different mixed and matched furniture was all over the place. There were several desks along the walls with charts on them; the bed where I had just woken up was near a table and chairs and a few night stands. I wasn't in the bloody dress anymore. Instead I was in some kind of nightshirt. My bodice was still in place, never mind the fact that it felt like I was popping out of it and it's fine fabric. There were rum bottles on almost every clear space and a wardrobe was open, showing off all kinds of dresses and other finery. Right beside it was a closet. Hanging on hangers and lying in piles on the floor inside and out of the closet there were work clothes. Shirts, pants, and all sorts of stuff. "Enough for a whole crew of pirates," I mumbled to myself.

I walked over, swaying on my unsteady feet. My hands were simply itching to get out of the clothes I was wearing, even if it meant taking some other man's clothing. I could feel my skin crawl from not bathing or using the restroom. But something stopped me from peeling off the soiled clothing. Call it, woman's intuition if you will. And boy was I right. There was an entire other part of the room that was sectioned off with a velvet curtain. I could just feel someone watching me. I didn't expect it to be anyone 'clean' if you get my words. And I was once more right. It was Worm. Worm was a pirate that worked for my father. When proof was found that he had helped plan my father's death, he disappeared. I hoped it would stay that way. This man, even as a young boy, had that slow creepy walk that sent shivers up your spine. His short, but thin, bony frame had these clammy, sweaty hands on long, wormy arms that used to tap me on the shoulder. His hair was oily and he spit as he talked. And it was just my luck that he had chosen me out of all my family, out of all my cousins that were closer to his age; it was me he chose to stalk. He had haunted my footsteps wherever I went on the family island.

And here he was before me, eleven years later, and he was the same way, only older, slimier, and far, far more stronger. It was seconds before I felt his hot, smelly breath on my neck, "You've grown quite a bit my puppet." I spun around, and for the first time, felt vulnerable without my sword or knife to ward him away and he knew it. He didn't attack me; for he knew even his strength wouldn't be enough to stop me from beating him up like I did years ago. "I felt like a king's fortune had fallen into my lap the day I plucked you from your brother's ship. He really needs to learn that sailing alone with treasures such as yourself is a very stupid thing to do." Worm took a step towards me, but I did better than him, I walked a full three feet away. It was as close to the door as I dared, for he had what looked like a brand new pistol in his holster, and that was the only thing he ever bettered me at, drawing a gun.

Then someone started yelling from the other side of the huge velvet curtain. I knew the voice, more than I knew the face, but it came back to me it full from stories I had heard my family tell their kids. The face of the so-called-dead Barbosa starred back at me, a giant sneer on his face. Those cold, long past dead eyes were the same I had seen in the waiter's eyes and in Norrington's. I could feel my body tremble against my wishes as he stepped forward. My heartbeat had it's own life and I fought to keep control. When he spoke my blood went cold, "It was yehr sister's blood that brought me back. Worm here told me there was no use getting virgin blood from the likes of yeh. I took `is advice. Little Mary sure did scream when he drained er of blood. I could hear her screams, even in death." Anger brought me back to life. I looked straight into his eyes and spat on his face. I made a move to run to the door, but Worm grabbed my shoulder.

There was a second when I fell back to the floor and Worm stood over me. I could read what was in his mind without trying, and quickly I got to my feet. Worm advanced on me, his eyes were hungry. But Barbosa yelled to him and he froze, his eyes lingering on my body. I felt like I was going to be sick. "I'll bid Worm to leave for just a moment. I feel he `as severed his purpose long enough." And as if Worm was a puppet, he left the room, but his eyes stayed on mine. They looked like the black holes you see in a dead animal's eyes. They obey, but remain hungry still. Barbosa turned back to me, chuckling slightly, "`E wants something, but I'm not sure if I can deny him much longer, with all he's done for me, it gets `arder every time." So he wanted to play mind games with me. Games that I really didn't have the time for.

I couldn't wait to get my hands on Worm. I wanted nothing more than to see him begging for mercy at my feet. But what was really bugging me was the fact that someone had to die for Barbosa to come back. He said it was my sister. I would die three times over for any of my sisters, but now I was too late to help her. I had an idea of who it was. Mary had screamed out before I was dragged off. I remembered Mary sitting at the table, planning out the flowers for Elizabeth's wedding. Her dark hair fixed neatly about her face and her soft, dark brown eyes so focused and a slight smile on her lips. Mary was only seventeen. She was even in love with her first crush. She had just begun her life as a woman, and already it was over.

A hand lay on my shoulder and I quickly moved away. Barbosa laughed. He laughed so hard and loud that I could feel the floor vibrate with his evil chuckle. I wanted to kill him so badly. Barbosa walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a dress. It was made from black silk and had small roses sewn on it all over. The sleeves were short and barely covered my shoulders. Even on a woman with broad shoulders the dress would show off a good part of the woman's chest. "You have quite the imagination Barbosa if you think I am crazy enough to wear that thing." Only more his laughter rang out, "You really don't have a choice. Miss Caitlin was quite grateful when Worm saved er from being hung, but er attitude `as turned quite sour since then. I'm sure she would be happy to die because yeh decided not to follow orders. When we told er yeh were on boarded er face lit up at once. Too bad yeh won't be able to see er, before we do away with er." I leap at him. I would hit him anywhere I could. How dare he say such lies! But before I could even hit him once, his gun was jammed into my neck. "Yeh will wear the dress or the both of yeh will be slung over board. And unless you want to go swimming with our pet sharks, then I suggest that yeh put the dress on." He put his gun back in the holster and walked out the door.

I didn't know what to do. If he really did have Caitlin, then he wouldn't mind killing her. But Caitlin was dead, along with her baby, how could they be here on this terrible ship? My friend and cousin wasn't the best sword fighter or escape planner, but she certainly wouldn't stand for this lot. They were lower than even Jack Sparrow, if that was possible. And from the very Jack spit out Barbosa's name, there was no doubt in my mind that he was the scum he seemed to be. I went over to the curtains, and pulled them open. It was dark out, and there wasn't a single person on deck. The wind didn't even blow in the sails.

I walked back over to the dress were it was slung over the back of a chair. I picked it up and walked over to the mirror. It was a whore's dress. And if I wore it I would be braking my own vow that I made a while ago about never down grating myself. But Caitlin's life might be on the line, and it wasn't like I would let it go any further than a dress. So I put the bloody thing on. It was too tight, and even without a corset I found it hard to breathe. There was a loud, demanding type of knock at the door, and I went to answer it. Worm was at the door. His hair was combed back and he extended his hand to me. I shut the door in his face. What kind of game was he trying to play anyway? It was going to be a long wait before I could manage to escape. And the first thing I had to do was find out where Caitlin was.

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Meanwhile, at Elizabeth's wedding, the family and friends combed over what was left of the estate. Governor Swann was in a right state, he still couldn't believe that his house had been burnt down. Jack was one of the people helping to clean up the mess. No one minded that he was a pirate. After the waiter and Worm took the girls, they put chains on all the doors and set fire to the house. Everyone was still inside, and Jack came in through Abby's window to help get everyone out. He had saved a good number of people. Jack sat by the beach that morning, the same place were he had kissed Abby. William walked up to him, trying to lighten the mood, "You better watch out Jack, next time you might just be welcomed here." Jack smiled and nodded at Will. "I best get on with it and steal another ship then." Jack stood, dusting his pants and looked out across the water. He saw the Dauntless floating out near the cliffs and a grin crossed his face. Will caught on at once, "Oh no you don't. Don't even think of it Jack, I'm married now!" Jack ran up to Will and pouted, "Please! For old times sake!"

"No, Jack! I'm not stealing another ship, or going off on some ill planned escape!"

"Elizabeth is going to turn you into a good little boy isn't she? And I thought our last little adventure had made you a man. And then there's little Mary and Abby to think of! Who knows what trouble they've gotten themselves into?"

Will sighed and rubbed his temples, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." Jack tossed his hands in the air, "YES! I win.again." His grin widened as Elizabeth came down the hill, looking at the two of them. "I hope you don't think you two are going off to rescue Abby and Mary on your own." Will yelled, "Oh no, now this is where I put my foot down." Will did just that, and his foot went right through another lobster trap. Jack and Elizabeth broke out in laughed, "Shall we?" Elizabeth took Jack's extended arm and they started to walk down the beach towards the docks. "Hey! You aren't going to leave me here like this are you! You can't do that! Cheating lair!" Jack turned around and pulled up his sleeve, "That's where you'd be wrong. Unless you have forgotten, I'm a pirate. I can do anything I please." With that, Jack and Elizabeth continued down to the docks, and Will followed, his foot still caught in a lobster trap.