Not all Pirates are bad

A/N: =) thank you for all the wonderful reviews! =) here are some of your answers!!

Erica Dawn: heh* I noticed that I kinda made everyone seriously off character in chapter three, so I had to fix that up. Besides, I plan to do something with all those drinks. No, I'm not gonna burn them. They would kill me if I did that. As for the answer to your other question: Let's just say that I've read around 3 or 4 Tolkien's writings. By the way, keep up the good work on your story! =)

pIPPINpIRATE: indeed, you should go the sleep soon. No algebra? Cheers! *hands mug of Rum to you* I hope that caffeine wears off soon! Thanks for reviewing! =)

Rinaraniel Sparrow: Aye. I'll update ASAP. That is. Once I get my bloody words on this word document, savvy?

To the rest of my reviewers: Thanks for you reviews and support! =) They are greatly appreciated! =) Sorry about the slow update. I was out with my friends watching The Last Samurai. (Man I cried through the entire thing.) So right now, I'm writing at 10:52 PM. Let's see when I finish. =)

Disclaimer: How many times must I tell you? I don't own it! Do you KNOW how PAINFUL it is to say that? I don't get to own ARAGORN, or LEGOLAS, OR JACK, OR WILL! IT'S NOT FAIR!! (runs off to cry in a corner of the room.)

On with the story!! =)

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Soon, Norrington and his crew on both ships arrived at Tortuga, with no bloody luck at all. The soldiers were horrified at the disorder of the inhabitants of Tortuga. Men were sprawled all over the place, and the stench of alcohol filled the air, causing not only the soldiers but also Norrington to wrinkle their nose.

"Four days and three nights of searching and we still can't find them. Why are we docking here Commodore?" Captain Gillette questioned.

"Are you questioning me, Captain?" Norrington replied, not even bothering to look at the man next to him. "Are you?"

"No sir, not at all." Captain Gillette replied.

"Well, I couldn't blame you for being curious. We are docking here because some of these men," he wrinkled his nose again, "may know some information about Jack Sparrow, that may prove useful to us."

"So how do you know about this place? I've never heard of it."

"Well, Jack happened to let out this little 'secret; to Murtogg and Mullroy the day he got caught about a year ago."

"Ahh, I see."

Captain Gillette walked off, as Norrington started to address orders.

"You and your squad of men! Search this island and ask anyone who is awake about Jack Sparrow!!"

"Yes Sir!" they chorused.

A man was on the floor as Mullroy and Murtogg happened to pass by a tavern. The man coughed and pulled himself to a sitting position.

"You, there!" Mullroy cried.

"What do you want?" the man said, rubbing his forehead, obviously having a hangover.

"What do you know of Jack Sparrow?"

"You must mean Captain Jack Sparrow. Good Friend. Lovely drinking mate."

"That's not what we mean! Where did you last see him?"

"Oh, right here mate. Picking up some rum."

"When?"

"Oh, not too long ago, about let's say, three? Four days ago? Like I said, he stopped by here to get some provisions. Some adventure no, quest or something. I'm not sure what he said. Too drunk to actually comprehend what he was saying."

"Four days ago? What else do you know?"

"That's all I know mate. Been drinking to much for my own good. Now if you'll excuse me."

The man stood up from where he was sitting and walked off drunkenly, leaving the two behind.

"Where did he go? Do you know?" Murtogg cried out.

"I think he went that-away," the man pointed and cried back, not bothering to turn around.

Mullroy and Murtogg rushed back to Norrington, and told them all he had found out.

"Four days ago? Well they've had a rather head start. Wonder where they're going."

"Sir, the man also told us he went that way."

"Well, since that is the only information we got, then that is the way we go." Norrington told them. He began to holler orders and then he walked back onto the ship.

The men returned to the ships, and set off in the direction that the man told him Captain Jack Sparrow went.

After sailing for 3 hours, a sailor hollered, "Rocks ahead!"

"To the left! Don't let her crash into the rocks!" Another cried.

A horrible storm had been born. Crashing waves threw water onto the deck, spraying everyone on board. Everyone was dripping wet, but they continued on with their work. The ship was thrown closer to the rocks, and everyone held their breath, they seemed to turn just in time, and the rocks seemed to just barely scrap the paint off the ship. However, the ship behind them was not so lucky. With a great crash, the ship splintered into pieces, and hollers of "Abandon Ship!" could be heard. Everyone on the Intereceptor turned to look, at the remains of a find ship lay scattered upon the ocean.

Back on the Pearl, Anamaria asked Jack, "Exactly where were we headed?"

"The Island of Dead."

"The Island of Dead? Have you gone mad?"

"Love, I'm doing only what I think I have to."

They were interrupted by Gibbs, who motioned for Jack to come forward.

"Capt'n. I don't think they are following us any longer."

"Are they? I have a feeling they are just waiting, for the opportune moment. They want to catch us all off guard and kill us all, cept' for Will, cause' they think he's the one he needs."

"Isn't he?"

"No, Gibbis, no. He's not the one."

"Then why are we headed in the direction of the Island of Dead?"

"So you do know where we're going!" Jack clapped his hands in delight.

"Actually, Jack, I overheard your answer to Anamaria."

"Aye, I thought so. We, me matey, are headed for the Island of Dead, so that one, we can break the curse and do a good deed. Two, that way we can kill Barbossa and be the most fearsome pirates in the Caribbean, savvy?"

"Is that all to it?"

"Actually, mate, no, that's not all. You remember the story about how I was marooned by my first mate, Barbossa?"

"How could I forget?"

"I planned revenge on that man. And when I 'killed' him last year, I thought everything was good. But no," he continued, exaggerating the 'no'. "he didn't die. He ended up being half dead again. What's worse, is that they are undying creatures for one week, and come back to live like normal people for two days, enjoying what the living feel."

"But they don't die, and don't live either. Exactly how do you think you're going to defeat them?"

"Like the last time we defeated them."

Gibbs just stood there, in shock. When he finally found his voice, he asked, "So you know whose blood they need this time?"

"Aye. I do."

"So you're going to use him, and break that curse, and kill them?"

"Aye, you're absolutely right! Now you know why I want to break that bloody curse. I want them all to die on the pain of death, especially Barbossa, savvy?"

++To be Continued (If you review that is! It's really simple mate. Just click that button there and type a few words. =] ) ++

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A/N: GASP! It's 11:58 PM! And it's so short! My apologies! Anyways, I just want to tell you that by Monday, I probably won't be updating as much, since my Chinese New Year break will be over. However, I'll try my best to keep updating. (because I don't want to be killed by you guys)

Excuses, I Mean Reasons why I may be slow updating.

-Middle School Play Production

-Required Community Service.

-Homework, Tests, Quizzes (Thanks to school. *grumbles*)

-Concert

By the way, does anyone know how in the bloody hell to make words bold and the rest of the lot? *Scratches head*