Hellooooo my pretties! Mmmmm 'kay, so this chappie will be a bit shorter than the rest; I know I really should have put it up with the last one, but we all have our blonde moments :D. Thanks SOOO much for your guy's reviews, I luv you all! I know I said that the stuff from the movie would be over in a few chapters, but now I'm not so sure. My prediction is about five more (including this one) and then the movie will be over, and my story will begin. If you haven't noticed I've snuck some Liz/Jack moments in, where Lizzie sort of strayed from the movie, but, it's FANFICTION, so who cares!

Enjoy.

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            Gunshots filled the air; the cracks puncturing my brain, so I couldn't tell which were real, or which I was imagining. It was clear that we were at the slight disadvantage of being mortal. A well placed shot from one of Barbossa's men, and one of our crew, and friends, was down for good. A well placed shot from one of our men, and the recipient would falter for a moment, shake himself, and return to the battle.

            A groan was rising above the din. Most, against their will and better judgment, turned to the source of the sound. I too, turned my head just in time to see a massive sail crash down on Barbossa's ship with a noise beyond words. He was standing there. Right in the middle of his own ship, in the middle of the sail's target. Just watching it. He lifted his head as is it started to fall. His tall frame was narrowly missed, perfectly placed in the middle of a hole in the battered canvas. I shivered. For some reason the image was a harsh reminder that we could not win. Or maybe that's what he wanted.

            Turning my attention back to the battle, I was met by gleaming eyes, and yellow teeth baring in a nasty grin. A sword was raised, level with my throat. My breath caught. Cornered, I cursed myself for getting distracted. He advanced, and I backed up, until I was pressed against the rail of the ship. He brought his hand back, preparing for a quick, powerful slice. I braced myself, heart pounding with what I thought was its last beats. However, moments later, it was still pounding hard, and I had not felt the bite of cold metal on any part of my skin. A grimy hand, adorned with countless rings and many small scars, had caught the repulsive pirate's arm.

            "That's not very nice," A familiar voice slurred. For a moment I locked eyes with Jack Sparrow, who cocked his eyebrows, in a smug, this-is-what-you-get-for-getting-off-your-guard look. Not even daring to venture into the thought of how the hell he was back, I aimed a surprisingly hard blow with the body of my rifle at the pirate still in Jack's grasp. He lurched foreword, but being so close to the edge landed in the foreboding water with a splash. I shot the look right back at Jack, who quickly his surprise with a smirk. A bullet bounced off the wooden post a foot from his head, and he pulled me down to crouch under the safety of the ship's rail. "Where's the medallion?" He growled. Not the first words I had wanted to hear from his mouth. An uncontrollable wave of anger washed through me.

            "Wretch!"  I half-shouted, attempting to strike him. He grabbed my hand with surprisingly quick reflexes for a man that always seemed so drunk. I felt almost immediately calm. The grip on my wrist was not hard, but just hard enough that I could not wriggle out of it. He surveyed the bandage on my hand from where 'the blood had been repaid'.

            "Ah…Where is dear William?" The anger surged back at what he had done to Will. Without a backwards glance at him, I fled to the trapdoor where Will had disappeared to in his search for the medallion.

            "Will?!" I called through the heavy iron door.

            "Elizabeth!" His deep voice was muffled. I pulled at the door, but it wouldn't budge. Damn. I looked over my shoulder. Where was Jack when you needed him?!

            "I can't move it!" My voice was strangled and panicky. I could hear water rushing through the bottom deck. Two pairs of arms gripped me. Not gentle like Will, or Jack, I knew this was not a good situation. I screamed for Will, and screamed for the pirates to let me go, but they pretended not to hear.

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            "If any of you so much as think the word Parlay, I'll have your guts for garters." A squat pirate paced us with a gun cocked menacingly, speaking through gritted teeth. I was loosely tied my ropes, bound to the rest of the crew, that I knew I could easily get out of. Jack was tied somewhere behind me; and I wondered why he wasn't attempting to free himself. The pirate patrolling us, turned his back. Wriggling wildly for a moment, I felt myself slip out of the ropes. Making a dash for Barbossa before I was shot at, I was blown suddenly backwards by an earsplitting explosion. Fiery gas rose in a great ball from the interceptor as it exploded, and I could feel the heat brush past my unprotected face all the way from here.

            "Will!" I screamed, rushing to the rail, disbelief filling me. I heard a chuckle beside me. Barbossa was surveying the ship with twisted pleasure lining his face. I dove at him. Had Jack not been guarded by three pirates, he might have received some of my wrath as well. I clawed and kicked at every part of Barbossa I could reach. "You've got to stop it! Stop it!" Even I don't know what the words mean. The blanket of unreality was suffocating my brain. Barbossa struggled with me for a moment, before he had a strong grip on my wrists, long yellow nails digging into my flesh.

            "Welcome back, miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair, now you return the favor," He growled. I knew that now he knew I was not a descendant from the cursed pirate of whom the medallion belonged to, I was nothing above useless. I was shoved roughly back, where I stumbled, and was caught by the unwelcome hands of many pirates grasping and groping every part of my body. I screamed in anger, and tried to fight them off. Something was happening at the front of the boat. Slowly, one by one, their obnoxious howling, and laughter subsided, and their heads snapped foreword. I froze, in the middle of slapping a hand off my neck. Will was climbing up onto the rail, sopping wet, and breathing hard. This was too much for me. Fist Jack, now Will. I was beginning to doubt that Barbossa's men were the only ones a part of this curse.

            "Barbossa!" Will barked, the grey pirate slowly turned to the sound of his voice. Will brandished a gun. I felt my eyebrows rise. It suddenly struck me how childish he seemed. Like a little boy playing pirate with his friends. I was the governor's daughter, and even I knew that you do not wave a gun spastically at 50 living-dead pirates. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jack shaking his head. Will motioned at me. "She goes free." He was not calm, and almost lazily collected like Jack. His words were rushed, nerves dripping from every syllable. Barbossa took a step foreword,

            "What's in your head, boy?"

            "She goes free." Light laughter rose from the crowd of pirates. Barbossa rolled his eyes at the repetition. Will raised the gun menacingly.

            "You've only got one shot, and we can't die," He drawled, smirking.

            "Don't do anything stupid," I heard Jack breathe.

            "You can't. I can." Will raised the gun to his own head. What the hell? I struggled against the pirates grip.

            "Like that." Jack groaned. Barbossa frowned.

            "Who are you?" He questioned the smirk visible in his voice. Jack had fought free of his guard's clutch.

            "No one! He's no one… A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew…twice removed." He was speaking quickly, so Will couldn't interrupt. " Lovely singing voice though…" He gave a sideways glance at Will, and lowered his voice, "Eunuch." I couldn't help but be puzzled at this. I hoped it wasn't true, but at the same time wondered how Jack would know such a thing. Will shot Jack a deadly glare.

            "My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Bootstrap Bill Turner? But… that was a pirate's name. A hush fell through Barbossa's men.

            "He's the splitting image of old Bootstrap, come back to haunt us." One of them spoke, eyes fixed on Will.

            "On my word, do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' locker." A few pirates snorted.

            "Name yer terms Mr. Turner," Barbossa seemed to have a new false respect for will.

            "Elizabeth goes free,"

            "Yes, we know that one, anything else?" Jack was motioning furiously to himself. I glared. Of course, he'd want to assure his own safety.

            "And the crew! The crew is not to be harmed." Jack was gesturing for Will to continue, but Will seemed satisfied. Having been caught in Barbossa's trap once myself, I knew he had not been specific enough. Barbossa turned to his men, flashing a devilish grin.

            "Agreed."

(A/N: lol, so it definitely not shorter that the other chapters…Hope you enjoyed it, and, we all know that 'THE ISLAND SCENE' is next :D:D:D)