Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned Jack Sparrow, but he belongs to Disney.

AN: Okay, this story is almost over, but I would still likea total of 45 reviews before this story is over. Please?! I've also decided to write a Secret Window fic, and I hope that people will at least check it out and tell me what they think. It will be rated (R), so please read the author's note at the beginning of the story, and bear in mind that therewillbe sexual content. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 6: Vengeance to be Had:

A half hour prior to the attack: Jack's POV:

As the Black Pearl approached its target, Jack could feel a primal lust for blood surge through him. Keeping one eye on the sea and the other on his crew, he watched as Annamaria and Gibbs prepared slingshots to launch Angela's potions at the enemy vessel, the rest of the crew preparing the guns and boarding equipment. Without looking at their faces, Jack knew that they were feeling as bloodthirsty as he was, ready to torment and kill their enemies in order to get back the Pearl's most precious treasure.

'Athena,' he thought, longing to hold his little girl in his arms while trying to focus his attention on steering. 'Yer papa misses ye, treasure, and I promise to have ye back on this ship before the sun rises.' Gritting his teeth, impatience gnawing away at him, the Captain of the Black Pearl turned his attention towards his crew.

"On deck you scabberous dogs!" he roared. "Put out the lights, we don't want them seeing us! Prepare for orders!"

Like magic, all of the Pearl's lights were extinguished, leaving only a few heavily dimmed lamps lit to see by on this moonless night. Once the entire crew was on deck, they eagerly gathered around the helm, ready for orders. Jack nodded in approval when he saw them fully armed and ready.

"Alright, pay attention!" he said, loud enough for them to hear, but quiet enough so that the other ship was unaware of their presence. "We all know how to fight, but my clever wife has some new and better weapons to help us win against this sneaking bastard and his crew! I want ye to give her yer full attention!" Jack then waved towards the deck, where he saw the vague outline of his wife.

Angela's POV:

As the crew turned towards her, Angela couldn't help but feel thrilled that they were awaiting her instructions. Since she had no experience with running a ship, she'd had the privilege of giving orders to the entire crew only a handful of times, usually when Jack, Mr. Gibbs and Annamaria were too busy or unable to command, so this was a real treat for her. In the shady light of the darkened lamps, Angela held up a small bottle, one that was no bigger than her palm and full of liquid. After clearing her throat, she began to speak.

"You all know how to use glass bottles for explosives during raids," she said, waving the bottle around in front of her. "Well, my bottles are different; instead of gunpowder, they hold various liquids which will quickly become fumes that will cause coughing, painful welts and burns, and temporary blindness. You have only to shatter the glass or toss the liquids in the face of your enemy to have them work, so I strongly urge you to not have them shatter near you, or you too will be affected." She motioned towards the baskets at her feet. "Feel free to take as many as you see fit, but remember to be careful with them!"

The crew hurried to line up, each member tucking at least three bottles into their belts and pockets. When they were through choosing, Jack came up beside her and grinned.

"Ye did great, luv," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Now, which one should I chose? They all sound like fun, but I want a special one for the man who took our girl."

Angela tilted her head up and kissed his nose. "I've got just the one, darling," she said, reaching into her sash and pulling out a dark bottle. "This one causes severe blisters and burns. He'll be in extreme pain for at least a week, and when he recovers, you'll be free to do as you wish to him."

Jack grinned as he took the vial from her. "Wonderful, darling," he said, kissing her neck as he tucked it into his own sash. "And as a token of my appreciation of this gift..."

He grabbed her and gave her the most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced (which was saying a lot, considering she was the wife of Captain Jack Sparrow). The crew let out a low collective laugh and round of applause as their Captain separated himself from his wife and left for the helm.

Meanwhile, Angela stood there, blinking, as the crew bustled around her, preparing for a silent attack on their enemy.

Narrator's POV:

As their ship slowly and silently moved through the waves, everyone onboard the Pearl was extremely thankful for the moonless sky, providing a great tactical advantage. Each crewmember above deck had a slingshot ready to launch the potion bottles. Meanwhile, the crew below had cannons ready to fire, and everyone was prepared to board the Blade to find Athena, after they had safely dealt with the Blade's captain and crew. Silent as a grave, the Black Pearl glided up to the left side of the Blade.

As soon as they were within ten feet of the Blade's railing, Jack gave Annamaria a nudge in the side, and the first potion bottle flew through the air, shattering on the deck of the Blade. A cry of pain told them they were successful in hitting a target, and Jack gave another signal to two other crewmen. They, too, launched their bottles towards the enemy ship, and more cries of pain and terror filled the air. They didn't have to wait long for their presence to be noticed; the sound of feet racing up on deck and a cabin door banging open told them that.

Jack's POV:

"What's going on?" shouted a somewhat familiar voice from the enemy's deck. Jack could have sworn that he'd heard that voice before somewhere.

"It's the Black Pearl!"

Whatever was said afterwards was drowned out by the sound of shattering glass as the Pearl launched Angela's potions; hearing the Blade's crew suffer gave Jack a very satisfied feeling inside.

"FIRE ALL GUNS!" he yelled to the crewmen below deck. The sound of cannon and gunfire was deafening, gun smoke filling the air as the Black Pearl fired its cannons. The Blade rocked dangerously towards its right side from the tremendous impacts of cannonballs and shot.

Pulling out his pistol and cutlass, Jack waited for the air to clear before giving the order everyone onboard the Pearl had been waiting for.

"Let's go!"

Athena's POV:

The moment the person in the Blade's crow's nest had announced the arrival of her father's ship, Athena had done what came naturally to children in danger.

She ran for her life.

She'd barely made it below deck before the sound of cannons filled the air, and Athena was thrown against the wall as the ship rocked from the impact of cannonballs and shot. Knowing that she'd be safe on the right-hand side of the ship, far away from flying bullets and cannonballs, Athena fled, remembering that the galley was on the right-hand side of the ship. Bracing herself, she quickly headed for the galley, praying that her mama and papa would find her soon.

Angela's POV:

Watching as the Pearl's crew made ready to board, the witch of the Black Pearl gathered all of her magical energies into herself, readying for a battle of uncertain outcomes. Checking her pistols and adjusting the cutlass Annamaria had loaned her, Angela headed over to the Pearl's railing. She was about to swing over to the Blade when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Turning around, fully ready to defend herself, Angela wasn't prepared to see the angry face of her husband glaring down at her.

"Ye aren't going anywhere, luv," he said. "I need ye to help defend the Pearl in case some members of the Blade decide to swing over here."

Angela's eyes narrowed in anger. "Jack, there is no way in Hell I'm staying here while you're over there getting your revenge!" she snapped at him. "Besides, how are you going to find Athena with so much chaos going on?" She waved her hand towards the battle happening onboard the Blade. "I've got the abilities to find her without any trouble, Jack. You know that, so don't argue with me!"

Before he could say anything further, Angela broke loose from his grip and ran over to the ropes still dangling from the side of the Pearl. Grabbing one, she swung over to the Blade, Jack screaming her name in the background.

Once she was securely on the Blade, Angela saw numerous members of the Blade's crew covered in blisters and burns, some staggering blindly from the effects of her potions. Smirking, she began using her magic to toss people out of her way, quickly drawing her cutlass for emergencies and relishing the fact that her crew was quickly winning. Many of the enemy pirates were giving up, some of them too blind or in too much pain and suffering to fight. Keeping her senses open, Angela focused on her magic, willing it to find her daughter. A tug in her mind told her that Athena was below deck, and that she was safe. Passing by the Captain's cabin, Angela headed down below, keeping her eyes open for dangers, as well as her daughter.

Jack's POV:

He watched in shock as he wife escaped his grasp before swinging over to the Blade's battle-filled deck and vanishing into the crowd. She was the most stubborn woman he'd ever met, besides Elizabeth. He sincerely hoped that she'd grow out of it. Sighing, Jack quickly turned his attention to the battle happening aboard the Blade, grabbing a rope and swinging over to the other ship himself. Once he had landed, he drew his cutlass, ready to kill whoever dared to get in his way.

Three men spotted him and advanced, obviously thinking they had the advantage of more numbers. Jack grinned as the first man attacked, parrying quickly and dodging the attack of a second man who though to sneak up on him. Jack mentally shook his head; they should know better than the mess with Captain Jack Sparrow! He quickly ducked the first attacker and, reaching into his sash, sent a dagger into the first man's gut, putting him out of commission. With the loss of one of their number, the third man joined his other companion in attacking Jack, who easily twisted and turned to dodge their swords. Before the two men could blink, Jack took another dagger from his sash and slammed it into the throat of the third man as he kicked the second man between the legs, right where a man should not be kicked.

The two men dropped, one dead, the other wreathing on the floor. The first man Jack had stabbed was slowly dying, he could see it in the flow of blood coming from his belly, but the second man would be able to answer some questions before Jack had him dragged to the Pearl's brig. Grabbing the second man by his shirt collar, Jack hauled him up to eye-level so they could have a nice 'talk.'

"Where's the little girl?" Jack growled as his gaze bore into the other man's eyes. "Where is she?"

The man shook his head. "Don't know," he gasped, either from pain or the lack of air getting through Jack's death-grip on his collar. "Little brat escaped her cabin before the battle; could be anywhere!"

Disgusted, Jack dropped the man onto the deck. As he turned away, he saw the glint of metal as the other man tried to grip his sword. In the blink of an eye, Jack whirled around, drew his pistol, and sent a bullet straight into the man's head before he could use it.

"That's for calling my daughter a brat," Jack growled before turning around, looking for a new target.

Athena's POV:

Hiding behind another apple barrel, Athena silently prayed for someone from the Pearl to find her and keep the bad pirates away. She was scared, having never actually been in a battle, much less been in such an open and vulnerable position during one. Her papa had always kept her safely locked up during fights, and now here she was, hiding in the galley of an enemy ship while her papa and the Pearl's crew fought to save her. It would have been terribly exciting, if she weren't so frightened!

"Athena? Sweetheart, are you here?" a soft female voice called.

"Mama?" Athena whispered, leaning out from behind the barrel. Her mother's violet eyes sparkled in the dim light of the galley as she sheathed her sword, her soft smile telling Athena that she was safe. "Mama!" she cried, racing over, her mother catching her and swinging her up in the air.

"Oh, precious, I've never been so happy to see you in my life," her mother murmured into Athena's thick, dark hair, giving her all sorts of loving kisses on her forehead and cheeks. "Oh, I missed you so much! Now, let's go see Daddy, what do you say?"

"Okay," Athena replied, extremely excited to go back home to the Pearl.

"Actually, no, it's not," said a cold voice from behind them.

Whirling around, the two female Sparrows saw the tall, dark figure of Captain Flint blocking their path, a loaded pistol in his hand, its barrel pointed straight at them.

"What do you say to going up on deck and getting old Jack Sparrow to stop attacking my ship?" he asked, taking another step closer. "Then we'll all sit down and have a nice talk." Flint then ushered the two ladies upstairs, the pistol not wavering an inch.

Jack's POV:

Glancing around, Jack felt very pleased with himself as the last member of the Blade was killed or had surrendered. Many of them had been killed as they fought to escape whatever tortures the Pearl's crew had in mind for them. Less than a quarter of the Blade's crew was left, all of them sporting welts, burns, or blind from the potions. The last man had been taken down into the Pearl's brig when Jack heard a man clearing up his throat.

"So nice to see you again, Jack."

The Captain of the Black Pearl felt his blood freeze at the sound of the familiar voice. Slowly, he turned around, dreading who was behind him. It couldn't be who he thought it was; by all logic, the man should be dead, a shot to the belly usually kills a man instantly. But then, Jack hadn't checked to see if he had been dead or not. As soon as he was facing the source of the voice, Jack felt like kicking himself for his stupidity all those years ago. His previous emotions were replaced with immense hate and panic when he saw what Flint was holding in his hands.

Flint had his wife and daughter, a pistol aimed at Angela's head and hovering very close Athena's small, defenseless body.

"Daddy!" cried Athena, eyes full of tears as she reached a small hand out to him, begging for help.

"Athena! Angela!" Jack cried, taking a step forward. He stopped when he heard the 'click' of the pistol being readied.

"One more step, Sparrow, and I'll put a bullet in your lovely wife's head," Flint said, black eyes narrowed. "As much as I would hate to kill dear Angela, I'll do it just to see you suffer. Now drop your weapons."

Jack felt his sword and pistol slip from his fingers without him realizing it. He put his hands in the air in surrender, not daring to risk the lives of his wife and child.

"Don't hurt them, Flint, this is between you and me," Jack growled, eyes narrowing. "I swear, if ye harm one hair on their heads, nothing on Earth will be able to save ye this time."

Flint simply smiled. "No worries, Sparrow," he said, reaching out a free arm to grab Angela around the waist to pull her and Athena closer to him. "You let me and my crew go, and your wife and child survive. Simple, right?"

"Wrong," Jack growled, unwilling to be pushed too far. "I let ye and yer crew go, and my wife and daughter come home with me, savvy?"

"No, I don't think so," Flint replied, still smiling. "I've always wanted Angela as my wife, and I've grown somewhat fond of the little one, so I think I'll keep them." The two females were pulled even closer to him. "So what do you say, Sparrow?"

"How about 'no'?" Angela replied before turning violet eyes towards him.

Angela's POV:

The moment that Flint had taken her and Athena hostage, Angela swore her heart had stopped; after all, the man should have died well over five years ago! Now, with his gun aimed at her head, she had never been so terrified in her life. She didn't care about what happened to her, but with Athena's safety at stake, Angela was willing to do anything to keep her daughter safe. After being dragged up from the galley at gunpoint and displayed as a bargaining chip in exchange for the Blade's crew and their safety, Angela felt ill. When Flint mentioned keeping the two of them onboard his ship, Angela knew the last thing she wanted was for her and her daughter to be taken from Jack's side and forced to be with another. And what would become of Athena, should Flint tire of her presence? She had to do something! After listening to the two men banter back and forth, Angela decided enough was enough.

"How about 'no'?" she said, clutching her daughter tightly as her gaze turned upwards, towards Flint. Immediately, Flint's pistol went flying as her magic surged, the pirate's eyes going wide with surprise.

"Jack, the potion, quickly!" she yelled as she clutched Athena to her breast, racing for her husband. She was extremely thankful that Flint was too surprised to keep a hold on her.

Jack looked confused for a moment, but quickly remembered the bottle she had given him earlier. Suddenly, the small container flew past her, barely missing her head, and Angela could hear the sound of glass shattering and a cry of surprise from behind her. She knew she was safe the moment Jack's arms enveloped her in a warm hug, Athena safely tucked between their bodies. Jack placed loving kisses on their faces and foreheads, squeezing them in a bone-crushing hug. However, screams of pain interrupted their joyful moment. The three Sparrows turned around, their jaws dropping in shock before Angela covered Athena's eyes from the horrifying site in front of them.

Flint was on fire, a living human torch, his screams filling the air. Still burning, the Blade's captain raced towards the edge of the ship and threw himself into the water, his screams of torment abruptly ending. The three Sparrows ran over to the railing to see what had happened to him, watching the churning waters for any sign of Flint resurfacing. He never did.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," Angela whispered to her husband as she removed her hand from Athena's eyes. "I must have wrongly measured the ingredients."

"It was interesting, though," Jack replied. "Now, what do ye say we go home?"

With that said, Jack gave the remaining crewmembers on the Blade the retreat signal. Once the deck was clear, the three Sparrows headed to the safety of the Pearl, leaving the Blade to sink into the sea.

AN: So I updated before I got the requested amount of reviews. That's because I really want to get working on my Secret Window fic, so the next chapter will be the last one for this fic. I might write another Pirates fic, but I might wait until the second film comes out. (Shrugs) I haven't decided yet. Meanwhile, please read my Secret Window fic when I post it and tell me what you think! Thanks!