Author's Note: I've been a tad busy lately, so I haven't had a chance to update. Please review! Also, I know there's a lot of plot holes, just go with it. It'll all wrap up in the end. Also, I won't update for at least a week after this, because I'm going to Newport, Rhode Island with my boyfriend and his family for a week or so. Enjoy!

Jack

Will, that silly naive lad. He still hadn't realized that his love had stolen the medallion from him and was trying to hide it in increasingly outlandish ways. I inspected my gun. It still had that wonderful last shot, as always. And today I would use it. I climbed to the highest point of the pile of treasure that held the chest. As I prepared to kick it open, Will had drawn his sword and Elizabeth had let out a shriek. "Bloody 'ell! 'S Jack Sparrow!" several voices cried.

"Care for a hand, Sparrow?" a familiar voice growled. I turned to see the lying, treacherous Hector Barbossa, aiming a pistol at Will and Elizabeth. "As soon as I take care of these whelps."

"You're not gonna be doin' that, Barbossa," I said. "We have some unfinished business to attend to." The cave was filling with the undead. I recognized Koehler, Pintel, and Ragetti, and of course, Bosun, his hateful eyes decorated with jewels. "'Allo chums!" I said genially.

"Unfinished business, Jack?" Barbossa said, sneering. "Well, you DO have the medallion.

"That I do. And you have my ship," I told Barbossa. "So I would gladly take the exchange of this bit o' shine for the Pearl."

"Don't be stupid," Barbossa barked. "You think that breakin' the curse is that important to us?

"Isn't it, Cap'n?" Ragetti asked.

"Shut up, fool," Barbossa said. He lowered his pistol, realizing who he was pointing at. "Blimey, it's the spittin' image of Bootstrap Bill." He leered at the duo.

Will stood rigid. Elizabeth just looked frightened. I slid down the treasure heap and stood next to Barbossa. "Think about it. Those apples of yours. . ." A flicker of a smile played on his lips for a second, then spun and pointed the pistol at me.

"Think about THIS, Jack. Your ship just got blown up by me crew, an' yer crew is now in MY ship's brig." The Pearl's crew sniggered at their own mediocre genius.

"It wasn't my ship," I defended myself.

Barbossa let out a cackle that echoed throughout the cave. "Even better. Now I have a plan. Twigg? Koehler?"

They came and grabbed Elizabeth and Will. Barbossa jabbed the gun into my shoulder blade and snarled in my ear, "You just wait an' see what I 'ave in store."

We got to enjoy the company of Koehler and Twigg as we rowed to the Black Pearl. Will was silent and presumably angry. Elizabeth spent the entire trip with her head in her lap. I was mainly bored. I wasn't scared but a bit steamed that my ship would still be under Barbossa's command.

Will was thrown in the brig, a bit rudely, I thought. Elizabeth and I, since we weren't necessary to the operation, were taken to Barbossa's cabin. A small monkey screeched at us when we entered. Elizabeth jumped and clutched my arm.

"Jack, you'll kill us all," she said glaring up at me. She looked like she had been crying a great deal, either that or she was tired. "I thought you were exciting and noble- but you were eager to pawn Will and me in order to get your boat."

"Dear Elizabeth, I just want what's mine," I told her.

"Do ya now?" Barbossa said, entering the room. He laughed, revealing his horrible, rotted-out teeth. Elizabeth winced. "I don't think that's gonna be happenin', eh, Jack?" The monkey scampered up onto his shoulder.

"Yeah," I said.

"Not you, we named the monkey Jack," said Barbossa. The monkey smiled. I sneered.

"Well, Sparrow, I must say, yer quite the wily bastard to escape tha' island," Barbossa said, sitting down at a table. He prepared to eat a whole fish. My stomach rumbled. "Thank you, Cap'n," I said, dripping with sarcasm. Then suddenly Elizabeth and I were both dragged down several rickety staircases and thrown into a cabin. "Sweet dreams," our captor sniggered. He slammed the door shut.

"Same to you, wanker," I said.

Will

The night was long and stuffy, crammed in the brig. A short, fat pirate and a tall, skinny one were sent down to swab the floor with stuff that looked like molasses. The parrot squawked, "Awwk, shiver me timbers."

"Cotton 'ere says you missed a bit," Gibbs said. The fat one who was called Pintel responded to this by swinging his mop at us. I ducked.

I asked, "You knew William Turner?"

Pintel paused. "Ol' Bootstrap Bill. We knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the code. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed. . . and remain cursed."

Treasure. . . oh my God. My medallion was cursed- and Elizabeth stole it. She kept it for eight years, and brought it along. That's why Sparrow was so interested in us, me. He knew my blood would be able to break the curse. But the pirates were still talking.

"Stupid blighter," the skinny one spat scornfully.

"Good man," Gibbs said.

"Well, as you can imagine that didn't sit too well with the Captain," Pintel continued.

The skinny one giggled moronically. "That didn't sit too well with the Captain, at all. Tell him what Barbossa did," he said, nudging Pintel.

"I'm telling the story!" Pintel roared. "So, what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstraps' bootstraps."

"Bootstraps' bootstraps," the other echoed, snickering.

"The last we saw of ol' Bill Turner, he was sinking to the crushing black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker," said Pintel with satisfaction. He smirked. "'Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse."

"That's what you call ironic," the skinny pirate said, and they both collapsed in laughter. They left soon after.

I slumped against the bars and sighed. So the undead pirates killed my father. Annamaria said quietly, "'E was noble, Will." She rubbed my back.

I pulled away. "Did YOU know him?"

"Briefly," Annamaria replied. But she didn't say anything more.

I think I fell asleep after that. Too tired to think about my father and how Elizabeth betrayed me.

Elizabeth

The mattresses were damp and smelled of rotten cheese. There were no windows and Jack was sleeping soundly. I was a prisoner again. Overcome with frustration, I banged my head against the wall. Jack stirred and opened his eyes. "Liz?"

"Miss Swann," I said, still quite angry.

"Miss Swann," Jack repeated. "Are you scared, y'know, of Barbossa?"

"He could kill me, but I can't kill him," I said. "I don't like that."

Jack snorted. "Yeah, that's their upper hand." He reached over and touched my hand. "Miss Swann, please try to sleep."

"Why? We're just going to be killed," I wailed.

Jack laughed softly, sadly. "Barbossa doesn't kill unless he's forced to. He leaves us to die. That way he isn't held responsible- not like he'd care anyhow."

Tears welled in my eyes. I didn't want to die. I gently removed Jack's hand from mine and said, "Maybe you're right, I should sleep." I laid down on the moldy cot and closed my eyes.

It was that same thunderstorm from a couple days ago. Only Barbossa was onboard, and he was a rotting corpse. He was manning the wheel, but then someone else took it for him. He started advancing towards me. I was frozen, shaking and scared. I tried to escape, but he grabbed me. I screamed, seeing that the second his hands that were bones touched my shoulders, the flesh dropped off like a stole. It spread throughout my body. He pulled me in and laughed. "Care fer a bit o' fun, missy?" I screamed, lashing out, trying to get him off of me. . .

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" he was saying. But it was Jack's voice. I wrenched my eyes open. There was Jack in the dim light, shaking me. "Lizzie, are you all right?"

I was on the Black Pearl, still on the disgusting bed. I was covered in a cold sweat, and my cheeks were wet too. I had been sobbing.

"Jack. . ." I cried, trying to dry off my face, "I am scared of Barbossa."

He sat on my bed and gave me a wordless hug. It was all I needed.