Chapter Twelve: The Locket

"I, Jack Sparrow, take thee Beth—do I have to say her entire last name?—Grapermelonbinkerbananahoffshnitsenburg(yes, I know in APLFM it was Shwightsenburg or something… but I changed it for tormenting purposes!!)—whew—to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, honor and cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."

The pastor smiled and closed his book. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the—" but Jack had already pulled Beth into a sweet kiss.

"Bride," finished the pastor, a little late.

Jack ran out of the chapel, the maid of honor and best man behind them. Jack picked her up and spun her around, the two of them laughing.

"I love—" but someone was banging on a door, her dream was slipping away…

"Up! UP! GET UP! NOW!" yelled an angry voice.

Beth sighed. It was all just a dream…

Next to her, Lissie woke up and jumped.

"GET UP!"

"WE ARE!" yelled Beth angrily.

The footsteps went away from the room.

Lissie fell back onto the floor, groaning.

"Come on!" said Beth, shaking her gently.

"My head hurts…"

"From that stupid cut?"

She nodded.

"If ye two aren't out here in three seconds, I'm throwin' in a tarantula!"

Both of them jumped up and opened the door, walking out.

"There, now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" asked Barbossa. He cackled and walked off.

Pintel and Ragetti smirked and came forward.

"First, ye'll scrub the deck until there isn't a spot left."

Beth's stomach growled. Ragetti smiled.

"Ye won't get anythin' to eat until yer job is done."

Their eyes widened, and the two pirates walked away.

"Oh, I'm going to pass out!" Lissie moaned.

A scrub brush flew through the air and hit her in the back of the head. "OUCH!"

Beth whipped around, as a bucket of soapy water was slid toward her along with another scrub brush.

"Have fun!" yelled one pirate.

"Finally, we get a day off…"

So, they set to work, scrubbing what seemed to be centuries of grime off.

"You know what I don't get?" said Beth, throwing her scrub brush into the bucket.

"What?" asked Lissie, throwing her hands up so as not to get splashed.

"How he got another ship so quick, and how it got dirty so fast!" she exclaimed angrily.

"That's a good question…"

Suddenly, a great splatting noise was heard, and both of them whipped around. The pirates had dumped a bucketful of table scraps onto the part of the deck that had taken them an hour to clean. The laughed, as the girls' mouths fell open. As they went back inside, Lissie gave them the finger.

"I hate them…" she muttered.

"Me too…" Beth then said some words that would have made her mother's hairs stand on end.

"Woah! Never heard those words come out of your mouth before! What ever happened to the over achiever who's always setting a good example?" (it's the truth… Beth IS an over achiever, and I always make fun of her for it!)

"She got thrown back in time, that's what. We'd better get busy, before they throw something else at us."

"Yeah…" replied Lissie.

As she bent over, something around her neck slipped out from under her dress and caught in the sunlight. She gasped, then looked behind her. None of the pirates were paying any attention.

"Beth!" she said. "I know how we can get them not to come!"

She took off the necklace off her neck as Beth came over. It was the locket that Will had given her for their three month anniversary. As she opened it, she could feel a small pain in her heart. There was a picture of the two of them in one of those photo booths. Will had his arms around her, and his chin was resting on her shoulder. She was laughing, because Will had just said, "If Legolas somehow gets transported back here, I'll have no competition, right?"

"Lissie?" Beth whispered.

Lissie tore her eyes away from the picture.

"If we can somehow get our hands on some parchment and a quill, then we can send a message to them in this!"

"But will it float?"

"Of course it will, I accidentally dropped it in the bath once, it floats like bubbles."

"How are we going to get the parchment and quill though?"

"I don't know… you think of something!"

"Lissie, I never thought I'd see the day when you take advice from a blonde."

"Drastic measures call for drastic actions. We'd better get back to work, the pirates—"

"A tarantula is goin' in yer room tonight!"

"We're working!" they yelled together as they began scrubbing madly.