a/n: Sorry about the strange lines across the pages, because the other ones aren't working... And sorry this chapter is that great...

Disclaimer: I dont own PoTC...really.

Meanwhile in Tortuga...

"Greetings to ye, Cap'n," Mr. Gibbs said as he entered a dim but lively tavern.

Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting towards the back of the tavern with his boots propped up against the table and his hat tilted over his eyes. In his hand was, of course, a bottle of rum.

"Aye," Jack said raising the rum to him. "You've taken good care of my ship I presume?"

"The Pearl's fine," Mr. Gibbs answered. "I'm sure you be happy 'bout yer time off, Cap'n."

"Time away from the Pearl can never be considered a good thing," Jack said. He squinted his eyes and looked past Mr. Gibbs. "Where be the lassie?"

"The lass....well..." Mr. Gibbs trailed off.

"Well, what?" Jack said raising his eyebrows.

"We marooned 'er on an island south of here," Mr. Gibbs finished, his voice barely audible above the drunken yells coming from the people around them.

"Ah," Jack said nodding. "Would that be after you got the hearsay?"

"Er, no," Mr. Gibbs said. "She refused to breathe not a word about the whereabouts. We 'ad no choice, really."

"WHAT?" Jack said slamming his empty bottle on the wood table. "But the treasure! We must find out where they've hidden it. We must get her back 'ere." He stood up and swayed a little. "Rose, love!" he called, beckoning a waitress. "My effects please!"

A woman with dark red hair brought him his sword and pistol, which he still kept with him out of habit. Whenever someone was to go into the tavern, they were to hand over their weapons, because weapons aren't a very safe thing to have when someone is to become drunk.

"Thank you," Jack said giving her a few shillings for his drinks. He put his sword and pistol in his belt and exited the tavern.

"So Gibbs," Jack said. "Do you 'ave any idea on which island in the Caribbean you left the girl on?"

"I don't know fer sure," Mr. Gibbs said as they walked the streets of Tortuga, "but I can't quite say she'll still be there if I locate the island."

"And why is that?" Jack said almost staggering into a flagpole.

"Well the lass was pretty sharp," Mr. Gibbs said. "I wouldn't bet my boots on 'er still bein' on that there island. She seems the type to find some way out...somehow..." he added trailing off.

"Ah," Jack said swaying a bit more. "Then I'll just have a talk with the crew and see if they could get anything out of her."

Jack Sparrow and Mr. Gibbs climbed aboard the Black Pearl to see Anamaria standing at the wheel.

"Time to step down, love," he said as he gave her a smile and patted the ship's wooden wheel.

"Welcome back, Captain," she said as she moved aside.

"Now, to get straight to business," Jack said, addressing the crew that was on deck. "The girl; Julia be her name? No...Julia, Julie, Juliet! Ah, so did any of you miscreets get anything from the girl?"

The crew shook their heads.

"She didn't say a thing," Anamaria said. "So we locked 'er up!"

"Bilge! Pure bilge!" Jack shouted. "There was no use in maroonin her on that island. You know as well as I that dead men tell no tales. Neither do dead women."

"You could ask Mr. Cotton," Mr. Gibbs suggested. "He was guardin her."

"Aye, that I will," Jack said making his way down from the poop deck.

When he reached the prison, Jack found Mr. Cotton asleep in a corner. Jack hit his empty rum bottle against the wall, and it shattered into a hundred pieces, waking Mr. Cotton up.

"Thank you," Jack said. "Now...Mr. Cotton's parrot...did you talk with the lass that was locked up here?"

"Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirate's life for me," Mr. Cotton's parrot squawked.

"The girl!" Jack said loudly. "Did she talk to you?!"

"Shiver me timbers, shiver me timbers," the parrot said going from Mr. Cotton's right shoulder to his left, then back.

"This is mad!" Jack said rattling the metal bars of the cell.

Jack turned around to leave and said, "I'll feed the fish with ye!"

"Elizabeth Swann! Port Royal! Elizabeth Swann!" squawked the parrot loudly.

Jack turned around. "What did you say?"

"Swab the decks!" ordered the parrot.

"Elizabeth Swann," Jack said; now muttering to himself. "I remember that girl;…yes, Bootstrap's son's fancy......hmm....yes, that's it…we will sail to Port Royal, and see if that Juliet lass has joined them, if not, we can always see if Elizabeth knows anything about the treasure, and if that doesn't work out, we'll kill them," he concluded simply.

"What did ye say Cap'n? Who are we gonna kill?" asked a crew member coming down the rotting wooden stairs.

"We're not going to really kill them," Jack said lazily. "It's just a figure of speech...we're going to...scare them a little, if anything. Now, on we go."