a/n: good lord…its been too long….I have almost everything written, except im just too lazy to type it all into the computer *sigh* thank you to everyone who is sticking to this story, I love you so much! Oh yeah, and this chapter is dedicated to Hannah, who gave me a kick in the pants to begin writing again.

a/n: I hope this chappie isn't too strange….I wrote it while listening to nirvana, and eating….hello….hello..hello…with the lights on….its less dangerous……here we are now…entertain us…..yeah, yeah, I know, get on with the story …;)

chapter 10: in which the good for nothing author writes a chapter in record time whilst listening to strange music and eating an orange (and Jack and Elizabeth go Aboard)

Jack Sparrow glanced thoughtfully over to the other end of his ship. The rigging of a small pirate ship was entirely new territory for the aristocratic tendencies and upbringing of Elizabeth Swann, but all that aside, she was doing a tremendously good job of fixing everything. The sails were down, and the mast was as well, making to ship camouflage well into the dark grey cliffs.

"Are we almost ready to board, Captain?" Elizabeth asked, with a grin on her sweaty face. Jack ginned back, and took her hand to lead her over to the small boat resting in the water.

"Of course. Ladies first." He gestured for her to get into the boat, and she did. With a small flourish, he drew back his hand, and sat down as well.

He took up the oars, and began to row towards the large dark mass that was his former ship, the Black Pearl. He was slightly scared and nervous, but he hid it well, hoping that it would not rub off on Elizabeth. Fear can do strange things to a woman.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back? You still can, you know. It won't be an inconvenience to be to take you back," he said.

"But of course it will be a dire inconvenience to take me with you," she retorted.

Jack was taken aback. He hated to admit it, but she was right about his thoughts. "Did I say that?" he answered, but inside, he knew she was right. He had never boarded a ship with anyone but his crew before, and it was driving him crazy. What if she screamed? Or knocked something over? Or, he gulped, what if she got hurt?

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Will Turner peeked out from Scarlett's bouffy skirts, and then immediately dove back in. All the whores were busy primping and polishing for tonight's big night, and were too busy to notice him. Thankfully.

He leant up against the seat that she was sitting on, and exhaled, long and deep. He had been on this God-forsaken ship for almost a week, and had scarcely been out a minute for air. Call it a ship. It's more of a floating prison to me.

The only consolation was the fact that soon they would reach the Black Pearl. Will had had a nagging suspicion about that ship ever since he had left it in Tortuga. He never did figure out why the crew had marooned Jack in the first place, and whether they knew where Elizabeth was.

"All pirates know each other, one way or another," he said to himself. "If it was a pirate, they would know."

But would they tell him?

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Jack dropped the oars into the cool sea. He watched somberly as they bobbed up onto the surface, scarcely making a sound. Elizabeth took hold of one of the ropes, and handed it to him. His mind coming back into focus, he took it, and began to scale up the well worn hull of the ship.

Peering over the edge, he was relieved to notice that the majority of the crew was below deck. He motioned for Elizabeth to come foreword, and together they both crept across the deck.

"Where are we going?" she mouthed to him. He motioned toward a trapdoor only about 20 feet from where they stood. Elizabeth recognized it from he previous endeavors on the ship. It had to be the……

CRACK! A musket shot zoomed by Elizabeth's head, missing her by inches. Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the rough floorboards.

"You must think me a fool, Jack."

A female voice echoed from somewhere to the left. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat. It was Ana Maria.

Jack slowly stood, motioning for Elizabeth to stay down. "I never think of any man as a fool, Ana."

The tanned, lithe woman stepped out from behind the wheel. "But, as my dear Mr. Gibbs has pointed out so many times, I am not a man." She waved her musket at him. "Drop your guns, Jack. I would hate to stain this pretty ship with your tainted blood."

The sound of pistols being drawn was heard from around the ship. He gently set his gun, and sword to the ground.

"Good, good. No unnecessary fighting to be done," she said. "Now pick up your lady friend, and stay still."

Elizabeth stood up slowly. A blonde, slim crewman bound her with thick rope, and led her to a cabin at the end of the ship. She gasped with recognition. This was the exact same cabin that Barbossa had fed her in over a year ago!

The crew sat her and Jack down on the floor, then turned and shut the door. Jack turned toward her and grimaced. "Now what are we to do?"

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Will shivered. Scarlett had told him three hours. Three hours until the crew was subdued enough for him to sneak aboard. He could hardly wait. He had been counting in his head for awhile, but that had simply been too hard and tedious. How much longer could it be?

Deciding to chance it, he crept over towards the port window, and opened it. The gloomy weaponry of the Pearl was all that greeted him. He reached out and grasped the sill of the gunport, then swung his legs out, around the cold cannon.

He was in. Pausing to inspect the surroundings, he noticed a strange sawing noise coming from the cabin directly above him. He decided to investigate.

True to Scarlett's word, the entire crew was lazing around in a deep stupor in various sates of undress. Will shuddered as he saw a rather ugly man lying naked over the lap of a brunette seductress.

He nearly screamed when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw it was that only pirate that he trusted on this ship, Mr. Cotton himself.

Cotton (sans parrot) motioned to his lips, telling Will not to make a sound. He then proceeded towards the cabin from which Will had heard the queer sawing noise.

Taking a key from his belt, he stuck it into the lock. A creaking noise came from it, and then the door swung open. Will bit his lip.

It was Jack and Elizabeth. Rushing towards his love, he pulled out a dagger to cut her binds.

"No," she hissed, "Untie Jack first."

But it was too late. Mr. Cotton's eyes grew wide, and he disappeared out the doorway, closing it behind him. The crew was awakening.

Will slashed at Jack's partially worn bonds ferosiously, and finally, they gave way. Jack stood up, and brushed himself off.

They could all hear someone unlocking the door. Jack ran across the room, pulled open a trapdoor, and jumped into it.

Then the door burst open.

a/n: a bit choppy, not my best ever chapter, but good enough, eh? I might edit it sooner or later, but next up is….*dum dum dum* MY FAVOURITEST CHAPTER EVER! Stick around!

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