Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews. They mean so much to me. And these are some interesting questions and comments that some of you might want answered or explained about the story... (1) "Do Samantha and Danielle get to see each other during their time in the Caribbean?" Well, think about it. Look over the basic plot and see who's going where and when. The answer you probably have in your head is the right one. (2) "Are Samantha and Jack ever gonna 'get the hook-up'?" This story is not a romance so it's not based around them two but then again I wanna play around with that idea. (3) "What about Pintel and Ragetti?" They will be somewhere in this story. This plot is only beginning to get good. (4) "Danielle's situation really sucks." Yes, yes it does. But that's how it's intended. You're supposed to think that.

And one last thing. I've started school, so please don't be mad if the updates slow down a little. I'll try my best to keep up with this but rumor has it that junior year is a BITCH at my school.

Ok, now on with the story. :-)

Chapter 9: Finally There

Danielle woke up the next morning to Ratner's face. I know that sounds odd, but it's true. He was shaking the life out of her and telling her to get up because they were finally there.

Danielle sat straight up, not quite sure where she was at first. So confusion ripped through the expression on her face as she stood up and looked around. Then it finally hit her. She was still in the damn room on the damn ship in that damn Caribbean.

Danielle looked down at herself and noticed she was still wearing that green dress from the night before when she had dinner with Ratner. "Do I still have to wear this?" she said exhaustedly.

Before Ratner walked out of the room he turned to look at her with an expression of contemplation. "Hmm, no. Ya should, lass, but I know ya won't." His expression then changed dramatically to that of mischief. "But you better get on deck, Ms. Jibowski. We're finally at the Isla de Muerte."

That would've been the perfect time to walk out, but Danielle opened her mouth to make the moment awkward. "What's the Isla de--oh yeah! Heh, sorry. By the way, are we gonna have breakfast?"

Danielle frowned and then stretched when Ratner simply slammed the door and walked down the corridor. The Isla de Muerte was one place she really didn't want to go back to.

Samantha slowly opened her eyes, now preparing herself for either her home, or a boat. She woke up to the latter. She sighed and rubbed her eyes before she sat up and put her feet on the floor.

She looked around the room drearily. As she remembered the events of the night before, she faintly smiled. No two men had ever argued over her before. She thought about it for a moment and then realized that Jack Sparrow, the man-whore to end all man-whores, was one of them, her smile faded. Just the thought that he sorta kinda liked her just weirded her out.

She looked up when her door opened. Jack's head popped through and looked at Samantha with a drunken smile. "Get up and eat some breakfast, love."

"We there yet?"

"No, but within the hour."

Samantha saw something flash within Jack's eyes and across his tanned features. It was something like anticipation. Jack wouldn't be this happy just to get Samantha's ring back. There was something else. Perhaps the fact that the Black Pearl was supposed to be there holding hostages by the names of William and Elizabeth Turner. But it wasn't exactly the hostages that interested him. Was Rolland really right? But that thought never crossed her mind and so she never asked about it.

Jack shrugged and closed the door when he saw the far-off look in Samantha's eyes. She was thinking about something, but Jack decided not to ask, so he left.

Samantha sat there for a moment before sighing and getting up. Yeah, she really was hungry.

While this entire story was going on my dear Readers, the Black Pearl was also on it's way to the Isla de Muerte. As a matter of fact, it already was there. It had been there for some time now and along with those dirty scallywag pirates was Will and Elizabeth Turner.

On one side of the island sat the Black Pearl and on the other side sat the Dark Knight.

Danielle made her way up on deck and there stood the entire crew of the Dark Knight. They were all gossiping and chatting amongst themselves but they seemed pleased. They all had some kind of grubby, smug look on their faces.

Ratner, however, stood behind the wheel and stared at the island that the ship was docked at. He wasn't smiling, but then again, he wasn't frowning, either. He seemed content. His dark eyes weren't even blinking, they were just focused on the fog-shrouded island.

Danielle, too, looked at the island. Her lips curled downward into something like a pouty frown and her eyesbrows furrowed. "This totally sucks."

Danielle quickly whipped her head around when she felt a strong hand grip her shoulder tightly. It was Ratner.

"Come now, Ms. Jibowski. It be time we get on that island." he smirked.

"Wait! I have to get on it too?"

"Aye."

By the time Samantha had eaten her breakfast they were at the island. Unknown to Samantha, though, Jack had seen both the Black Pearl and the Dark Knight, but he avoided them both and docked the AnaMaria as far away from them as he could.

Samantha stood on deck. She pursed her lips and nodded her head. "Well, here we are. ...Great..."

Samantha looked over her shoulder to see several of the crew taking Rolland to one of the boats. He caught her eye for only a second, but that second sure was awkward and Samantha quickly looked away.

Jack then came up next to her. "Well, Sammi, shall we?"

The crew then got ready to go on the boats and head to the island.

Author's Note: So, my friends, now the story gets so much better and the good stuff, well... gets good. But do you know what's happening? All three ships are now at the island. Ok, anywho, please review.