Chapter 7:

A/N: YAY!!!! Today I got off of school because of snow! Thanks to those white fluffy angelic flakes I have no work and therefor I have plenty of time to update my story(s) for you! Isn't that grand? Okay well here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I only own my characters! No one else!

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I squirmed on the floor trying my best to break free from the pressure the pirate behind me was putting on my back to keep me on the ground.

"Well Reynolds this isn't too bad of a pick for a ship, it's nice and sturdy. It's a shame you'll never see it again."

I began spouting profanity and accusations through the gag. "What's that you say, Reynolds? Remove the gag."

"But sir, what if she screams?" The bloke holding me asked.

"Then snap her neck." He said coldly.

The pirate removed my gag and I began speaking, "you pompous bastard!"

"I'll interpret that as: hello Millson how have you been?" He stood and looked down at me, "Well come on, let her feel comfortable, this is her room after all."

The pirate behind me allowed me to sit up, "What do you want Millson?"

"I hear that you're a woman now, great switch. They are by far the fairer sex."

"I was always a woman you blubbering idiot!" Millson rammed his foot into my side and I dropped to the floor; my hands still held behind my back.

"You know you haven't changed Reynolds. You're still the same old stubborn cur! But you see it's not going to work this time because this time my plan is flawless. Do you know why? It's because you're not going to have any surprises to elude me with. Instead I have, for the first time, a surprise for you.'

I sat up once more my hair a mess on my back, "Oh yeah and what's that?"

"Well if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."

Everyone in the room became silent when there was knocking on my door. Millson nudged me to answer it, "Who is it?"

"It's Turner, can I come in?" He sounded so sweet and innocent and I wish that I could've said something polite or even sensitive back to him.

"No! I just want to be left alone at the moment! You can come back later!" I waited for his reply; I wanted to know what he was going to say.

"Reynolds, is there something wrong?" Turner now spoke with a worried tone.

"No, I'm just feeling a little ill, don't worry I'll be fine." Millson pressed his blade further against my throat; I could feel blood dripping from the small incision he made. "Just go, please Will, leave." Oh my God! What did I just do? I just called him Will; I have never called him Will before. It was nothing; it was an accident.

"Alright," I could hear him walk away, away to safety.

"Is that your man?" Millson sneered as he gripped my hair.

"Go to hell!" He punched me with the hilt of the sword and I flew back onto the floor; my face was sore with pain.

"Now I have tried to reason with you but you just don't seem to want to except my offers. But I can't kill you, not here at least so I'm taking you to my ship. We're going to leave out of that door quietly, no sounds."

I was lifted from the floor and carried out by the butch pirate behind me. When we had gotten out in the hallway I saw Turner at the opposite end of the hallway and I thought this was as good of a chance as any so I screamed. "HELP! HELP ME! TURNER!"

My mouth was covered and I was thrown onto the wall, luckily for me Turner heard my cries and came barreling through. I cut the ropes that bound my hands together with a dagger that I had lifted from the butch pirate. Then I too was brought into the miniature battle.

We fought for a brief period of time before Millson's reinforcements showed up. In which case we dashed down the hallway and around corners a few times to try and lose them.

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"Gibbs! What's going on down there?" Sparrow demanded to know an answer for all the noise coming from the lower decks.

"I don't know sir. Perhaps Reynolds and Turner got into a fight!" Gibbs started laughing but Turner's and mine explosive appearance on deck interrupted his joyful presence.

We both shot to the ground as Millson fired his pistol at us. I checked my head and back to make sure that I was still intact. "Come on," Turner grabbed me from the wood flooring and pulled me over to the steps where Sparrow was.

"What the bleeding hell is going on?" Sparrow stepped down and looked Millson straight in the eye.

"You sir have something of value to me, that pirate over yonder is my property."

"He is no ones property and seems how he is part of my crew now, you have no right to be taking him from me, savvy?"

"He?" Millson faced me with a conniving grin, "He doesn't know does he?"

Sparrow's eyes flashed between Millson and me as I stood to answer the man, "No he doesn't and it will remain that way unless you want die today!" I aimed my pistol at his head and he gave me a bigger grin yet.

"Well back to our business, I do have something that would force you to give him up."

"And what is that?" Sparrow glared at him.

My pistol went off and I shot Millson's right hand, "I wouldn't even try it Millson! I know that trick too well now." I made my way back over to him, his men crowded around behind him. He held his hand tight, the blood flowing down his fingertips and dripping onto the floor.

"Ah yes, that's right. That's how I killed your mother isn't it," he smiled wildly and I could feel the anger in me rise. Sparrow gripped my hand as to give me comfort, the anger within me vanished soon after that. "I can see you're not going to hand him over freely so we'll have to take him by force."

Millson reached out to grab me and Sparrow stepped in the way resulting in a personal duel. The rest of Millson's men came forward and clashed with our crew. I lost myself in the sea of pirates.

I, too, was soon entangled in a fight. A burly man from Millson's crew approached me, his yellow eyes gleaming at me. I unsheathed my sword and entered the duel honorably.

"Ello' Reynolds," the man slurred his words together as our swords crashed, "it's been quite a while."

I squinted my eyes trying my best to remember the man from a place in the past. I swerved his sword out of the way and looked at him once more before realizing who he was, "Adams?"

"Ah now yer catching on." He lunged at me his sword illuminating in the sun's rays. I stepped out of the way and the blade of his cutlass became wedge within the mast of the Pearl.

I laughed sharply before I made my way over to Miss Swann who obviously had some experience with fighting because she was doing pretty well. That is until a pirate slid up behind her undetected, that's when I stepped in.

My whistle distracted the pirate so much that he turned around to face me, I hit him with the end of a musket I had found and he went overboard. Little did I know that he had a hold of Turner's lass whom also flew over the edge.

I glanced over the edge and noticed Miss Swann holding on to the side of the ship. She frantically looked up at me for help, as it seemed her grip was weakening. I leaned half my body over the edge and lent her my hand, which she took gratefully.

"Reynolds! This is no time to be getting sea sick!" I heard Turner comment behind me, his sword clanging the whole time.

"I'm not seasick, I'm saving your lass!" I shouted back at him.

With hearing my comment I gained his help in pulling her back aboard the ship. When we had all succeeded in falling backwards onto the floorboards I began to announce proudly a childish statement, "Welcome aboard, luv!"

"Thanks," Elizabeth replied apathetically.

We all stood up, which took ages to accomplish, and then within a second I was whipped back into the fight.

"Well Reynolds it seems we are endlessly bumping into each other," Adams hissed gripping my neck even harder. He had snuck up behind me and pulled a surprise attack, I should've known. His forearm was wrapped across my throat and his left hand held my hands tightly behind my back.

"Maybe if you'd let go of me we wouldn't be bumping any more." I finally let out through my gnashed teeth.

"Oh but I rather fancy this position, if you don't mind?" He rubbed his left hand down my side revealing my curves.

I stomped as hard as I could on his foot and he let out a shout as I made my way across the deck only to be stopped by several other pirates grabbing me and bringing me up to Millson.

My body thrashed about sending men in countless directions as I struggled to get free. I looked down at the body on the floor next to Milson. The man lay in I puddle of blood seeping from his chest his matted brown hair socking it up. His face was hidden from me though I did not need to see it to know that it was Sparrow.

"YOU LIEING-EGOTISTICAL-POMPOUS BASTARD!" I continued to pour profanity from my mouth as if it was my first language while I jerked around profusely.

"Well you certainly have expanded your vocabulary since the last time I had seen you. I like it, it gives you a more roguish look."

I leaned in closer to him, "You are a sick twisted mother (BLEEP) and one day you'll get yours and I'll be the one to give it to you. I want you to know that." I spoke in such a calm solemn voice that I could see the chills run up his arms.

Everyone around us was silent probably waiting for the next big move that would never come. Millson turned his head laughing as he watched another ship appear from a hiding spot along the reek of a small island near by.

"Well it would appear that Reynold's and my ride is here so I want to thank you all grandly for welcoming us on your ship!" He motioned for his men to carry out their duties, which they did with joy written all over their faces.

They took the entire crew and broke them into two groups tieing each group to a different mast. Ana-Maria struggled with the man holding her screaming and kicking violently.

"Let the lad go! Please I beg of you!" She began kicking some more.

"Bring that woman here!" Snapped Millson his anger rising slightly. Ana-Maria was brought to Millson's attention and he looked her over intensely. "Bring her with us, she'll keep my bed warm at night."

We were both lowered into rowboats from the other ship but not until I saw what Millson's crew had planned to do with the Pearl, they were going to blow it up. They lowered more gunpowder onto the ship and down onto its hold. They were going to force the crew to die with the ship.

I was over run with anger and began thrashing around once more. That is until I was hit over the head with the hilt of Millson's cutlass.

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A/N: I started writing this chapter yesterday when I had gotten off school and I would just like to say that I am currently looking out my back door and there is at least a foot of snow piled on my deck and more is falling! I find it funny that I am writing a story about a very warm place and I have snow outside. Well anyway, I hope you enjoyed that chapter! Don't worry I will update tomorrow, I know the suspense is settling in very sorry. Please review and until tomorrow, TA!