A/N: Hello? *echoes* oh no! I've been away too long, my poor fic is dying! *tries to revive it* DON'T GO YET, I STILL LOVE YOU!!!! *throws gummi worms at anyone who is still out there*

Chapter 9- In Which We Return to the Cross-dressing Eunuch (and Captain jack Sparrow actually buys something)

Scarlett adjusted her brazen wig, like a mother hen ruffling her feathers, and waited for her master to make his nightly rounds. She was nervous, hoping their plan would work, for both their sakes. Her master, James, was unmerciful with stowaways, especially male ones. On occasion, pirates would sneak aboard, intending to live a life of eternal pleasure, but did not live long instead, thanks to James's cruelty.

"Okay ladies, ready for another wild night?"

Speak of the devil. She felt her heart race like a drum being pounded by a hyperactive drummer boy. Her skirts rustled.

Her companions began to make their way up to the deck. All but Scarlett, who lay gently up against a wooden trunk.

"Scarlett!"

James hurried over to where she was seated, his sparse moustache quivering furiously.

"Please James," she pleaded, "I cannot perform tonight."

"And why?" he inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

"My," she choked on the word, "courses."

His eyes widened. Being a man, James knew nothing of a woman's monthly flow. To him, it was a mysterious occurrence that happened all too often on his ship.

"So, uhhhhh," he stammered," I will be up deck if you need me."

She smiled and nodded, "OI will be sure to inform you if I have any problems at all."

James backed out the door, and locked it behind him. Scarlett grinned, and lifted her huge skirts. A smiling Will Turner crawled out.

"Well, that went off without a hitch," he said. "But do you really have your……eugh?"

She smirked. "There is really only one way for you to find out………………."

@;---

"The SS Errendale. A good ship, with a great thick hull, and sold with strong sails."

Jack stroked his chin thoughtfully, as if he was pondering the words the salesman said. "Um, what's it going for?"

The man smiled, and quoted a price so steep that Jack nearly yanked out his beard in shock.

"Good God man!" he exclaimed, "Do ye have anything for the more, erm, frugal shopper?"

The man squirmed, and ushered the couple farther down the dock, towards a seemingly run-down ship, with flapping black sails.

"The SS Nightmare," he choked, as if the mere presence of the boat seemed to smother the breath right out of him. "Made of the strongest ebony, roughly hewn, but there's never been a smoother sailor. Its rumored," he bent closer, "That it was made by the same hands that carved and birthed the notorious Black Pearl."

Jack stopped stroking his beard, and commented, "The sailors of Vincent?"

"Yes."

Elizabeth looked over at her companion. "Should we take it?"

Jack smiled, "Of course."

The price was sensible, and soon the two were busy making the Nightmare seaworthy. Elizabeth made a quick trip to the market, hidden under a dark hood to shield her face from unwelcome friends.

Before she could even get excited about leaving, they were gone, flying in the breeze over the soft rocking of the waves.

Jack walked across the back deck, feeling right at home. The rails and mast felt like carbon copies of his Pearl. Like twins the two ships were, yet the Nightmare seemed the grander of the two, the sails strong and black, and the cannons made of the finest obsidian. He went and snuggled into Elizabeth's neck, blowing kisses down her back. She smiled, but even in her joy, her mind wandered into thought of Will.

Oh, she sighed, I hope he is all right.

She stroked the wheel of the goulish ship, and wondered, I what is he doing right now?

@;---

Will lay down, gasping, against the wooden hull of the ship, as Scarlett, also gasping, let down her skirts.

"Oh………my," she puffed out, wiping beads of sweat from her brow.

"I never imagined……" he managed to choke out. She turned, and lovingly cradled his head in her lap, stroking his chocolate brown hair.

The two were startled but the running of tiny feet, and Will had just dove under her skirts before an entire bevy of ladies burst through the door, giggling and chattering like mice.

"Oh, he was such a tiger!"

"He seemed almost shocked that I wore no pants!"

"I never had a monster like that since Jack Sparrow!"

Scarlett felt Will bristle under her at that comment. "Giselle!" she called out. "Where are we to lay dock next?"

The cream haired vixen laughed, "Well, to speak of the little rogue, the next spot we lay dock is at the Pearl itself! How's is that for fate?"

Scarlett laughed along with her friend, then inched along to a secluded corner of the hold, and pretended to snooze.

"I might want to take another look at the Pearl," she heard Will hiss from below. "Do you know of a way to smuggle me aboard?"

"Yes," she hissed back, "Go aboard while the whoring is taking place, through one of the guns places. You can fit, I am sure of it. Make your investigation, and return as soon as you can."

"How long to intercept?"

Scarlett relayed the question to Giselle, who replied, "Oh, about a week, give or take a couple o' days."

"I heard that. Thank you."

"No problem," she said, and then lay her head down, and dreamt of freedom and love.

And Will.

@;---

Jack checked the bearings of the ship, and then double checked them in amazement. Never in his entire career of piracy had he seen a ship travel so fast. This Nightmare had sped across a distance that would have taken the Pearl at least four days to cover, and only in a day!

A chill ran through his bones. He coughed nervously, and yanked out his spyglass, and trained it on the horizon. His old bones never lied.

"Pearl."

The master had returned to his love.

A/N: FINISHED! I've written the twelfth chappie already, and it looks to be my favourite out of all of these! Stick around!

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